Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2017 06:26:20 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Initiation

The Initiation
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  I have made no effort
to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

Let me begin by saying I am not in a club or fraternity. Well, if all of us
are part of the fraternity of man, I am dues paying member of the gay
section of mankind.  I am not talking about introducing men to gay sex. I
am part of an effort for experienced gay men to move to the next level. In
simple terms, it was an effort for horny men to find new, more intense ways
to screw like rabbits and shoot their loads. We wanted wild sex and
spectacular orgasms.

I am Sam Kinkaid and Johnny was my oldest and closest friend. I had known
him since kindergarten. He moved away when we were 30 and came back to take
care of his parents when he was 45. We kept in touch, but we had grown
apart. I was auditor for the city. He was an entrepreneur. That is the
short way to say to took care of his parents' money. When his parents died,
he was a wealthy man. We moved in different circles, but we were still
friends.

I am gay and I had a friend who had parties. They were usually made up of
ten or twelve men who liked sex, but had been unlucky at love. We all got
naked and did what naked gay men do. It would have been an orgy, but it was
less frenzied and without wine or grapes.

I was surprised when Johnny came to a party. We had done some of the "you
show me yours if I show you mine," stuff as kids, but nothing since then.
We had still been kids when I discovered that I liked mature men. Johnny
had been a nice kid, now he was a hot man. It was a little uncomfortable at
first, but we talked and soon resurrected our friendship. We had more in
common than before.

The parties had one or two young men in attendance, five or six middle-aged
men and a geezer or two. There were some who mostly watched, some who found
a playmate and stuck with him and a few who liked it all. Johnny and I were
in the last group. I would guess activity there was 60-70% oral, and 40-30%
anal.

Johnny became a regular at the party along with the hosts, Terry and Tony,
and me. The four of us were the most active members of the group. Terry and
Johnny were mostly tops. Tony and I were bottoms, but we were all willing
to take any role if necessary.

After one party, the four of us talked before we were the last to
leave. This was unusual since there wasn't much talking at the
parties. Conversation is difficult with a cock in your mouth. Tony said he
never thought that he knew a man until his cock felt the inside of his
ass. Johnny said that a nice sperm deposit was his seal of approval. I said
a little sperm trading usually sealed the deal for me.

"I like the bottom," Tony said. "but it is nice when a guy opens his ass
for you and lets you play."

"This may sound strange, but I have been assuming we are all gay. Am I
right about that?" Terry asked with a smile.

"Let's just say I have gay tendencies," I said. "They seem to get stronger
when I am with naked men." The guys laughed.

"I seem to recall that they get even stronger when I shoot a load in your
ass," Johnny said. "It seems you wanted more. Have you ever taken more than
one load?"

"Once or twice maybe, but I am more than willing to take three or four," I
replied.

Terry continued, "What would make the parties better?"

"Some of the men are picky and seem to have limited number of tricks in
their sexual repertoire,"[BW1] Johnny said. "I know there are different
strokes for different folks, but it seems to me that getting a blow job and
going home isn't quite enough."

"Some men look good and are nice guys, but aren't open to the
possibilities, are they?" Tony said. We all knew who Tony was talking
about.

"Sometimes Jules is over fastidious," Terry said. "He likes to suck, but is
terrified of cum. He spends half the time making sure you tell him when you
are going to shoot."

"And the other half making sure that every drip, spurt and splatter is
cleaned from the floor. He also finds a playmate and then hogs him for an
hour or so." Tony said, completing his friend's sentence. "I admit I like
vanilla sex, sucking and fucking, but I like a lot of it. It would be nice
if it was uninhibited and a bit wild, with everyone involved and
excited. We have sex parties; I would love to be in an orgy."

"I don't know about you, but I know a couple of men who might fit the
bill. Some are a bit eccentric and uncouth, but they love man sex and are
uninhibited," Terry said. "I am wondering if you guys know some men like
that?"

"I might know one or two guys," Tony volunteered.

"I have a few pals who might give it a spin," I said. Johnny said he might
know have some friends who would like a trip on the wild side.

"There is one problem. We are all friends. I would be afraid I would invite
the wrong sort of guy. Not all gay men wear coats and ties to work," I
said. "I know of one man who is a sexual dynamo, but seems to have been
raised by wolves. He is good, but crude and graceless."

