Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2011 18:30:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Salvation Falls 2

Salvation Falls 2

By Bald Hairy Man

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
bldhrymn@yahoo.com



I had a hard time figuring out what happened with Hank.  It had been more
intense than anything I had ever experienced before, but I had no way to
judge it or even understand it. I went home and thought about it all
night. I had the next day off, but the day after that I talked with Donnie.
He was closer to being my age than anyone else. Donnie knew exactly what it
was.

I had sex with Hank.  Donnie was positive about that. He asked me if I had
enjoyed it. I explained my feelings. Donnie was a nice guy and he explained
a lot to me. When I told him how much I enjoyed sucking Hank's cock, he
told me I probably liked men more than women.

"Sometimes sex is so exciting you get carried away, but if sucking him gave
you a hard on, a man may be what you want," he said.  "Are you going to get
together again?"

"I have no idea," I said. "He gave me his phone number."

"Well, that is a good sign!"

"Are you sure?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

"He wants to see you again," Donnie explained. "Do you want to do it
again?"

"I don't know," I replied.  I wasn't too truthful in that response. I
wanted the experiences again. I think Donnie knew better too. We only had a
small party to deliver flowers to, a ladies' luncheon. When I got back to
Uncle Tom's apartment, I took a nap.

When I woke, Tom and Bruce were there in Tom's bedroom. I soon realized
that they were doing what Hank and I had done the day before. They seemed
to be enjoying it as much as I had. Tom noticed I was there and closed the
door.  A little later, he came out. Tom was wearing a robe.

"I'm sorry about this.  I didn't know you were there," he said. "Bruce and
I are old friends. I know you don't approve."

"It's fine," I replied. "It didn't bother me."

"You parents were so straight laced. I'd didn't want to shock you."

Uncle Tom looked worried. I reassured him and then told him about my
interlude with Hank. Tom looked relieved. Bruce came out from the bedroom
and joined us. He was wearing one of Tom's robes.

They assumed I shared my folk's attitudes and fears. In some senses, I did,
but their prudery was so complete their fears were incompletely
detailed. They were opposed to sex and sexuality, but had been unable to
give me any concrete detail. I didn't know what sex was, and I had assumed
it was entirely related to relationships with women.

"How in hell did they expect you to get married?" Bruce asked.

"Mom mentioned they would find a nice girl for me when the time was right,"
I said.  "That time hadn't arrived yet."

"Did they mention gay sex?" Tom asked.

"Nope, I assume it wasn't a problem."

Tom laughed. "I'm pretty sure that wasn't the case. I would bet it was so
bad they couldn't bring themselves to mention it," he said. "I still got a
card from my brother at Christmas asking if I have found the right woman
yet.  Shit, I'm fifty-five."

"What was this Hank like?" Bruce asked.

"He was sort of like you guys, but not as good looking," I said. "He was
nice. I didn't expect anything, but it was okay."

"Was it only okay, or was it more than that?" Bruce asked.

"Well, it was a lot more than okay," I admitted.

"As in the most exciting thing you have ever done?" Tom asked. I looked him
in the eye and then smiled. Tom and Bruce smiled too. "Welcome to the
fraternity," Tom said.

"Do you guys play around the way you were just doing much?" I asked.

"Only when we get a chance," Bruce said. "I've known Tom for almost fifteen
years now. It just gets better."

"It gets better?" I asked. "I wondered if your first time is the best time
and maybe it goes downhill from there. Do you get tired of it?"

"That's not been our experience," Tom said. "It's different with every man
you meet. Sometimes it's good, once and a while it's great.  With Bruce
it's either great or spectacular."

"What happens if it's not good?"

"The same thing that happens when to meet anyone and don't hit it off. You
just don't see them much, or you avoid them," Bruce said. "Men like
different things. Masculine men excite me. I like them big, hairy and
brawny. I'm not into drag queens, but then again I don't run into them
much."

"I'm way too hairy for some guys," Tom said. "I'm messy too. When I am
turned on my cock begins to drip like a leaky faucet. When I cum, I shoot
buckets of sperm all over the place. That's a turn off for guys who like it
neat. There are men who like prim and proper boys who can have sex and not
need to comb their hair afterwards."

"Is sperm the white, milky stuff?" I asked.

