Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2011 18:48:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Salvation Falls 5

Salvation Falls 5
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

My virgin days were over. Davis did a complete and thorough exploration of
my ass. His cock was a finely tuned scientific device designed to find any
places with the potential for sexual response. Every once and a while he
took a break and released some of his own personal lubricant into my well
used rectum.

Davis seemed relaxed and almost casual about this, but I could feel his man
seed tickling my ass as he ejaculated. He seemed so matter of fact about
it. I realized I should never play poker with him. "I thought you were
getting a little dry," he remarked.

My ass was getting tender and the lubricant was nice. "Some men are much
more aggressive than me," he said. "Being aggressive comes with the
territory with many men."

"What you are doing is good for me," I said.

"I know, I can feel it in your reactions," he said. "You are rather an open
book sexually. I can feel you react. It nice that you mentioned it
though. Everyone likes to complimented on his sexual skills and
performance. Sometimes the more aggressive men are so caught up in their
own passions, they don't notice yours. It's good when you tell them."

"I don't know if I would like that," I said.

Davis laughed. "My young man, it takes all types.



Davis asked me to come back in a week when he had another shipment to go
out.  I told him I had a flower delivery for a big event and I wouldn't be
able to get over until two days later. He said that would be fine.

I returned as scheduled and another man answered the door.  He was wearing
a bathrobe.  "I'm here to do some work for Davis," I said. "I'm Jacob."

"Well, Davis has been holding out on us," the man said. "Let me get him."

Davis returned both wet and wearing a robe. "Jacob, I'm sorry, but I
completely forgot you were coming. I have some unexpected
houseguests. Could you come back tomorrow?"

I said sure.

"Ask him to join us, Davis!" The man I met at the door called form the
other room. "We could use some new meat in this collection of past prime
mutton."

An another voice called out, "Make that beef aged to perfection in you
don't mind." There was laughter from the next room.

"My friends are a bit rowdy," Davis said.

"Are their attentions honorable and respectable?" I asked with a smile.

Davis leaned close to me. "Not at all!" he whispered. "They are
over-the-hill playmates with the sex drives of irresponsible
teenagers. They have absolutely no honorable intentions."

"Would you mind if I met them?"

"We are all naked," Davis said, blushing slightly.

I smiled. "That's okay with me. Should I get naked?"

It was Davis' time to smile.  "That would be best." I stripped and joined
Davis and six older men. As I entered, a bearded man who looked like a
trimmed down version of Santa saw me. "Damn, Christmas has come early this
year!" We had quick introductions.

John and Ravi were Canadian set designers who were in NewYork to see new
productions on Broadway. They brought the Santa look alike, Steve. He was
an actor. Carlos, Saul and Magnus were mutual friends of Davis and the
Canadian couple.

They struck me as a very New York group. Ravi was from India, Carlos from
Brazil, Saul was Jewish and Magnus looked like a Viking chieftain. Not one
of them had a shy bone in his body or showed any sign of being uneasy about
being nude.

Luther had explained the difference between being naked and nude.  I knew
about being naked from Salvation Falls. It was bad. Nude was being naked on
purpose and without shame or embarrassment. I wondered if there was another
word for being nude and erect. I asked Tom about that when I got home. He
laughed and suggested the phrase, "hot-to-trot."

All of Davis' friends were friendly and showed that friendliness with their
semi erect cocks. i got in the hot tub between John and Santa. Both men
immediately put their hands on my legs and slid them up my legs to fondle
my cock. they giggled when the encountered the other man's hand.

I asked how long John was going to be town. "A week is all I can do," he
said. "I just finished "The Tempest" at Stratford, and have got to get
going on "The Importance of Being Earnest" for a theater in Toronto. That's
going to be a bear. They want something new." John was a slight, dapper man
who looked more like an accountant that a set designer to me. I had no idea
what a set designer was supposed to look like, but I expected someone more
flamboyant.

Santa was perhaps 70 years old and worked out. He had a good body if you
like Polar bears. He spoke in a deep, resonant voice. I correctly assumed
he was an actor. As they fondled me, I played with them. Santa had a
massive, uncut beer can like cock and gigantic balls. John never got beyond
half-staff. He said he was getting too hot and got out of the tub. Ravi
took his place.

Ravi was well beyond half-staff when he got in the tub. Santa whispered to
me, "John has a medical problem and can't get it up anymore. His ass is in
fine working order and he could take the Empire State Building in a
pinch. Ravi is an aggressive top." Santa's hand had strayed toward my
asshole. I shifted my position to give him better access. Playing hard to
get isn't my strong suit.