"I assume that we all play around some. I thought I might had a problem
watching a guy fuck Tony. It was a turn on, not a problem. After you guys
leave, I'm going to fuck his sperm filled ass for an hour or two," Terry
said. The conversation continued for a little while and Johnny and I went
home. Tony said he would call us in a week to see if we found some new
playmates for the group.

The next day, I called my auto mechanic, Buster, and told him that I had
heard about a possible orgy. I asked if he might be interested. Buster gave
me a breezy, "Shit yes!" reply. He then asked if there would be some
fucking. I said yes, adding there would be shooting off, breeding and cum
eating too. That was the right answer for him.

I then said that the men giving the party expected the guests to give and
take. I then asked if that was a problem.

"My asshole doesn't have calluses on it, but I kind of like to ride a
bronco once and a while. I've never been a cum dump, but I don't mind
trading the special sauce, if you know what I mean," he said. Buster was a
definite yes.

A few days later I contacted Rufus. He was a former marine with the sex
drive of an elephant, and short one leg, courtesy of the Afghanistan
War. He said was interested, but he was sensitive about the missing leg and
associated scars.

I told him the parts of him the other guys were interested in were not
scared or damaged. Since I was a bottom, I asked him if he bottomed. He had
always fucked me. He told me that wasn't a problem, his fuckable part was
in good shape. He would join us.

I called Tony and told him I had two friends. He was pleased. "Sam, you are
the first one to get back to me," he said. "That's a good start." He paused
briefly. "I have a little private thing I need to talk about with you. Do
you have time?" I said yes.

"I have three pals who might be interested. They know me well. Actually,
they know me too well. I am afraid Terry might be jealous," he said. "Are
you really into this orgy thing? I was hoping you could play with them so
Terry wouldn't know."

"Are they good in bed?" I asked.

Tony laughed. "Oh yes, they are good and they are generous."

"I have a confession to make. I get excited meeting strangers. There is
something about meeting a stranger, getting naked and taking his cock in my
ass ten minutes later that rings my chimes. My inner slut loves it," I
said.

"My pals are enthusiastic with hard cocks and well-lubricated asses. If you
are into it, they are just as excited and willing," he said. "By the way,
one of them is black. He is a gentle giant, but the emphasis is on
giant. Is that a problem?"

"Not for me," I said.

Three days later I ran into Dennis, the UPS man. He sometimes included a
sperm delivery along with a package. Several times he managed to make his
deliveries at lunch time, when he could spend twenty to thirty minutes to
make a proper delivery. I correctly assumed he would be interested. I asked
if could take a load in return. He told me that he liked that. He had only
recently discovered his hole's sexual potential.

I called Tony to give him Dennis' name, but got Terry. He said he would
tell Tony, and then we had almost the same conversation with me about his
relationships with other men. He didn't want Tony to know his relationships
tended to be more intense and not at all casual. I said I would help occupy
their attention.

Johnny found two men, Chris, the choir director at his church, and Ed,
professor at a local university.  That weekend Johnny and I had lunch with
Terry and Tony.

Terry's contribution included Dr. Bill, a medical doctor who wanted to test
all of the men; Gus, who owned a liquor store, and a house painter named
Arnold. Tony had found, Jim, a drama professor; Donnie, a waiter and
Tyrone, a man who was on disability, but the disability didn't include his
genitals.

That made a talent pool of fifteen. I assumed some would be busy on the
party day, and others might get cold feet. I hoped we would have a party of
ten or twelve.

Johnny owned a secluded cottage in woods on the edge of town, he offered it
as a site for the event. Doc Bill was insistent on the testing, and we
would tell our recruits and have them work it out. I thought that might be
objectionable, but my pals liked it. If you are having an all fucking and
sucking sperm fest, a clean bill of health reduces anxiety.

I went to see Doc Bill a few days later after his regular hours. I was
there with Tyrone and Chris, the choir director. Tyrone was Black, a Vet
and he suffered brain damage in the Gulf. That damage primarily affected
his eyesight. He was legally blind. He was a muscleman, and affable. Chis
was tall, clean-cut and bland.

When Doc Bill wasn't wearing his scrubs, I assumed he wore tie-dyed tee
shirts. He was a bearded hippy type. Doc told us that everyone who had come
in had passed the test and all was well. While his attitude was informal he
exuded competence. He said he had never been to a party like the one we
were planning. He asked if any of us had been to one. I said I had and it
was enjoyable.

"Did it take long to get into it?" Chris asked. "I've never been to a party
where everyone was into it. I went to one where you slipped off to be
basement for blow job. Everyone pretended they didn't know what was going
on. I was with a pal. He gave me a quickie."

