Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 08:35:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long John 2

Long John

Part 2

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 I 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.

Judson went home and Long John and I went to bed.  We were tired.  Long
John got up at the crack of dawn.  I am a light sleeper, so he woke me when
he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Sorry," he said.  "I tried to be quiet."  He stood there naked.

"It's not you, it's me," I said.  "Get into bed or you'll get cold."  Long
John got under the covers.  "I hope you didn't mind watching?" Long John
said, "I didn't want to leave you out."

"Don't worry about that," I said.  "How was Judson?"

"Good.  I think it would be better if he could relax," Long John said.  "He
was a good sport, but he's not my type."

"He's a handsome man," I said,

"He sure was, but he's not my type," he replied.  "I don't mind them being
a bit rough hewn.  Do you bottom?"

I chuckled.  "I do, but not for you," I replied.  "You're in a different
weight class."

"That's fair enough," Long John said.  "You're more my type."

"Fat and hairy?"

"You ain't fat.  Solid I'd say. I like the fur and the meat too," he
remarked.  As he said that, he stroked my cock.  I was half hard already.
After two or three strokes, I was hard.  "I wouldn't mind taking a seat on
that.  Are you game?"  I was.  He coated my cock with lube.  Long John
straddled me and then skewered himself on my cock.

It was good for me, but great for Long John.  He supported his weight on
his legs, so he could bounce on my love pole.  He contracted his sphincter,
massaging my cock with his ass muscles.  When he first entered my ass his
cock draped on my gut.  As he bounced, his cock grew to its full extent
sticking straight out with the last third drooping.

I faced it head on.  His cock head was fully exposed and precum dripped
from his wide slit.  He undulated his ass and it seemed as if his cock lost
its droop.  At first I thought it was an optical illusion, but it happened
several times.

"Long John, can you move your cock?  I have the impression you are waving
it at me," I asked.

"Like this?" he asked as the last third of his cock twitched.

"Damn, it looks as if you have a prehensile cock!"

"Is that odd?" Long John asked.

"It sure is.  How do you do that?"

"I tighten my ass and it just straightens out," Long John replied.  I could
feel his ass grip my cock and see his cockhead twitch.  His sphincter had
an iron grip on my cock.  He rose up and then sat back.  My balls gave up
their load.  My cock was shooting and I was bucking some as my cum made its
exit, "That's it, baby!" he cried as he sprayed me with cum.  My orgasm
must have induced his.  I had a head on view of his cock as the slit opened
and belched out globs of his seed.

It was messy, but exciting.  I had no idea if a cock as big as Long John's
would shoot a normal load or something more impressive.  It was impressive.
Each ejaculation consisted of a massive glob, connected by a ribbon of cum
to his slit.  By the time the first glob landed on my chest another erupted
from his cock.  Long John had five or six huge ejaculations, then they
diminished.  He tightened his ass on my cock and several more large globs
emerged again.

"Do you like cum for breakfast?" he asked.

"Never tried it," I replied.  Long John collected some on his finger and
fed it to me.  He then collected a second batch and ate it himself.

"My friend, Marv Johnson, back in the mountains calls cum, cock caviar,"
Long John said.  "I guess you could say he's a cum hound."

"He must love you," I remarked.

"Not really," Long John replied.  "He loves cum and the cock that shoots
it, but he's not turned on by me.  Marv likes smooth kids, not hairy hill
billies.  It's odd, isn't it?"

"What's odd?"

"Last night, Judson liked big cocks, but not the man who had the cock.  I
was after a bottom who could take my cock.  He could take it, but Judson
didn't turn me on," Long John explained.  "It would be good if we could
combine all the features we like in a single person.  Most of the time one
man has the body, another the mind and a third the cock."  He got off my
cock.

"I wouldn't worry about that," I said.  "I think you have the raw materials
to make friends fast."

He smiled.  "That was really good Freddy," he commented.  "I haven't shot
off like that in years.  You've inspired me." I showered and we had
breakfast, then went out walking.  Long John had no problem with walking
long distances and we made it up to Rockefeller Center.  He loved it there.
We stood in front of the Today Show booth and then went in St.  Patrick's.
He loved the building.  He thought it looked like a forest.

Long John wanted to see the mummies at the Metropolitan Museum, so we took
a subway.  He liked the Egyptian collection, but there was little there he
didn't like.  I had encountered several relatives from Virginia who were
afraid or defensive about new things.  They seemed to think what they had
at home was as good as it could be and there must be something wrong with
anything else.