Ravi had an English accent and was a graduate of an English art school. My
education was sadly lacking. I had never met an Indian before and had no
idea they might have an English accent. He had an impressive organ. I had a
hard time following the conversation.  They were talking about the theater
and art and I knew almost nothing about that.

The tub sat on a platform, so while there were four in the tub, others
could lean against it and join in the conversation. John was leaning on the
tub, when Magnus came up behind him. John jumped a little and then made a
satisfied smile. I realized Magus was fucking him.  Magnus was pumping
slowly, while John rotated his ass to get the cock into a better
position. It was tasteful and no one commented.

"Is there room for one more in the tub?" Saul asked. He had what Bruce
called and Ultra-Bronx accent. Saul was short and gorilla-like in his
hairiness. He was a stand-up comic and funny.

"Jake, why don't you sit on my lap so we can make room for Saul?" Ravi
asked. I got up. Somehow, when I sat back, his cock was at my asshole and
it slid in effortlessly. I was relaxed after the warm water, but I had no
idea I was that relaxed.

"I see our new friend here has no problem with Totem Poles," Saul quipped.

"Totem poles are such a typical feature of Bombay!" Carlos
quipped. Everyone laughed. The conversation continued. Ravi was well
endowed but his cock entered me without effort.

"John likes to watch me fuck another man," Ravi whispered. "Rotate your ass
and let's put on a show!"

"It's embarrassing," I said.

"Everyone here is a friend and open minded. No one will think badly of you
at all," Ravi said. "Relax and let your cock do the thinking."

"Is your cock doing the thinking for you?" I asked. Ravi laughed
heartily. As he did, he bounced and his organ slipped into a very good
place. I forgot to be worried about what the other men might think about
me. I did a rotating dance of some sort on Ravi's pole and he sent me to
the moon.

I did notice John was clearly enjoying Magnus, and Carlos made some more
room in the tub by sitting on Santa's lap. Santa had whispered something to
him about taking a ride on non kosher meat.  I didn't know what that meant.
Carlos was muscular and handsome, but not a big man. I wondered if the beer
can would fit. If it didn't, Carlos gave no indication.

"Remember the house rule, no sperm in the tub filters!" Davis said. Davis
must have been in psychic communication with my cock.  I felt the juices
rising. Ravi stood up forcing his cock deeper into me. This was too much
and every drop of semen in my balls rushed to the exit.

Saul was at my cock with his mouth open to take my cream. Santa was there
too, using Saul as hood ornament for his cock. As Saul's lips enveloped my
spewing cock head, Ravi released his load into my ass and Santa did the
same in Saul. Magnus was moaning too. I think watching the triple orgasm
was too much for him to hold back.  I should have been embarrassed I
thought, but since almost everyone climaxed together, I felt like one of
the guys. Everyone seemed relaxed and happy.

We all went to Davis' shower to clean up and then returned to the hot
tub. I assumed we were going to break up, but no one wanted to leave. We
talked and when they found out I was from Salvation Falls, they were all
interested. I think the combination of ultra-conservative Christianity and
Rev. Johnny Beal's wild sexual life and taste for embezzlement had made the
news everywhere, even Canada.

I realized I had it wrong. I thought life in Salvation Falls was strict,
but basically norma and New Youk was filled with libertines. John and Santa
made it clear I had it backwards. I had no clear vision as to what was
normal.

"I was brought up in a fairly strict home," John said. "I would say my
parents were stricter than most. It didn't occur to them I wouldn't
associate with other kids at school. We were rather old fashioned
Methodists, but they weren't worried about associating with Catholics or
Episcopalians. We had Jewish friends and there were several Hindu's in my
school."

"Walling yourself off form the world is almost always bad," Santa said.

"Rev. Johnny didn't want us to be contaminated by the world," I
explained. My parents used those exact words to describe our life.

"The reverend really didn't want you to know about his multiple wives and
cash filled bank accounts scattered across the world," Santa said. "If your
faith was so weak that simply meeting a Catholic or a Jew might make you
lose your faith, what kind of a faith is it?"

"They figured if you never associated with anyone outside the church, you
would never stray, I guess you are right about that not knowing about the
multiple wives, though," I agreed. "Do you think your lifestyle is better?"

"Well it's better for me and most of my friends, but I don't think it's for
everybody," Magus said. "We are a group of gay men who are fortunately
lucky enough to live the way we want to. I don't think it's for everyone,
or even a majority of people. There are no gay missionaries out there
preaching homosexuality and demanding that heterosexuals become gay and
renounce their perverse heterosexual lifestyles."