"It doesn't take long," I said. "We are hoping all of the guys at this
party are into it big time. I have to admit I get excited when I connect
with a new man."

"I've never done anything like this, but I'm pretty sure I will like it,"
Chris said.  "I did meet some guys in the park at one time. I was young and
it was scary."

"Did you go back for more?" Doc asked.

"A few times," Chris answered. "It would be a little more accurate to say I
went back every time I could." We laughed.

Doc said there were a few men who hadn't been to see him, but we were all
negative

"I know I will like it," Tyrone said. "Tony said it would be all hands on
deck, naked and lubricated. I don't want you to think I'm a sex maniac, but
I like the fuck first, get the guy's name later approach to sex! I'm always
been horny as shit."

"Are you horny now?" Chris asked.

"It's been a month since I last fucked a guy. Are you interested in taking
a ride on Black Beauty?" Tyrone asked. From the look on Chris' ace, he was
willing.

"Maybe I had better close for the night and lock the front door," Doc
said. "I have a private room in the back."

Five minutes later we were all naked in the back room. Tyrone was
spectacularly muscular and hung. Doc was an otter, slim and hairy. That
happened to be my favorite flavor of man.

"I've never take anything as big as that," Chris said, looking at Tyrone's
tool. "Damn I want it!" he added.

"If you want it, I can find a way to get it in you!" Tyrone replied.

"This is your lucky day, Chris," Doc said. "Through study and some
real-life experimentation, I am an expert in getting big organs in tight
places. Don't worry, there is a doctor present!"  There was an examination
table with stirrups in the room. Chris got on the table Tyrone got in
position. Doc and I provided encouragement and did the lubricating.

Doc guided the cock into the hole. Tyrone was a careful top and he eased
into Chris's hole. He stopped whenever Chris winced, massaging the problem
area before he pushed deeper.

"I used to be more slap dash about fucking. I liked to go deep on the first
thrust," Tyrone said as his worked into the choir director's rear. "I liked
it, but I didn't get many return customers. Since I'm blind, return
customers are pretty much essential. I can't go cruising anymore."

Chris was moaning. Tyrone was pulsing his cock, pushed deeper into Chris
with each pulse. "Shooting off is great, but now that I take it slower, I
can work up to an orgasm slowly and gradually. Fifteen or twenty minutes of
sex is better than a five-minute quickie."

"I don't know if I could take twenty minutes of this," Chris moaned as he
rotated his ass massaging Tyrone's invader.

"You're going to be just fine with it," Tyrone purred. It was soon clear
that Chris was a needy and demonstrative bottom.

Doc was behind me as I watched and he got closer. His cock was soon rubbing
my ass crack. He was a little shorter than I am. He scrunched down and bent
over a little. My hole and his cock met. Technically he had an oversupply
of precum, but it was just right for me.

As a doctor, he knew the exact location of my prostate, and he massaged it
with his knob.  When he pushed in deeper, the curve of his cock maintained
the pressure on my prostate. I am modestly experienced, but this was new to
me. the pleasure was so intense, I almost begged him to stop. I didn't
because I couldn't think straight or even speak. I couldn't hold back, so I
shot off over Chris' torso. He shot off too, and Doc shifted me so I could
suck Chris' spewing cock.

My mind was confused, but I think that was when Tyrone let loose in
Chris. Doc was still ejaculating into my ass as I swallowed Chris's man
seed. We slowly broke apart and disentangled. Chris was still oozing Tyrone
licked the remains as it dribbled from his cock. He had one final
ejaculation. Tyrone took that too. I took Tyrone home.

"You like cock caviar too?" he asked. I said that I did.

"Chris's spooge seemed sweet to me, not bitter like some," he added. "Would
you take mine and tell what it tastes like? I've sampled some, but I have
no idea what another man would think."

"Sure, I will," I said. "I'm hoping that the guys at the party will be open
about eating and trading sperm. Do you shoot a big load?"

"I do. That's one of the reasons I top. I make a mess and it nice when I
deposit it deep up an ass," Tyrone replied.

The party was to be the next weekend.

On Saturday at noon, I picked up Buster and Tyrone and we drove to the
party. Tyrone lived a few blocks from me.  They got along well, sharing war
stories and common experiences. Buster had been a Marine.

