Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 04:37:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Capitol Hotel  2

Capitol Hotel 2

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymen@aol.com.


I had to admit the idea of fucking Karl was really appealing to me. I liked
him and was turned on by him and while I was more of a bottom than a top, I
had used my cock several times to ease a guy into anal sex.  While big meat
gets all the attention, I knew I had a good recreational cock.

An old friend, Randy, described my cock as an anal probe. It was thin but
long, with a nice knob at the end. The same friend called it a ice tea
spoon cock. He was an outright size queen and a bottom. He liked my low
stress approach to fucking.

I wasn't able to get back to my room in the Capitol for a week. I had a
late group session and decided to spend the night. I got to my room without
seeing Karl. I was bushed and read a few articles in medical journals and
dozed.  There was a quiet raping at the door. I woke up and opened the
door.  It was Karl.

"You got by me." he said.  "Do you feel like talking?"

"I sure do.  How's it going?"

"Better than I had thought it would." Karl said. "I wasn't too sure about
the whole idea.  I just went along because Edmund wanted me to.  I owed
him."

"Do you think it's going to work?" I asked. "Is sex a good substitute for
booze?"

"It is for me." Karl said. "You know it took me a long time to admit I was
gay.  It's still hard to get use to sex as an okay activity. I was brought
up Baptist. Enjoying yourself was bad, sex wasn't even on the radar
screen."

"Every night before I go to bed, I thank God for Southern Baptists. Without
them half of the councilors in the nation would be unemployed."  I said.

"Recovering Catholics are the rest?" Karl asked. I laughed

"It's not quite as bad as that.  The curse is turning perfectly natural
instincts into sins." I added.  "We all have sex drives. Denying they exist
and branding as evil any effort to fulfill them is a disastrous course for
most people."

"I've told you. I've always topped?" Karl said. "At first I told myself it
was just men's asses were tighter than cunts."

"You started to realize you liked sex with men better?"

"I did.  I told myself, it was maybe because men were more
appreciative. It's hard for a guy to fling attitude when your fucking the
shit out of him." Karl said. "My wife thought she was doing me a favor.  At
best, she did an imitation of a log."

"I thought you weren't really gay as long as you topped and let guys give
you a blow job. It all changed when I got real drunk and spent the night
with an old high school buddy."  Karl continued. "I sucked him and never
had better sex. I thought having a guy's cock in your mouth would be
disgusting. It was the most exciting thing I ever did, the problem was I
was too chicken to do it sober."

Karl had been my patient, but had never told me these things before.  Even
though he had come to grips with his sexual preferences, he had still been
too embarrassed to tell me the whole story.

"You though you were too masculine to suck cock?" I asked.

"I guess that's it."  Karl said. "I get turned off by effeminate men.  I
couldn't think of myself being that way. Until you talked with me, I'm not
sure I had any other view of homosexuals.  I knew so little about myself, I
was clueless."

"Who in hell wasn't?" I asked. "The amount of misinformation and downright
lies out there is unbelievable. There are a lot of people who have a firm
commitment to making sure no one gets a truthful view of homosexuality. You
have guys out there trying to prove the world was made in six days and
looking for the Ark.  They want to start sex education in ninth grade and
don't seem to know girls are getting pregnant by then."

"Maybe born-again girls don't get knocked up."  Karl suggested.

"I'm afraid basic biology and sex drives apply to everyone." I said
laughing. "Even "good girls" figure somethings feel good.  It's especially
a problem for girls who are taught having a baby is the only real reason
for a girl to exist.  Sex with a man is the only way to be a real woman,
but you can't have sex, or even think about it until the wedding night. A
recipe for disaster."

"Shit, you just described my exwife!"  Karl bellowed. "She did it twice and
we had two kids.  That was it for her. Somethings just feel good, to me at
least, but my wife couldn't get over it was a cock in her.  She didn't like
it. She didn't want to like it."

"How is she doing with her new hubby?" I asked.