"We don't demand that heterosexuals be fired from teaching. In theory, a
heterosexual man is as much of a threat to female students as a homosexual
male is to male students. Should we allow women to teach boys?" Magnus
asked. "Should we allow Catholic teachers to deal with Protestant students,
or should Jews teach Christians?"

"Jacob, did we force you to joined us in the hot tub?" Carlos asked. "I
will bet you parents gave you no lessons in gay sex. My folks never
mentioned it existed. Somehow I found it all on my own, without a guide or
tutor."

"I got in the tub next to Santa," Saul said. "When he asked if I wanted to
sit on his lap, I agreed. It wasn't entirely accidental that his rock hard
cock and my willing ass were in alignment. It wasn't an accident that I
took your man seed either. It was what we wanted. We're all adults here."

"If you don't want to drink alcohol, that is completely fine. If you don't
want me to drink, that is another matter. If you like to screw women, and
the woman consents, that is fine too. There is no need for you to screw
men," Saul said.  "It is entirely different when you don't want men to
screw other consenting men."

"The problem with prohibition is that no one ever passed a law requiring
you to drink booze," Saul continued. "There were no campaigns to force you
to drink. No one arrested Teetotalers and forced them to drink. Thugs never
beaten up or killed because they refused to drink. I personally think many
men and women experiment sexually and have had homosexual experiences. Most
either don't enjoy it, or find heterosexual relationships more
fulfilling. That is not good or bad; it's just the way things are."

"People are the way they are," Davis said. "Passing laws requiring them to
be something else is crazy. You can't pass a law requiring a Black man to
be Chinese. In the United States at least, you cannot require a Protestant
become a Catholic, or a Jew become a Christian. People are the way they
are."

"Reverend Johnny wasn't too partial to black people," I said. "If he could
have passed a law he would have done so."

"Has anyone forced you to have sex with men?" Magnus asked.

"No, they have not," I replied. "There is something strange though. I have
a sense that I should have said no when the opportunity arose, but I
didn't. My mind said no, but my body didn't. I agreed to everything, and
everything has been good."

"I think Freud would say your subconscious overruled your conscious
thoughts," Davis said. I had no idea who Freud was, so I let that drop.

"Exactly how good have your sexual experiences been?" Santa asked, with a
twinkle in his eye. He had watched my orgasm when Ravi was in my ass.

"Well, to be precise they were much better than just plain good," I
admitted. "I don't know if anything could be better."

The men laughed. "Somehow, I live assuming the next orgasm will be the best
one!" Carlos said.

"You aren't satisfied?" I asked.

"I am satisfied, but I live in hope," he said. "There are so many men, and
so many cocks to try!" there was more laughter. By now, enough time had
passed to recharge our batteries and the conversation diminished as the
sexual urges returned. Saul and Carlos had to leave, but the rest of us
played.

Ravi wanted me to fuck John.  He told em John like young meat and he would
enjoy me. I told him io was new to this. "That is all the better," Ravi
said. I nuzzled my cock at John's ass. His hole was puffy and looked
tender. Magnus was thick and had stretched the opening. I pushed a little
and my cock vanished into his rectum. I was shocked.

I knew next to nothing about fucking then. Now I know that dsometimes the
fucker is an invader, forcing its way in. I know it is often welcomed once
you force your way through the gate, but your cock is a battering
ram. John's ass was a home away from home. While I slid in deep on the
first push, his ass was tight and grasped my cock. it caressed my organ as
I slowly thrust.

After a few minutes, I was close to shooting. I wasn't sure if that was
okay.  He knew Magnus.  He didn't know me. "Lt let it flow1 fill me up!"
John begged. I always do what a older person wants. A little later Santa
and Magnus both spent some time in my ass. Thye were both big men and took
their time.  Both men were casual and relaxed. I went home to Tom with a
smile on my face.

Later on, I realized I had met some perfect strangers, taken a cock in my
ass and had an orgasm in front of them in no more than fifteen minutes. I
guessed you couldn't get any further away from Salvation Falls than that.
I felt great. I carefully examined my mind for any trace of guilt or shame
and it definitely wasn't there. to me they seemed more like adventurerers
than users. I felt I got more from them than they got from me. Davis later
told me I was wrong about that. my interlude with them was the best thye
had experienced in years. Santa had called it a monsoon of lust after a
decade of drought.