I had been to Johnny's cottage as a kid. It had seemed a long way from town
then. It was much closer but more secluded than I remembered.  The property
had grown up and the house wasn't visible from the street.

Terry showed us to the Barn. The Barn was a carriage house that Johnny's
parents had converted to a exercise room and guest room. At one time, they
had a caretaker who lived there, he had free rent in exchange for keeping
an eye on the place. It was next to the pool and served as a changing
room-shower. We stripped at the door, putting our clothes in a bag.

Johnny gave us all a little pouch on a chain containing a little tube of
lubricant and a bottle of poppers. He then introduced Jim and Ed the
professors, Gus, Donnie, the waiter. A few minutes later Doc, Dennis and
Arnold arrived. Chris was the last to arrive. He had a friend with him,
Teddy, another choir director.  Rufus had to go to a family event, and he
was the only no show. You have images of gay men from TV and Movies. Our
collection of men was a mixed bag of quite different men, nothing like the
homogenized men in the media.

Jim and Tyrone were horse hung and stood out. Donnie was small, and
birdlike. Tony introduced him as an insatiable cum hound and bottom. He
said Ed had a short fuse, but he had an equally short recharge time. Gus
was a large Ed Asner type. Buster was a bearish body builder. Dennis was a
short bearish man.

I thought there would be an uncomfortable getting to know you period. I
forgot that all of us were gay, over sexed and excited. It took five or six
minutes to get involved in meaningful sexual activity.

Unexpectedly, Donny got the ball rolling. He went over to Tyrone. A minute
later, he was moaning in pleasure as he impaled himself on Tyrone's monster
cock. Tyrone was the strong silent type; Donny was not. It took a few
minutes to get it all in him, and we had a second by second account of how
good it was from Donny. He complained it was too big, but he remained hard
as a rock. He wiggled, twitched and moaned until every inch was in him.

Once it was in, Donny used his sphincter to stroke Tyrone's meat. "This guy
ain't no virgin," Tyrone commented. I think that was high praise for
Donny's bottom skills. I was next to Chris and Teddy. Chris went over to
Ed.

"I've never seen guys fucking before," Teddy said. "I'm sort of new to
this." I stroked his erect cock. He was hard as a rock.

"You seem to like it," I remarked with a smile.

"I went a little crazy when Chris fucked me. It was embarrassing," Teddy
said. "I'm shy, but I couldn't control myself." I patted him on the ass. He
shifted to give better access to his ass. my hand drifted and discovered
his lubricated hole.

"Is Chris the only guy who has fucked you?" I asked.

"He is sort of the only one. My old next door neighbor did me once, but it
wasn't very good," he said and then added in a whisper, "Doc did me.  It
was really good!"

"Does the idea of a complete stranger fucking you until he fills your ass
with his cum excite you?" I asked.

"Would that be a bit slutty?" he asked.

"Actually, I think it's a lot slutty. In my experience, a cock filled with
cum, makes up for being a slut," I said.

Buster came up behind Teddy and poked his cock at Teddy's hole. "I don't
know if you like to entertain on the back porch, but if you open the door,
I'd be glad to have some fun with you," Buster said. Teddy spread his legs
wider. A second later he was in deep. Teddy moaned and began to wiggle his
ass, massaging Buster's tool.

"He's shy," I said to Buster.

He smiled. "It's amazing how quickly you make friends here, isn't it," he
said.

I went over to Jim, the horse-hung professor who was standing alone. "You
look lonely," I said as I fondled his equipment. I dropped to my knees and
sucked his uncut cock to life.

"I take it that you are never lonely when there is a cock in your mouth?"
he said. I looked up and saw he was smiling. He was already half-hard and
it was huge.

I smiled. "I like to make friends quickly," I said. I stood, and he dropped
to his knees. A few moments later I knew he was a master cock sucker. in a
few more seconds, we were on the floor in the sixty-nine position. I
couldn't get all of it in my mouth, but it was good.

He soon moved an I thought it was over. He suddenly straddled me and sat on
my cock. Jim did it in one swift movement. He began making undulating
movements, sort of like an Hula dance on my cock as his sphincter firmly
gripped my cock.

Sexual excitement causes strange emotional responses. I felt as if I was in
love, head-over-heels in love. Gay men sometimes call the ass a love canal,
and I understood what they meant. He bent over and kissed me. that was
good, but only a part of my cock was in him. I wasn't in love anymore.
When he sat up and my cock slid deep into his ass again, the sensations of
intense love returned. the party was already a success.