Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 18:44:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Size Queen 2

Size queen 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

Tommy sent me possible playmates from time to time, but Glenn also
contributed. Glenn was the Methodist Minister I had known for years. He
seemed to get around quite a bit. He called me and said he had a guy he
wanted me to meet.

"What's he like?" I asked.

"Well he's a sweet guy, but a bit of a country bumpkin," he replied.

"Well, I ain't exactly Prince Charles."

"Fabian Malloy makes you look like Fred Astaire. When I first met him, I
thought he had been raised by wolves.  He's downright rustic," Glenn
continued. "I met his folks once, and Fabian would have been a bit more
sophisticated if he had been raised by wolves.  They were rough. His dad
was a professional drunk. His mom worked in a chicken processing plant."

"He's a nice guy?"

"He is. He should be an ax murderer, but he's nice as he can be," Glen
said. "He had a big one and he's looking for a place to put it.  I know you
like them big."

"He's having trouble finding a playmate?"

"He doesn't have the broadest range of friends. I gave him his first
lessons in man fun years ago. He took to like a fish to water. You know I'm
a top, and I got a friend to bottom for him. Fabian loved it but it was an
ordeal for my friend," he said. "My friend is a good sport and did
volunteer for it, but it was a challenge."

"I like a challenge."

"Let me warn you, he ugly."

"Worse than me?" I asked.  Glenn nodded. The next day I got a call from
Fabian and a few days later, he came by to see me. Fabian was a six foot
four redhead with a beaver sized beard. He looked as if he had been
assembled by a committee with weak leadership. All the parts were there,
but they didn't seem to fit.

He had beautiful teeth. I expected to see something like tree stumps in
Death Valley but they were in perfect condition. "Damn, you've got good
teeth!" I said, speaking out loud what I was thinking.

"Funny you should mention that, most of them are mine," he said. He
explained he had been in a serious car accident and his face had borne the
brunt of the impact. An older lady had fallen asleep at the wheel and hit
him head on, literally. He had no health insurance, but the lady's family
was loaded and they made sure he got the best care money could buy. "My
Dentist, Dr. Hurt, said I was a challenge, but he was up to it."

"It must have been painful," I said.

"It was, but no worse than having your face rebuilt," Fabian
replied. "Dr. Hurt and his nurses were as nice as they could be. They were
the first people I had met who were worried I would be in pain. My pa
seemed to think it was a requirement of his parenting technique." He
paused. "Did Glenn tell you why I'm here?"

"He sure did. He thought I would like you."

"Did he tell you I like to fuck?" he asked.  I nodded.

"I've fucked a couple of men and I love it, but I was too big for them to
enjoy it much.  I'd love to be able to go at it for hours some time," he
said, "especially with a man who likes taking it as much as I like giving
it. Glenn thought you might be the guy."

We talked a little longer and then went to my bedroom. Glenn was a preacher
and he didn't lie.  He certainly didn't lie about Fabian's equipment. He
was just short of being a carnival freak show. Soft he was eight, thick,
uncut inches. Naked he looked even more poorly assembled than he did
clothed, but there was no question that all the parts were male. He had a
hairy chest and a wide treasure trail to his cock. His balls hung low too.

Men don't need to be handsome to be sexy.  With the huge beard, hairy chest
and monster cock, all the male sexual characteristics were over sized and
evident. Fabian wasn't attractive, but he was sexy. He was also shy, but he
lost that when I started sucking him. I later found out he normally
initiated sex, and he was pleased I took the first step.

Fabian had some extra so I took it in my mouth and worked my tongue into
the pucker hunting for his knob. He must have been oozing precum in
anticipation of our meeting. I tasted the rich, slightly fermented precum.
As my tongue explored deeper I found his piss slit that was oozing fresh
stuff.  His cock was expanding to meet my tongue.

