Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2010 19:02:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rod & Gun Club 5

Rod & Gun Club 5

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  I have quite a few stories on Nifty. Look for
Bald Hairy Man in the prolific authors section. If you have any comments
send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.


My Aunt Sally died unexpectedly that week and I had to do the family
thing. Dad came from a big family, four boys and three girls. Sally was the
nicest of them. The older generation were all hard working folk, but some
of my younger cousins were pretty trashy. Sally was charitable to the ones
who fucked up the most.  The bad ones didn't come to the funeral. I covered
myself in glory by both coming to the funeral and wearing a tie. Sally
would have loved that and her family appreciated the effort. With the
funeral and a job out of town, I didn't get back to the club for two weeks.

Life had changed for the better when I joined the Rod & Gun.  It seemed
less stressful and calmer. I think I never admitted to my self how much I
enjoyed sex. Sex was so irregular, I talked myself into believing it was
just a minor part of me life. With the Club and the potential for regular
sex I could admit just how much I liked it.

How anyone could pretend sex was unimportant is a mystery to me. For the
life of me I can't figure out the value of virginity. While being a virgin
might be admirable for a woman, it is an embarrassment for men. No one
respects a male virgin.  Chasity is only for women. What for a woman is
being a slut, for a man is just being a real man.

When I got back from my work in Lynchburg I found a message on my answering
machine from Junior. He said he was having birthday party on Friday. He
wanted me to come and not to worry about a present. All he wanted was
hanging between my legs. I was going to call him and see if it was too late
to come, since the party was that evening, but he called.  I apologized for
not responding.  He asked if I could make it.  I said yes.

I jumped in the car a drove to the club. I would shower there. The Hood
family, Hiram, Ovid and Virgil were there with Big Dan, Junior, Danny and
Luther. Jerry Fuller, the Games Master and Alex Lewis, the hunt Master were
there too. I was a little surprised to see Tom Jefferson and two other
black guys there. The Hoods were a very white family and portions were very
redneck.

Virgil introduced me to Jerry. When I saw him I recognized he was a
pharmacist. He was in his late fifties, a bit bland but pleasant. He
arranged the party. “Let me clue you in on the plans for the night. The
birthday boy gets what he wants,” Virgil said. “Usually he as after
someone's ass. As a general rule all sex is voluntary, but when it's
someone's birthday, it's essentially required. Junior has been a top and
there are few unplowed fields here.”

“Junior wants us to make our famous Rod & Hunt Club Punch. We haven't
done this in years but it use to be more common,” Lewis
explained. “The punch is a collection of sperm donations from the men in
the club. It more of a curiosity than a taste treat.” Virgil leaned
closer to me. “Junior's never tried black meat before. He's decided to
try the meat and to take the cream too.”

“Do we shoot in a glass?” I asked.

“Junior had a tight ass,” Virgil said. “We're going to use this as
an opportunity to open him up some. We have a selection of men and cocks
here. Junior wants them big, but I think a gradual increase in size would
be more realistic. By the way, you are last on his dance card. Do you
object to sloppy seconds?”

I told him I had no problem at all. Apparently Junior hadn't told his
father I had already made a visit to his man cunt. Virgil went off to talk
with a cousin and Tom came over to me with his friends.

“Bill, I'd like you to meet some of my pals,” he said. “This is
Rodney, he's an English and Latin teacher at the high school.” Rodney
was as tall as Tom, but solid, rather than muscular. “My other friend is
Talbert. He a fitness trainer at the local heath club and spa.” We shook
hands. Talbert was all muscle, but no more than five feet four. Talbert was
shaved from head to toe, except for a cube of pubic hair. He was nicely
hung and cut. Talbert was a very black, black man, but his cock head was
pink.

By contrast, Rodney was Hershey's milk chocolate, except for his genitals
which were Hershey's Special Dark. Rodney must have been the furriest black
man I had ever seen. His beard and pelt were white. He was handsome,
distinguished looking and soft spoken. We talked and got along well. Rodney
was a friend of Lamar's English teacher, Dudley.

It was a cheerful group and there was beer.  Alcohol was only for special
occasions at the Club. Hiram told me a regular diet of beer and sex had
proved to be a problem in the early days of the club.  Both could be habit
forming. Junior was popular, but every inch a character, thus there were
gag gifts and slightly off kilter testimonials. Alex, Marvin, Parker and
Fred joined the group. Parker gave a short speech saying he was there to
dilute the Hood gene pool they were going to make in Junior's ass.

Junior good naturedly asked if Parker's sperm had affected Fred's genetic
make up?

“Not at all,” Parker replied, “I know you've made more than your
share of cum deposits in Freddy's rear. It's your birthday so I will admit
I've enjoyed using Junior Hood's Miracle Anal Lubricant when Fred gets back
home from the club. Fred says, “Daddy, I want to get fucked by a real
man now. Junior had tickled his sphincter, but now he needed a real
cock.” Everyone laughed.