Later that week one of Tom's crew was hurt on the job. One of the men on
another crew lost control of a steel beam. It hit one of Tom's men, Tony
DeAngelo, and knocked him off the building.  Tom seemed laid back to me,
but he was a sticker for safety, so Tony wore a harness and only fell a few
feet.  He was left dangling twenty stories up and was knocked up badly.

The man who lost control was the nephew of the company owner and was
sloppy. Tony had complained about him before. Tony went to the hospital. He
had some broken ribs and a concussion. Given how bad it could have been, it
wasn't horrible, but it was serious. Tom was real close to his crew. They
were family. When Tony got out of the hospital, he needed rest and
rehab. He had dizzyspells.

Tony was from Philadelphia, and was alone in New York.  He lived a few
clocks from Tom's apartment. Tony had therapy in the afternoon, but Tom
sent me over in the morning to help anyway I could. Most of my jobs were in
the afternoon, so I had my mornings free.

Tony didn't want to be helped at first, but soon realized he needed it. He
fell and almost hurt himself again. He was 30, so he was near to my
age. Tom tried to help but he didn't want to be seen as weak by his
boss. We got along well.

Tony did not have a sheltered life, so he was educational for me. he had a
two room apartment, but tony was not handy around the house. He had trouble
bending over due to the broken ribs, so I was helpful that way. He didn't
cook at all. Pizza delivery was breakfast, lunch and dinner for him.

This was bad.  he was use to hard work and ate a lot. I cooked some for him
so he wouldn't blow up like a balloon. He liked home cooked food, so that
was good.

He also needed help showering. Falling in the shower was a big deal. He
didn't mind me helping out. I was a lot better than a middleaged female
home care nurse. That experience had been embarrassing.

I took care of the mornings, there was therapy in tha afternoon and his
pals came by at night. They were all steel workers so they did something
for diner, watched a television program and fell asleep.

I got to like the showers. Tony was as big as Tom. He hadn't filled out,
but he looked a bit like Bluto, Popeye's nemesis. He had pitch-black, curly
hair that covered his head and chest. Unlike Bluto he was friendly.

Because of his broken ribs, he couldn't reach around to wash his back or
ass. His shoulder bones were cracked and they wanted them to heal. The home
care nurse visited once a week to give advice. She told me I needed to
clean the ass. "Most men are too embarrassed to let you do it, but it can
be a problem," she explained.

It was easier for a guy to help and it worked out well for me to clean his
ass. I noticed Tony didn't have any girlfriends dropping by. All his pals
were guys.

We were showering and I noticed he was moaning a little as I washed his
ass. You could barely hear it, but I noticed. I also noticed his organ was
filling out some too. he wasn't what I would describe as an official
erection, but he wasn't soft either. Tony was incut, and seemed to had
double the foreskin he needed. When he was soft you only saw the skin.  The
cock was deep inside the tube. I could see it filling in.

"While I'm washing you, why don't I clean it all," I said. I peeled back
the skin and washed his knob. This time I could really hear him moan. I'm
usually shy, but I dropped to my knees and used my tongue to do the final
clean up.

"Oh Jesus!" he exclaimed. I pulled away.

"Don't stop!" Tony cried. I needed no encouragement to return to his
cock. I had thought perhaps he was all foreskin without much cock. I was
wrong about that. He needed all the skin to enshroud his impressive
organ. It was big; it was impressive and it was very tender. Every movement
of my tongue caused him to react.

His ball juiced were soon flowing soon to be followed by his thick
cream. His organ was sensitive, but when I continued to suck him as he shot
off, it became ultra responsive. He must have had a few weeks supply in his
balls. I took it all. We finished the shower and the rest of the day went
on as of nothing happened.

The next day we did the same thing. He told me I didn't need to take his
load.  I told him I liked it.  His cock twitched when I said that. Tony
shot off just as much as the day before. His balls were real cream
factories. He was a bit more relaxed and responsive. "You wouldn't tell Tom
about this, would you?" he asked afterwards.  I said of course not.

On the third day, Tony asked if he needed to reciprocate. "Tony, this is
exciting and fun for me. You can do whatever works for you," I
explained. "You can do as much or as little as you want."

"A guy sucked me off once before. He didn't take my load.  I like that a
lot."

I smiled. "I could tell."  Tony blushed and looked embarrassed. "It's nice
to be appreciated. We're alone and it's private here. There's no need to be
shy. Since you enjoy it and I enjoy it let's go at it." Tony was ready.