New things fascinated Long John.  He was open to new experiences and wanted
to know more about them.  We spent a pleasant time at the Metropolitan.  We
were talking about the room by Frank Lloyd Wright in the American Wing when
a short man joined in our conversation.  Long John liked the room, but
thought it was too low.  The short man begged to differ.

Long John was 6-3 or 4 and the man couldn't have been more the 5-4.  He was
stocky, with a well-trimmed beard.  Wearing a sports shirt, a mass of hair
poked out at the open collar. At first I thought the man was offended, but
I soon realized he was joking.  I also realized he had a crotch level view
of Long John.  My hill billy friend wasn't blatant about his cock size, but
you could tell there was something in between his legs, a big something.
The short man was interested.

"I'm Longstreth Wilson, the assistant curator here," he said after we had
talked for a few minutes.  I introduced myself and John as my semi cousin
from the country.

"What is a semi-cousin?" Longstreth asked.

"I'm a cousin by marriage," Long John explained.  "My Daddy's bother
married Freddy's mother's sister.  We aren't related by blood, just by
marriage."

"It must be a southern thing, John," Longstreth remarked.

"You can call me Long John," my semi cousin said.  "That's my nickname."
Longstreth was looking directly at Long John's crotch and the bulge in his
pants.

"That nick name isn't referring to your height, is it?"  The short man
asked.

Long John laughed.  "In fact, it isn't," he replied.  Dropping his voice,
he asked, "Interested?"

"I sure as hell am!" Longstreth replied.  "I live a few blocks away.
Interested in a cup of coffee?"  He glanced at me with concern in his eyes.

"I would love a cup," Long John replied.  "Freddy here is what you'd call
open minded."

"Some people say I'm open minded to a fault," Longstreth added.  We left
the museum and went to his apartment.  It was in a beautiful mansion
subdivided into condominium units.  He had the top floor.

"Nice digs," Long John remarked.  "This ain't the low rent district, is
it?"

"Believe it or not, this once was the servants' quarters," Longstreth said.
"By the way, my nickname is Rabbit."

"As in fucking like a rabbit?" Long John asked.

"Only when I get lucky," he replied.  Rabbit made coffee and we talked.
After we finished the coffee, the conversation turned to sex.

"Are you a size queen?" Long John asked.

"You country boys sure are subtle," Rabbit remarked.  "I do like them big.
What is your interest?"

"Other than fucking?" John asked.  Rabbit nodded.  "I have a warm spot for
hair balls.  Freddy here is hairy, but I was guessing you're the mother
load."

"You guessed right.  Most gay men don't like that." Rabbit said.  "Having
the hair of a chimpanzee isn't an attractive feature."

"Why don't we all get naked and let me be the judge?" Long John suggested.
Rabbit led us to the bedroom.  He was hairy and, much to my surprise, hung.

"More of a Gorilla than a Chimp, I'd say," Long John said.

"A pigmy Gorilla?"

"Part of you ain't a pigmy," Long John replied.  "Damn, you look good.  Top
or bottom?"

"Long John, I'm not sure your approach to sex is as sophisticated as it
might be," I said.

Rabbit laughed.  "I don't mind," he replied.  "I don't like small talk that
much.  I like both, but I don't get much chance to do either."  We were all
getting hard.  "I'd love to get some practice in."

"Me too," Long John said.  "Do you think you can take it?"

Rabbit took a long hard look at Long John's enlarging cock.  "I'm not sure
I can, but I can sure give it the college try," he replied.  "It's been a
while.  I'm not sure I'm open enough."

"Freddy can warm you up."

Rabbit looked at me and my cock.  He smiled.  "We have a plan," he said.  I
was going to complain since they were making some assumptions about what I
would do without asking me.  Before I had a chance to say anything, Rabbit
began to suck my cock.  He was a master.  We got on the bed and formed what
must have been the most miss matched daisy chain in the history of gay sex.
Rabbit sucked me, while Long John sucked him and I sucked Long John.

I am not exactly a virgin, but Rabbit's sucking technique was a wonder.
What he did, I couldn't figure out, but my cock was in love.  Long John's
interest in Rabbit's cock was not purely recreational.  As he sucked, he
also worked some lubricant into the small man's ass.

When I was hard enough, Rabbit stopped sucking me and Long John gave him
the tube of lube.  He coated my cock then asked how I wanted to fuck him.
I said it was "the fuckee's choice." Rabbit rolled on his back and lifted
his legs to my shoulders.