I assumed he would get in the sling and take it the way Marvin did the
first time I visited the club. I was still talking with Rodney and when I
looked at Junior. He was on his hands and knees with Talbert in his ass.
They were having a really good time. Much to my surprise it was more love
making than just fucking. Talbert suddenly pulled out, shot a single spurt
of cum over Junior's back and then deposited the rest of his load in his
ass.

Luther went in next. His much larger organ, but had no problem with
Junior's tight cum-filled hole. This was a relaxed fucking, friendly and
almost brotherly. Luther's cock was still dribbling cum when he pulled
out. Tom Jefferson replaced him. Junior shot off when Tom poked him. While
there was total penetration with each man, there was an affectionate and
loving aspect. Then men liked, and some may have loved Junior. There were
some periods of heavy pounding, but much more gentle stoking.

I noticed every man shot at least one spurt of cum out side Junior's
ass. This was to show everyone how much you enjoyed it. While a cock can
only pound on one prostate at a time, everyone could watch and share the
orgasm.

After a fifteen minute break Junior was ready to go again. Fred followed
him first and Ovid came next. Junior's ass was getting puffy, but that
didn't seem to effect the pleasure he was feeling, Rodney and I were
watching and talking. Rodney and I were about as opposite in our life
experiences as is possible. He was educated and his parents had both been
teachers.  I got out of High School, which is more than any other male in
my family.  We got along well. We were also getting turned on big time.

Junior had no problems with any cock, black or white, unlike Virgil's
comments. Virgil was looking at Rodney and me. We were erect. The foreskin
had pulled back and our knobs were just beginning to drip.

By now Parker was in Junior and was doing a total job of fucking
him. Parker must have made a study on how many ways you can fuck a man and
was using this knowledge on Junior. Junior had zoned out. He was just
responding to Parker's big meaty thrusts with moans and twitches.

I had a feeling this would be Junior's last fuck of the day. There would be
nothing left in his balls when Parker finished. Rodney was near me and our
cock heads touched. Cock heads never touch by accident. Rodney used his
head to smear precum over the bloated glands. His cock head must have been
hyper sensitive. Fresh globs of precum emerged from his slit.

Virgil was watching us with obvious excitement. Everyone else was watching
Parker and Junior's Academy Award level performances. Rodney saw Virgil
watching us and motioned for him to come over.  Virgil looked around the
room to see if anyone was watching and then came over.

I'm not the most perceptive man in the world, but I realized Virgil had
been describing himself, not his son earlier. Virgil had a problem with
size and with black meat. He had just bit the bullet and dove in head
first. He dropped to his knees and worked his tongue between our cocks,
licking each. He took my head into his mouth and licked all the pre cum
from it, and then did the same for Rodney. As he sucked Rodney's knob he
got more excited and began to take more of the shaft as he sucked.

Rodney was a big boy like me. I was a bit longer, but he had girth. It was
an elongated beer can. Rodney was pumping out the juice and Virgil loved
it. On the other side of the room, Parker hit his groove as a sexual
athlete.  He fucked Junior for an hour. This gave Rodney and me a chance to
give Virgil a work over. As he worked on Rodney's cock, I worked on
Virgil's ass. He was tight, but very excited. I got two fingers in and
found his prostate. It was deep.

Marvin was watching us and came over to help. He had some lubricant, and a
bottle of Jungle juice. I lubricated Virgil's hole and Marvin's
cock. Marvin had an average cock with a big head. It would be a good
starter cock.  Rodney held the bottle of poppers and gave Virgil a
snort. Marvin's cock had popped in and the rest of his cock slid in easily.

One the cock was in, Virgil redoubled his efforts to drain all of Rodney's
manly juices. Marvin popped quickly. He shot several volleys directly at
Virgil's hole and thenhe used his cock to push the slippery seed into the
quivering ass.

I wasn't sure my cock would fit Virgil's hole. Virgil was uncomfortable
until my cock was in deep enough to ram his prostate. At first I thought he
might have fainted. His prostate was his on button. No one had ever done
more than give it a glancing blow. I hit it head on and Virgil lost all
desire to resist. He was still tight, but he was feeling things he had
never felt before. Virgil and I both took a snort of poppers and went at
it.

I pulled out and let Rodney take a turn. Rodney massive cylinder of man
meat drove Virgil crazy. Rodney didn't need to thrust or pound, the
diameter of his cock did the trick. Cocks have no hard edges and even
though Virgil's ass was shrink wrapped to Rodney's meat, it was all good. A
little later Luther and Tom joined us in plowing Virgil's ass. I went off
to the shower to clean up. I was covered in lube and cum.