"Yes, sperm is the thick, milky stuff. Pre cum is the clear slippery goo
that oozes out when you're turned on. Sperm is slightly bitter," Tom
explained.

"I didn't expect it when it shot out, but I sort of liked it," I
said. "Hank took mine too. He seemed to like it a lot."

"You did have a good time with Hank!" Tom said. "It's nice when you
exchange your baby making juices."

"Is that what makes babies?" I asked.  My parents were much worse about sex
education than I guessed.  I was shocked. "Does it all taste the same?"
While I was shocked, I was more curious. There clearly was a world I knew
nothing about. Hank had cracked the door a little.  I wanted to open the
door wide.

Tom and Bruce skipped answering the baby-making question, but Bruce looked
at Tom and Tom winked. "Well you interrupted us before we got a chance to
finish each other off," Bruce said. "You can join us and do a taste test."

I knew I should have said no, but deep in my heart, I wanted to join
them. I didn't actually say I wanted to, but I did take my clothes off.
They took that as a yes. I was nervous. It's was easier with Hank who I
didn't know at all than with Bruce and Tom.

The nervousness didn't last long. If Hank's cock turned me on, two cocks
seemed to double my enthusiasm.  Bruce was really excited and Tom held back
some, but soon all was well. I was uneasy about being naked, but neither
man had any problem with it. They were at ease and I soon relaxed.

When I had been with Hank, I was too wrapped up in events to know what was
going on.  It was a haze of sensation and pleasure. I had thousands of
questions about what was going on. I was afraid they were stupid questions
that everyone else in the world had answers for, except for me. Bruce and
Tom didn't seem to mind me asking and didn't seem to think I was stupid for
asking.

I asked my parents questions about my studies, but that was very
different. My parents had an answer for every question, but only one
answer.  Often it was a yes or no answer to a why type question. There was
never any explanation other than God ordained it, or it was in the
Bible. Once they said that there was no way I could question them anymore.

I had been under the impression the cock was a drain. Tom told me about its
reproductive use and it recreational use. Since Bruce was sucking my cock
as I asked the question, the recreational use was self-evident. I asked if
every cock reacted the same way.

"It's different strokes for different folks," Tom said. "Every man has a
cock, but they react differently to other people. There is a lot of
variety."

"How do you find out who wants what?" I asked. "It sounds as if your cock
has a mind of its own." As Bruce sucked me, I looked at Tom's organ and saw
it fully erect for the first time. It must have been a good eight inches of
thick, vein-covered meat. His cock head was thicker than shaft and was
flared. It was a pretty shade of lavender and was shiny.

He had mentioned he dripped like a leaky faucet, and I saw that was
true. His ball juices drooled from his slit and coated the organ. I thought
that was a bit gross, but a second later I had my lips around his knob and
was licking the sweep product of his balls. Tom moaned a little.

"Damn, you've got him really going, Tommy!" Bruce said. "Jacob has
inherited the family leaky faucet."

I took more of Tom's cock into my mouth, savored it then pulled back. As I
did, I suctioned more of the stuff from his balls. I loved it. Tom seemed
to love it too. He liked it especially when I ran my tongue around the
flared edge of his cock head.

I slipped into little world where there was only my mouth and Tom's cock. I
couldn't get enough of it. I finally got the entire organ in my mouth
without choking. With my nose inhaling the musky man smell of his bush and
my tongue savoring the rich ooze, I was in heaven.

"Jacob, give me a little rest," Tom said after a while. "I want to take my
time and not pop too soon. Try Bruce's cock."  I always obey my elders. I
shifted and licked Bruce's organ. I wouldn't say Bruce was as juicy as Tom,
but it was good. His cock was almost as long as Tom's was, but thinner. It
was a lot easier to take him. His cock had a curve and Bruce rotated his
body. From that position, I could easily swallow the entire organ and
breathe at the same time.

We broke apart a few times to catch our breath. "I can tell you like your
Uncle Tom's home brew!" Bruce said during a break.

"Is that bad?"

Tom laughed a little. "As I said, it's different strokes for different
folks. You often don't have much control over what turns you on. It's great
when the feelings are mutual, but that doesn't happen every time. There is
one nice thing about gay men. Most are horny and willing most of the time.
If they aren't, there are more fish in the sea," Tom said.