Soon we were sixty-nining, but that wasn't that good, h could take me, but
I could get only a small part of his cock. It was all I could hope for. It
must have been eleven or twelve inches. It was oval so if you saw it from
the side it looked thin, from above it was wide.

"How do you want me to do you?" he asked.

"As long as you are careful, I'll leave it up to you," I replied.

"Hot damn!" he exclaimed. He wanted me on my back and spread eagled. That
gave him the most control and me the least opportunity to resists. I
reconsidered my generosity in leaving it up to him.

"I want to take my time," Fabian said. "When I've don't it before it was
quick in and quick out.  I like the way it feels in a man and I want to
savor it. I have a long fuse and I've never popped my nut in a guy's ass
before. One guy asked me to pull out before I shoot. Do you want me to do
that?"

I told him to let nature take its course. He hoisted my legs to his
shoulder and said, "Relax and let me in."

I didn't exactly do that, but Fabian like to use a lot of lubricant and
pulled out many times to reapply the stuff. With each re-entry, it was
easier. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't outright painful.  He had half of his
cock in me after ten minutes of work. He had discovered my prostate and it
like his cock a lot.

At this point, he pulled all the way out, coated his dong in lube and
reentered. This time he didn't stop at the half way point. He went deep. I
was winded and out of it. He told me later I wasn't so far out of it to
lose my erection. He left it in and waited for me to revive. He was almost
still, making tiny movements with his just to remind me he was there. When
I came out of it, he made deeper strokes.

I couldn't think clearly; it was as if his cock had turned off my brain. I
could react and moan. Fabian liked that. I don't know how long he skewered
me. He suddenly pulled out, rolled me over and entered from the rear.

This time he slid in deep on the first thrust and he went so deep he was
fucking my brain. For the next hour or so had fucked me every possible way
and then went back for seconds. Sometimes it wasn't as good for me as it
was for him, but he was cheerful, energetic and happy.

It got better after an hour. It was much better. My ass must have adapted
to the huge organ. Fabian didn't fuck me; he occupied a good part of my
body. The sensation was new and I was somewhat dazed and confused. I
couldn't sort out me feelings.

Eventually he got me on my side and entered me from the rear. He liked what
he called quality time in my ass. Fabian made just enough movement to stay
hard.  As far as I could tell, staying hard wasn't a problem. He was right
when he said he had a long fuse. We had been at it for an hour and a half,
and I was on my side when he suddenly made three hard thrust. It felt like
a fire hose letting loose tickling my ass linings.

He had ten or fifteen massive ejaculations and then calmed down to twitches
and shivers. He left his cock in my ass and let it go soft.

"I don't believe how beautiful that was," he whispered in my ear. "That was
the best it's ever been. I'll pull out of you want me too, but it feels so
good! I've never shot in a guy before. It was great."

As his cock returned to its soft state it remained an impressive organ. I
had been entirely passive until now but I squeezed his.

Fabian moaned. Damn it! You're milking me. That's fucking wonderful! Can
you do it again?" he asked

I could and did. He was very responsive and his semi-erect cock was
exciting especially in my sperm filled ass. At that point, something odd
happened. I found myself longing for the enlarged organ. Fabian had
exhausted me in his marathon session. Now that he was going soft, I missed
his erect member.

I squeezed my ass again, and damn if he didn't begin to re inflate. It had
been no more than five or six minutes since his first orgasm, and he was
ready to go. As I squeezed the cock re-inflated.

The sensation of a cock growing in my ass turned me on big time. Fabian had
shot a big load and his slippery sperm let his cock effortlessly re occupy
spaces that had been challenging before. When he was fully erect, my ass
had fallen in love with his cock. From then on Fabian could do no
wrong. Every movement, every twitch or jiggle was exciting.

We had a break and showered after a while. I was a little worried I would
close up when he pulled out, but as soon as we had dried off, Fabian was
back in my ass and it was just as good.  I loved it but Fabian more than
loved it.