"Well, my son told me he's hung like a mosquito." Karl said. "No stress for
her."

"You had too much cock? Be still my heart!" I said.  "It's not a problem
for me, but sometimes the cock just plain doesn't fit the ass."

"No guys seem to complain." Karl said. "Once I get in, it's smooth
sailing."  He paused.  "They say it feels real good."  There was a touch of
uncertainty in his voice. He had finally turned the conversation around to
fucking.

"You've never felt a cock in your ass?"

"Nope. Does it sound stupid to say I'm curious? I sure love the top, but
the bottoms I fuck sure seem to like it too. I'd never seen a hands free
shot before I fucked a guy.  I must have hit a great spot.  It must have
been really good." he said.  "I was sort of wondering I had the same spot
in my ass."

"It must have been good.  Once my cum almost made a hole in the drywall!" I
said.  Karl laughed.  "Getting fucked can be a challenge, but when it's
good, it's really good. You can't fake an orgasm like that."

"That's got me thinking, I might like to try it." Karl said.

"And you think my cock might be just the right introduction?"

"Yeah.  I don't want to sound calculating, but it seems to me your cock
might fit real good."  Karl said. "And there is one other thing."  He
paused.  "I kind of like the thought of your cock in my ass. You've helped
me a lot."

"If I told you I'm already hard as hell, would you be surprised?" I asked.

"Shit no. I'm right behind you. How about us getting naked and getting it
on?"  I was ahead of Karl on that score.  We were naked and 69ing on my bed
in seconds. I deep throated Karl and when I pulled back, I must have
suctioned a pint of precum from his balls.  Karl was hot.

I'm short, but my throat and ass are accommodating. I almost never have
trouble taking big cocks.  Karl had nice and hefty meat, broad and thick,
with a blunt cock head and a wide slit.  If we had the chance, his cock
would be just right in my ass.  Karl had no problem sucking my cock at all.

"Damn, you're hot! Are you ready?" I asked.

"Sure am. I've been thinking about it for a week." he said. We rearranged
ourselves. I had him on his back on my bed, with his legs pulled up on the
edge of the mattress. His hole was fully exposed. He was covered in
whitish-blond hair and that included his ass. His hole was a pink opening
with a reddish rosebud peaking out of the center of the opening.

I had a tube of lube.  Squirting some on my finger, I touched his rosebud.
He jumped a little.

"Just relax, Karl. You know I'm a careful guy.  We'll just take our time
and get you nice and ready."

"I want to do it, but it's a shock to have someone touch my ass
hole. You're the first." Karl said.  "It may take some getting use to." I
swirled my finger around the opening. The hairs on the edge of his ass hole
were longer and darker than the hair on his ass. The sun never shone
there. I circled my finger until I was playing with the rosebud.

"You know what is next." I said.  "Relax and I'll start opening you up." I
began to press my finger in the hole. I was so heavily lubricated, it was
more like trying to push lube into his hole. I got to his tight pucker and
met resistance. I didn't push any further, but I didn't pull back either.

"I don't know about teaching an old dog new tricks." Karl said. "I'm fifty
and never had anyone do this before."

"If you've been waiting this long, I'll just take my time. I know you're
uneasy, but your cock is hard as a rock and drooling. Your body is
willing." I lubricated his cock and stroked it as I pressed my finger on
his sphincter. I gave his dick a good stroke and popped through the ring.
His cock felt so good, I don't think he realized I was beyond the only
barrier in the ass.

"As of a second ago you ceased being an ass virgin!" I said.  Pulling my
finger out, I applied more lube and went back.  I lubricated the ring and
the inside of the tunnel.  I wanted to make sure I would slide in without
effort. I pressed deeper and found his prostate. It was one finger length
inside his ass and when I massaged it, Karl moaned.

"What in hell was that?" he asked.

"That is the reason guys like to be fucked. You have just been introduced
to your prostate."

"Holy shit. I never felt anything like it."