"I bet Dad would have thought this was sinful."

"I assume you are right about that, but there is a chance he couldn't
conceive of sucking a cock," Tom said. "Imagination wasn't your dad's
strong suit. I wanted to be safe. He liked everything in black and white."

"He trusted Rev. Johnny," I said. "He couldn't believe Johnny was a
crook. He thought he was safe when he followed Johnny's every wish and
command."

"I've never thought it was possible to be safe," Tom said. "I'm a steel
worker. I'm careful, but I know there is always a chance things can go
wrong."

"Why do you do it?"

"I love to build.  I've loved it since I was a little kid.  If you want
that, you have to take the bad with the good. You are king of the world
when you are fifty stories up, looking down on Manhattan. It's the best
feeling in the world," Tom explained.  I leaned over and licked the drool
from his oozing cock.  "Maybe it's the second best feeling in the world,"
he added.

When I turned my head, Bruce's cock was there. I licked it too. I switched
between cocks for a while, wallowing in sexual atmosphere. They kissed and
that increased the flow of manly juices. It couldn't go on forever and we
broke apart.

"I have to be at a meeting tonight," Bruce said. "Would you mind if I took
the door prize today and tasted your cream, Jacob?" he asked.

"That's fine with me," Tom said. "Jacob lives here." Bruce swallowed my
cock. Tom held me in his arms. "You just relax and let Bruce work his
magic," Tom whispered.

"He wants me to shoot off?" I asked.

"He sure does. Just think of it as a nice thank you for finding the job for
you," Tom said. "He loves man milk. Give it up for him. Let him drain
you. He'll love it." I really didn't have much choice in the matter. Bruce
tongue worked its magic and I began to moan.

"Don't hold back," Tom urged. "Let him take it all. Relax and let it
flow. Let him take it all."  As usual, I did what I was told. It was
beautiful. I could do nothing but twitch and shoot. Bruce did all the
rest. I was excited at first, but later I let go and Bruce's tongue did all
the work. I thought I was drained, but there were a few twitches left.  I
all but fell asleep in Tom's arms.

Tom and I went out to dinner that night and came home early. Tom was in bed
by nine or nine thirty on a work night. I spent most of the night dreaming
about Tom, Bruce and Hank.  I had thought the cock was a drain for
piss. While I had discovered a few pleasurable things about my cock, it was
accidental and I was terrified my Mother would discover sticky goo. I
avoided playing with my cock.

I know this sounds strange, but I had no idea about the cock's role in
reproduction. I sort of thought that semen was congealed urine. I didn't
have many friends my age and anytime I did meet kids, it was well
supervised. I never got any information from an older brother or friend.

Rev. Johnny required that you report any failures or sins committed by
other members of the community. The sinners would be punished at a church
service. I remembered when a boy was spanked for having kissed a girl.  I
was six at the time and it greatly impressed me.  My folks were very good
about reporting our neighbors' shortcomings.

When I was younger we seemed to have quite a few friends, but by the time I
was ten, the friends had vanished. Rev. Johnny heaped praise on Dad for
being so strict and keeping our neighbors in line.  I think that was the
reason we had so few friends. My father told me we were greatly admired in
the community.

My Dad wasn't a bad man. He was a born follower. When he found Rev. Johnny
he fell for it hook line and sinker. If he had found a better leader, all
would have been fine. When he discovered what Rev. Johnny was really like,
he simply couldn't take it. Dad should have known, but questioning wasn't
part of his nature. If Rev. Johnny had been Hitler, Dad would have been
killing Jews and then killed himself in the bunker when Hitler fell. Dad
wouldn't have any personal hatred of Jews. If the leader told him to do it,
Dad would do it. It was that simple.

As I thought about my parents, I also realized they weren't capable of
feeling joy or happiness. Certainly sexual pleasure was not an option for
them. Mom and Dad were proud they had been pure before marriage and pure
after I was born. I think my conception was their only foray into normal
sexual relations. My mother disliked Eve.  Eve had screwed up and
childbirth was the punishment for her sins. Looking back, I realize Mom
thought both childbirth and conceptions were punishment for sins.