I wouldn't say I was the most sexually experienced man in the world, but I
had a lot more than Fabian. He had only fucked a few men, and that hadn't
been that successful. I possessed the first willing ass he had fucked.  He
liked my tight, warm and juicy ass and hadn't guessed that I could massage
his dong with my sphincter.  Indeed, he had no reaction from his previous
bottoms, other than being relieved when he pulled out. My ass was a
revelation to him.

Fabian naturally was an enthusiastic man; he now became wildly
enthusiastic. We had a good time. After another shower, I sucked him off
again and got a mouthful of his special redneck ball brew.  This was his
third climax of the afternoon and I almost choked on it. I got a mouthful
and gobbled it down like a starving man at banquet. Fabian liked that
too. No one had done that for him either. When he left, he asked if he
could come back. I said sure, and suggested a time two weeks away. He said
that would be good for him.

That evening I was with Randy having some fun when Fabian's cum spurted out
of my ass as his cock slipped in.  Randy noticed and I told him about
Fabian. Randy was a good sport and he enjoyed using Fabians sperm as a
lubricant. He also said my ass was just as firm as always, but a bit
tenderer. Afterwards we talked and I described Fabian.

"I like them big too, but mostly as inspiration," Randy said. "I like the
top too much. I wouldn't mind watching you take a big one.  That might be a
turn on."

"I'm not sure about that," I said.

"You're not sure about taking that cock again or having me watch you take
it?"

"Having you watch; it seems too personal," I replied.

"I hope I didn't offend you by mentioning it," Randy said. "You may have
noticed I'm not very lovey-dovey. I think of sex as a fun way to get
off. I'm afraid I don't love my playmates; I just enjoy them. I had been in
a few threesomes and a foursome once.  As far as I could tell the more
cocks, the better it was for me."

"You weren't embarrassed?"

"I may have been uneasy for a minute or two, but once you get naked all is
well. My foursome was in the steam room of a health club with two pals and
an instructor from the police academy. I was surprised the instructor,
Major Davis, let me fuck him.  Somehow, it didn't seem right for a Major to
take an ordinary troopers cock.  Major Davis said he liked man sex and was
man enough to admit it," Randy continued. "He pointed out were all had
cocks and knew how you use them; why pretend we don't enjoy it?  Frankly I
was one of those men who like to suck and fuck men, but was afraid to admit
I enjoyed it."

"I never had sex with men, I just messed around some," I said. "After my
folks died I finally admitted I was really into it. Was your foursome hot?"

"Shit yes," he replied. "The other men had been together before and I was
the new meat. I was flattered by all the attention. They weren't shy at
all. I was the biggest of the men and they wanted to watch me fuck the
Major. I did and discovered I enjoyed being watched.  I like to fuck and if
several other people can get their rocks off watching me do the deed, why
not? One of the watchers shot off watching and some cum splattering on our
bodies was a nice touch."

It was a week later when I had a visit from Fred Mueller, who had gone to
high school with me.  We were both uncool boys, but for opposite reasons.
I was the reddest of the rednecks; he was way too smart. Today he would be
a geek; then he was a shy kid with thick, Coke bottle type glasses and had
his nose in books all the time. While we weren't alike in any way, we got
along well enough. He went off to a major university and I lost track of
him, although he did send a sympathy card when my parents died.

He called form unexpectedly and asked if we could meet. I said sure, but I
knew what he was after. He wanted money.  I had no idea what he wanted
money for, but when I got this type of a call, it was always aimed for a
donation.



When I saw him at the door, I knew it was he, even though he had greatly
changed. The glasses were a dead giveaway. I had remained scrawny, but he
had filled out and seemed taller than he had been.

"Let me be up front with you. I am embarrassed to be here, I am the
director of the Virginia Rural Library Association and my chairman wants me
to get some money from you," he said. "I told him I knew you in school, but
not so well as to justify asking for a donation. We applied for a grant
from your foundation and didn't get it, and my chair insisted I make a
direct appeal. I assume you are tired of guys who want special treatment
because they saw you in the parking lot in sixth grade."