When I returned Junior was asleep on the floor. I raised his legs and
looked at his fuck hole. It was puffy and cum drooled from it. I tested the
waters by resting my cock head against it. It quivered and opened
slightly. I pushed deep. The cum of six men squirted from his ass. His ass
was warm, almost hot, and juicy. Junior didn't really wake up, but his body
responded to my thrusts. After a while he moaned, “I'm tired.” I
pulled out and returned to Virgil.

Virgil was open so I slipped in. He was sucking Rodney. Rodney watched my
cum coated cock slip into Virgil. Rodney began to shoot, and Virgil took it
like a babe at his mother's breast. The party broke up.

Rodney asked me over to his house for a bite to eat. We had a sandwich and
then got down to some serious cock sucking. Sometimes sucking seems like an
appetizer for main course which to me is often fucking. With Rodney it was
an entire dinner. His cock seemed to have it's own personality. It twitched
and shivered; it dripped, drooled and spurted. It was the most appreciative
and energetic male organ I had ever encountered. My cock seemed bland; it
just drooled pre cum.

Whatever my cock did, it was enough to keep Rodney entertained. I felt like
a teen ager again, sucking my first cock. After a solid 45 minutes Rodney
fed me a generous desert of his spunk. I did the same to him. All was
well. I had to finish up a project the next morning, so I had to leave.
Rodney gave me his phone number and I gave him mine. He told me to call
anytime.

He called me two days later. He asked if I would look at a remodeling
project he was thinking about.  I went over and looked. He had a nice
home. It had been his families home and he bought it from his brother's and
sister when his parents died. Rodney was the only one to say in their home
town.

It was perfectly maintained, but had never been updated. He wanted an
upgraded bathroom and a new kitchen. The old kitchen had a large pantry and
a laundry room attached. If he took out the walls he could have a
kitchen-family room. His parents had been teachers too and had some good
old furniture in the parlor and dinning room.  He wanted to keep these
rooms as they were, but make a more informal living room to the rear.

Rodney had a plumber lined up, and a man to do the cabinets, but no
carpenter.  I was at the end of a job and could do it. I gave him a ball
park figure for the cost of the work, he thought that was
acceptable. Rodney also had a friend who wanted to be a carpenter but
hadn't much experience.  He asked if I could use him as a helper. I said
that would be fine if the guy was a hard worker.

I met the guy, Tyrone, a few days later. Tyrone wore dreadlocks, gold
chains and thug clothes.  He was polite. I told him to get some jeans,
steel tipped boots, a tee shirt, and ditch the jewelry. Anything that can
snag on a nail, or get caught in a piece of machinery is too dangerous on a
job. Tyrone was 24, clueless about construction, but a hard worker and
smart. After the first week on the job, he was getting the hang of it. He
was a gym rat, so he was strong enough and he could do what I told him to
do. Later he would ask me to explain why we did it that way.  Tyrone was a
fast learner. He was also a good looking man once he was out of the ghetto
clothes. We got along well.

I couldn't figure out how Tyrone knew Ronald. Tyrone was smart, but not
Latin Class smart. We were two weeks into the job when I had discovered
some termite damage in the floor under the old laundry room. That slowed up
the project. I worked on Saturday to finish up the repairs. Tyrone was off
that day.  A friend of Ronald's dropped by late on Saturday to look at the
progress. He too was named Tyrone and was the uncle of my helper.

He was 30 years older than Tyrone and 30 pounds heavier. At about six feet
two inches the weight looked good on him. It took me an entire two minutes
to realize he was Ronald's playmate. It took me a little bit longer to
recognize him as a man I had seen behind the counter at the Post Office. I
showed him the repairs. He had a house a few blocks away that needed some
work done.

Ronald told him his plans. Opening up the back utility rooms in the house
was a good move. What had been a warren of small spaces was now a single
big room. Ronald got out some beers from the refrigerator and we sat in the
dining room and chatted. Tyrone went off to the toilet and Ronald came over
to me.

“Tyrone and I go way back,” he said. “We've been playing since
high school in the 60s. I thought maybe we could play together. He's never
tried white meat before.”

“Is he interested?

Ronald smiled. “Tyrone is always interested. He's from a family of
farmers. He a barber and owns a successful shop. He's just never associated
with whites. He's grateful you are helping out with his nephew. Young
Tyrone has had family problems. Tyrone's sister had bad taste in men. They
look good, but were good for nothing. There were no good role models other
than good old Uncle Tyrone. You've helped the kid a lot.”

“I've been working all day and am too dirty for company,” I said.

“Go upstairs and take a shower,” Ronald said.  “I'll tell him you
had an engagement tonight and needed to clean up.  If he's interested,
we'll join you.”