Bruce and Tom seemed to think sex was a part of a good friendship. I
wondered if it was more than a good friendship. They seemed close and
comfortable.

Friday was a busy day for Nathan. He called Friday's Bar Mitzvah Day.  I
didn't know what a Bar Mitzvah was, but it sure required a lot of
flowers. We had two, a big one in Manhattan and a smaller one on Long
Island. Nathan was personally doing the Manhattan event. Hank was doing the
Long Island party and he asked for me. Hank drove Rodger and me. Rodger was
a good guy and smart, he couldn't do any lifting because of his heart
condition. Nathan made sure I under stood that, no lifting. Apparently,
Rodger thought he could do more than was good for him.

The party on Long Island was small with only fifty guests. The flowers were
extravagant and beautiful. It was at a big mansion, with a formal garden. A
big centerpiece was complicated and I had to assemble under Rodger's
direction. Luckily, Rodger and I got along well and everything went on
without a hitch. The owner was very pleased and we had everything in place
by 5:00.

Hank drove us back to Brooklyn, dropping Rodger off on the way.

As soon as Rodger left the car, Hank asked if I'd like to come by for a
drink at his place. I expected that and was planning to say
no. Unexpectedly I said yes. I had actually rehearsed saying no, but it
came out as a yes. We went to a big house in Park Slope. Hank had an
apartment on the third floor.

Tom's apartment was several rooms with furniture in them. Hank's apartment
looked like something you might see in a fancy magazine. It was beautiful,
more like an art gallery than an apartment. There were beautiful paintings,
sculptures and objects everywhere.

"What a beautiful place!" I exclaimed.

"I collect things from my friends," Hank said. "I worked at a gallery for
years until it went under.  Many are gifts from pals.  I've helped a lot of
artists move! I'm a good cook too.  You'd be surprised how many will come
over for a real meal."

Some of the artworks I didn't understand, but most were beautiful. A number
of nudes were in the collection including a large portrait of Hank, naked
and smiling. It was very striking. "I don't know if I could have a naked
picture of me on display," I said as I admired it.

"Well, they've all seen me naked and smiling too!" Hank said. "Most of them
have spent some up close and personal time with my cock. I'm not a shy
man. Neal, who did the portrait, had never painted a hairy man before.  It
was a challenge."

"Do you have sex with many men?"

"It seems to me I've had sex with just about the right number of men," Hank
said. "I liked it and most men like it.  Why not pool our resources and
have some fun? Neither of us is going to get pregnant. I never play with
kids.  You are as young as I've ever done."

"I had never had sex before you," I said.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice. "I would hope your
first time would be more special than that."

I smiled. "It was special enough for me. I didn't expect it, but it was
good," I explained.

"The man who lives below me, loves young guys, the more inexperienced the
better," Hank said. "Davis is gentle and careful, but he likes to introduce
young men to the joys of man sex."

"That sounds odd."

"Davis still had a lot of friends. Most move on to other playmates or
partners, but they remember Davis fondly." Hank said.  "I was hoping to get
my cock in your ass and fuck you to the moon. That is out of the question
now."

"You actually shove your cock into a guy's ass?" I asked incredulously.  It
hadn't occurred to me you could do that.

"I sure do, and when it's good, it's great," he said. "Unfortunately when
it's bad it's terrible, and many times it take some practice to get it
right. My cock doesn't come with training wheels."

"What does it feel like?"

"For me it's more intense that sucking, a good ass is tight and massages
your cock as you thrust," he explained.

"It must hurt the man you are fucking."

"That is the difference between a good and a bad top," Hank said.  "A good
top can open you up easy. I'm too big."

"You cock is long."

"It's not the length but the diameter that is the problem," Hank
said. "Your rectum can take length; your sphincter is not as adaptable."

"What's a sphincter?" I asked.

Before Hank could answer that question someone knocked on the door.  It was
the neighbor, Davis. Hank introduced us. Davis was a nice looking older
man. He was tanned and had white hair. He was an antique dealer and needed
some help setting up a display at an antique show. Nathan didn't need me
for the next few days so I said I would help. Davis asked if I could come
by his shop at nine the next morning.  He gave me his card and left.

After Davis left, Hank noticed I was staring at his crotch. He asked if I
wanted to play. I answered him by stripping.