I laughed.  "Well, the direct approach simplifies the situation," I
said. "I hate it when you have to pussy-foot around for an hour or two
before you get to the objective of the visit. Come in and let's have some
coffee."

I showed it around the house.  "It's exactly the same as I remember it," he
said. "My parents were close friends of the Wentworths. I still see Tommy
in Richmond once and a while." Fred's father was a banker and his mom was a
teacher, so they moved in the same social set as the Wentworths.

Fred was wearing a good suit, but wore boxers and I could see the outline
of his cock. It was unexpectedly large. I also noticed he wasn't wearing a
wedding ring. We talked about our school days. He lived in the county seat
and was a townie. His trips to Airhurst were rare visits to the country and
he liked roaming the large farm.

I began to suspect Fred might be a member of the fraternity. I hadn't known
Tommy and Fred knew each other.

"I use to play with Tommy in the summers," I said. "We had a lot of fun
roaming and going to the pond." Fred looked me in the eye.  He had visited
the pond. Every time Tommy and I went there, we ended up naked and messing
around. From the look in Fred's eyes, I knew he had the same experience.

"Those times at the pond were the highlights of my visits," Fred said. "I
love it there."

"It was pretty alright," I said, "but I liked skinny dipping on a hot
summer day."

"We seem to have had the same experiences," Fred said. It was the most
exciting thing that ever happened to me when I was a kid. My parents were
conservative. I had never been naked outside in my life before."  He was
silent for a few seconds. "Did you and Tommy mess around some?"

"We sure did," I replied. "I love it.  I didn't know Tommy played with
anyone else."

"I didn't either," Fred, said, "I hope that's not a problem. When we first
played, we promised never to tell anyone ever.  I guess he kept his
promise."

"Do you still play around?" I asked.

"No, not since college," he replied. "I think about it a lot though."

"How much is a lot?"

Fred smiled. "A few times a day," he answered. "I loved playing with Tommy,
but I lack nerve. I can't get up enough nerve to make a pass."

"I'm still playful," I added. I rubbed my crotch. It's nice to know that
tried and true come-ons still work even if the lack sophistication.

Fred leaned close to me. "Did you ever take Tommy's cum?"  I nodded.

"I loved it.  I still think about the warm cream spurting into my mouth as
he moaned," he continued. "I've never tasted anyone else's man seed."

"Well, this might be your lucky day if you're in the mood," I said.

Not surprisingly, he was in the mood. We got naked and soon were in the
sixty-nine position. His cock was longer than Tommy's but a bit thinner. It
was one of those wonders that were big, but easy to seep throat and breathe
at the same time.

Fred was a top of the line cock milking machine. He was good. He genuinely
loved man seed and had no problem with my redneck high test. He got me off
quickly and as soon as I began to ejaculate, he began to shoot his load.  I
had never been sixty-nining with a man and shot off at the same time
before.  We actually ejaculated together; I can recommend that highly.

If you want to get to a guy fast, try sucking up sperm as he is gobbling up
your man seed. Fred was like a starving man who found himself at a banquet
and wanted to eat it all.  He did. We stayed in the same position. He kept
an eye on my cock to intercept anything that drooled from my tool.

He was so needy it was almost pathetic, but I had a few urges to swallow
his cock and again and coax a few more drops of his manly juices from his
balls. I got a few left over drops and got one genuine spurt and he
ejaculated once more.  I felt close to him.

"I had forgotten how good it was," Fred said. "It was fucking
wonderful. It's been so many years."

"If you have another load bubbling up in your balls, I'd be glad to help
you out," I said. "You can even make a rear delivery if you want."

He was silent.  "I've never fucked a guy before," he eventually said.

"This may be your lucky day," I suggested.