His legs were undersized, but the rest of him was close to normal size.
The hair was continuous from his toes to his beard.  He had white skin
under the thick coat.  His eyes were a clear deep blue, his tongue, nipples
and cock head were pink.  Everything else was hair covered.  He even had
hair growing halfway up his cock shaft.

I rolled him back and opened his legs to see his ass hole.  It too was pink
and very small.  It glistened with lubricant.  "Are you sure you want to do
this?" I asked, a bit uncertain he could take my cock, not to mention Long
John's.

"Sure, just take it slow," he replied.  I place my cock at his hole and
told him to open up.  I pushed.  A second later my entire cock was in his
ass.  In another second, I was fucking him like a wild man.  Sucking wasn't
his only skill.  Rabbit was the bottom of my dreams.

"I'm shooting," I cried.  Trying to pull out, Long John held me in while I
shot my load.

"Shoot that man-lube deep!" Long John instructed me.  "The deeper it goes,
the better it will be for me." When I finished shooting, Rabbit squeezed
his ass a few times to milk the last drops of man seed from my cock.  I
pulled out slowly.  This was one of those situations for which I had no
expectations that turned out to be good.

Long John took my place at Rabbit's ass.  "You can rest some if you need
to, but I think you'll be more open if I go in right away," he said.

Rabbit told him to go right ahead, but to take it slowly.  "I don't think
it will be as easy as with Freddy," he said.  Long John began slowly
pulsing his cock into Rabbit's hole.  The head popped in.

"Damn it's thick!" Rabbit exclaimed.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop," Rabbit replied.  Long John pushed and a solid seven
inches of cock slipped in.  Rabbit gasped.  "I don't know what I want.  I
can't think."

"You're doing really good," Long John said.

"Why don't you try another position?" I suggested.  "Do you mind giving
Rabbit more control?  Let him sit on it."

"Does that sound good to you Rabbit?" Long John asked.  Rabbit nodded his
head.  I don't think he could talk.  Long John gently pulled out and got in
the bed.  Rabbit stood and straddled the monster cock.

"Shit.  My legs aren't long enough," Rabbit exclaimed.  There was a tone of
disappointment in his voice.

"I can help lower you," I said.

"Damn, I want it.  But it's so big," he whispered.

"Rabbit, I want to fuck you, but I sure don't want to hurt you," Long John
said, "Let Freddy help you.  He'll do what you want.  If it's too much, you
just say the word.  I'm an understanding kind of guy."

Rabbit scurried over to the side of his bed and retried a bottle of poppers
from the night table.  "This may help."  He returned to Long John and took
up his position on the cock.  He sat back and the first third of the cock
slid in easily.  I steadied him.  He opened the bottle and inhaled deeply.
Rabbit sank onto the cock.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed.  Rabbit's impressive cock lost some of it rigidity.
I held him and he wiggled his ass to get the invader into a more
comfortable position.  His cock got hard again.  "Is there much more left?"
he asked.

"Five inches or so," I said.  "They are thick inches." Rabbit opened the
bottle again and took another snort.  He didn't impale himself on it.  I
had the peculiar sensation he melted on it.  It was hard to believe, but
the entire organ was in the diminutive man's body.

"The minute I saw you naked I knew you could take it," Long John said.  He
pulled Rabbit forward and kissed him.  Some of his cock slipped out of
Rabbit's ass, but there was a lot still inside the quivering body. They
kissed passionately, then Rabbit pushed away and sat back on the cock.  He
wanted it all in his ass.  Once the horse cock was in, Rabbit was fine.
They tried several positions to see which worked the best.

Long John was fucking him doggy style when I saw Long John tighten his ass.
Rabbit moaned.  I knew the drooping section of the cock was twitching
inside the ass.  They were two happy men.  I felt like a fifth wheel, but
neither man seemed to have any sexual hang-ups at all.

Turn about was fair play in Long John's book and he wanted Rabbit's cock in
his ass.  Rabbit liked to top.  This interlude gave Rabbit's ass a rest.
John was a good and appreciative bottom.  Rabbit would have had a longer
rest period, if I hadn't been inspired by his bubble butt.  I slipped my
cock into the hole for a repeat performance.

The second I did it, I was worried this would annoy them.  There was no
need to worry.  Rabbit loved it.  Long John hadn't considered the
possibility, but he saw the potential immediately.  Ten minutes later
Rabbit was fucking me as Long John plowed him.  It was an unqualified
success.  We had perfectly synchronized orgasms.  Rabbit was a keeper.