"Well, if you like this, you have a good night ahead of you." I said. "I've
popped through your sphincter and lubricated it royally.  Let me warn you
now, you're a big muscular guy, but with all that lube, there's no way you
can keep me out."

"What if I change my mind?" he asked. I pressed his prostate hard. Karl's
eyes rolled back in his head.

"I'll stop of course." I answered. "But somehow, I think that isn't what
you want, is it?"  It was clear to me Karl's prostate was ultra sensitive
and he was going to have no problem as a bottom, assuming the cock would
fit in his hole. Karl shook his head. I took my finger out of his hole and
lubricated my cock. From the expression on his face I knew he wanted
something in his ass.  Then I positioned my cock head at his rosebud and
pushed.  He naturally tightened up.

"Just relax, Karl. You can't keep it out and it will feel better if you let
me in." I instructed him.  "Relax." I repeated. He relaxed some and my head
popped through the ring of muscle. He jerked as my head popped through, his
sphincter clamped tightly to the shaft. Only my cock head was inside his
ass.

"Are you okay?" I asked.  "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No, just let me get use to it." he said. I stayed still and only made
slight movements, just to remind him my cock was in his ass.  I could feel
him relax. The vice-like grip of his sphincter on my cock head released.  I
pushed in to about where I estimated his prostate was located. Nothing
happened, so I pushed a bit deeper.  Nothing happened there, so I deep
dicked him and began to pull out.

That was when I found his prostate. Karl moaned and shivered in
pleasure. My shaft is thin, but my head is a big, lollipop style. Somehow
the edge of my cock head hit Karl's magic spot as I pulled out. I pushed in
and pulled out again. Karl moaned at the exact same place. I pulled all the
way out.

"Do you want me to do it again?" I asked. Karl smiled at me.

"What in hell do you think?" he said. I slipped into his ass again.  It
took five or six thrusts before we figured out what worked best. It didn't
take long for Karl's ass to give up any resistance. His hole was a bit
small for my cock head, but he didn't mind. My cock was caressing his hole
before I would drive it deep, then pull out. My cock felt best driving
deep. Karl liked it when I pulled out.

Our excitement built as I continued to thrust. It was about as good as it
gets. I suddenly felt the sperm rising in my balls and I knew I was
gone. Pulling out, I sprayed Karl's hairy chest. I couldn't believe how
much cum I shot.

I looked down and realized Karl had shot off too. I shoot spurts and
dribbles.  Karl had what a friend of mine called a "gully washer". There
was cum everywhere, puddles, dribbles and one or two lakes of cum.

"Damn, I did it!" Karl said.

"What?"

"A hands free orgasm. You fucked the cum out of me!" Karl said. "Damn, I
don't believe it."

"You liked it?"

"Shit yes!  Damn!"

I was laying on top of him.  We were cemented together by our cum. Things
were good.  We spent the night together.  I fucked him several more times ,
he fucked me. I loved it. I have to admit, I have a warm spot for beer can
cocks. Karl's was everything I hoped for.

I went to work the next day. Karl called late in the next day.  He asked,
when I would get back to the Capitol.  I said, as soon as possible, but
that turned out to be a week away. I had a suicidal patient who occupied
much of my time.


When I finally got back to the Capitol Hotel, they were having a party in
honor of Lester, who had been promoted from being a watchman to supervisor
at Catfish & Company.  Lester had recruited Leroy and Dalton to be in his
crew. They were the security for a small industrial concern. It wasn't the
big time, but all three men liked being back in uniform. Edmund provided
pizza and drinks.

Edmund was always helpful and trying to help.  Many of the men had been
dumped on and were alone. It was good to have your efforts recognized. The
party was good and festive. Lester had done well. He was an aggressive man,
but friendly and helpful.  Leroy and Dalton were among the weaker men at
the hotel.  Lester gave them the leadership they needed.

After the party, Edmond asked me upstairs to his suite.  It was nicely
decorated, unlike the basic interiors of the rest of the hotel.  In his
bedroom, I saw he had a sling.  Edmond had additional plans for the night.