I keep some clean clothes in the truck most of the time. On some jobs,
especially renovations you are too dirty to go in a 7-11 without causing a
problem with the health department. I went to the shower.

Somehow I always assume I am the only guy who lets his cock do his
thinking. I respond to anyone who is willing. I was use to rest stop sex
when sometimes it was too dark to see the face of the guy you were
sucking. I took any opportunity I could to have sex.  I know I'm not the
only one like that. In our anti-gay world, that's the way it works.

I am still surprised when other men act the same way.  Being an isolated
gay man without gay friends it's easy to believe you are the only one that
feels the way you do. I was a minute or two into my shower when Tyrone and
Ronald joined me.  We were three big men in a tub shower so it was
close. Tyrone reacted he same way to the situation as I did. We got hard.
“Damn, I thought white boys had small cocks!” he exclaimed.  I
laughed and all was well. We did a comparison. I was longer than Tyrone's
cock, but he was thicker. He possessed a massive cut cock head, all pink
and lavender. He was dark skinned and his genitals were coal black.  He
head was alike a beautiful, night blooming flower.

Tyrone was handsome and muscular. He was smooth except for his close cut
hair and furry bush. That was fine with me. I was ready to drop to my
knees. But Tyrone beat me to the suck. As his lips closed on my cock, his
finger moved to my ass.  Tyrone knew his stuff.

“Let's not get to the desert before we have the dinner,” Rodney
said. “The bedroom is much more comfortable.” We got out of the
shower, dried off and went to the bedroom. In the bedroom I saw we all had
impressive equipment.  Usually I am the biggest guy in the room. While our
cocks didn't match, we were all big. Rodney was shorter but thicker, Tyrone
was shorter and thicker. We sucked each other for a while and talked. We
were similar in one or another way. We were all tops.

“Well Bill is full service,” Rodney said.

“Well, I don't know about you, but having two black dudes fucking a
white guy doesn't seem right.” Tyrone said. “I know sure as hell
having two white guys fucking a black dude would be a problem.”

“That means no fucking,” Rodney said. He sounded disappointed. I was
about to say I was okay with it, but Tyrone came to the rescue.

“I guess I can do some entertaining on my back porch,” Tyrone said.
“It would be nice if you boys took your time. I haven't done much
entertaining back there in a while.” He looked at me directly. “I
hope you wouldn't mind if I made a courtesy call on your prostate
first. Have you been fucked by a black guy before.”

“Tom Jefferson,” I replied.

“Damn you've started at the top! I hope you won't be disappointed,”
Tyrone said. I stroked his cock as I told him I wasn't too worried about
that.

My session with Tyrone and Rodney was good, parts were way better than
good.  If anything they were overly considerate. Rodney went first.  He was
shorter than me, but thicker and Tyrone believed diameter was a much bigger
problem than length. Rodney's big cock head was a problem but the rest was
good. His knob was like a plunger. It gave my prostate a good
workout. Tyrone had some high powered poppers from Europe. They revved men
and Rodney up.

I was turned on big time when Rodney pulled out and Tyrone popped in. he
caught me by surprise and was surprised himself. His thick man tool simply
filled my ass, and I twitched and shivered as it squeezed my
prostate. Every movement was good for me. It was even better for Tyrone. I
guess it was one of those rare occasion when there was perfect fit. My
tight ass clamped on his meat and he was in fucker's heaven.

When Tyrone pulled out I took a trip up his rectum. He was tense, but when
he took a snort of poppers and his ass opened like a garage door. I went
deep and the door closed.  His sphincter acted as a cock ring. Inside his
ass it was hot and juicy. He squirmed and undulated his ass. At first I
thought this was to get my cock in a better position, but I think he was
just trying to get to know my cock.  I thrust a few times and his eyes
rolled back into his head.  His pink cock head oozed and drooled. I pulled
out and then went deep.  I leaned over Tyrone pushing his legs open to get
the deepest penetration.  As I did this, Rodney re entered my ass.  I was
the filling in a fuck sandwich.

Rodney was good when he fucked me on my back. He was great from the
rear. When Tyrone noticed what had happened he said, “It's a fucking
Oreo!” We all broke out in laughter. From that point on it ceased being
an experiment and became a trio of men trying to fuck each other's brains
out.

I had a strong suspicion Tyrone and Rodney had more experience on the
bottom than they wanted to admit. Rodney moaned from the second my knob
punched in his ass until my bush touched his ass lips.  He loved it. Tyrone
liked watching too. He eased his cock into me after a while and that was
great too.

Eventually Rodney was in the middle and Tyrone tried it top. The Oreo
arrangement worked best for them and for me. Tyrone was the first to pop
and he made me shoot in Rodney's hole. It seemed right. I drained my balls
as Tyrone refilled me. Tyrone and I shared Rodney's orgasm. It was big
enough for two.