Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2015 08:20:48 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Junkyard Dog 2

Junkyard Dog 2
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DON'T
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.  No effort to portray
safe sex practices has been made.  If you have any comments, send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

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I went home feeling dizzy. I had a hard time understanding what had
happened.  I was confused by he mixture of men, cocks and sperm. It had
been so intense I was still reeling.  I did know it was pleasurable.  I was
sure about that aspect.

That night I thought about Cal's comments that I was a natural and open to
the possibilities.  I thought he was just faltering me. He wanted me to
come back so that he could have his way with me.

I laughed at myself.  I am an adult, twenty-year old man, not a sheltered
Victorian maiden. Cal's desire to screw me was not the most uplifting of
goals, but he hadn't hidden it from me. He had told me flat out want he
wanted.

I had watched him fuck Davis. Obviously, Davis loved it. That might have
just been a quirk of his personality, or anatomy. Cal told me his cock did
not fit in everyone.

Joey had no problem with my cock at all. My cock was not a giant like Cal's
tool. I had never fucked before and the experience was unsettling. It was
pleasurable, but in the back of my mind, it seemed that it should not have
been that exciting and intense.

I had visualize the man being fucked squealing and whimpering in pain. That
wasn't Joey. He obviously felt pleasure. His ass reacted to my cock. I
could feel him trying to grab my cock and hold it in. He was squirming, but
that was not from pain.  It seemed to increase the pleasure for him and me.

Cal watched me as he fucked Davis. That was a bit embarrassing. I was
sexually driven and excited. I became increasingly emotional too. Somehow,
it felt as if my cock bonded with Joey's ass. A wave of affection for Joey
swept over me.  These were private, intimate feelings, and Cal saw it all.

It was one thing to be hyper-excited, naked, erect and pounding a guy's
ass. It was another to know that Cal knew it and he could read my
feelings. I would have thought that would have dampened the emotions. Cal
suddenly gasped for air, closed his eyes and tensed every muscle in his
body as he rear loaded Davis. My cock let lose a second or two later. Both
Davis and Joey were moaning.

Once the orgasms began, nothing else mattered. At one point, all four of us
were ejaculating. We were all completely naked and connected, physically,
genitally and emotionally. After the ejaculations stopped, we cooled down
and became ourselves again.

I wanted to get together with Cal again, but the next day I ran into
Davis. I was out jogging and saw him mowing the lawn at a house a few
blocks from mine.  We made some small talk and a neighbor came over to
chat. After four or five minutes, I realized the neighbor, Dennis Layman,
was there for something other than conversation.

The neighbor looked at me and then at Davis.  Davis nodded and winked. I
understood that I could become a part of their afternoon plans. That
surprised me and I was not sure if I wanted to get involved. My cock was
interested and became semi-hard. I was wearing lightweight jogging shorts
and both men noticed.

"The day seems to have become hot," Davis said. "Would you boys like to
come in and have a cool drink?" I briefly toyed with the idea that I might
say no and continue with my jogging. I did not toy with idea for very
long. Two minutes later, I was sitting under an awning in the walled patio
of Davis's house. The house was U shaped and a solid six-foot high brick
wall closed the open side of the space.

Dennis was in his early fifties and in pretty good shape. He was a beefy,
tackle type. He had reddish-blond, curly hair and I guess you would call
him a ginger.  He name sounded slightly familiar. I suddenly remembered he
had been a Boy Scout leader. Davis brought out some Cokes.

"It's hot here, do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?" Davis
asked. "I have rigged up a little shower in the corner so I could get the
worst of the dirt off before I go in the house.  If I didn't live in town,
I would be a happy nudist. I built the wall enclosing the patio to give my
privacy."

"Go right ahead," Davis said. "I am hot and sticky myself.

"Is that a problem for you, Johnny?" Davis asked.

"Not at all," I replied. I think he was making sure I was with the
program. "Actually, I could use the shower myself."

"How old are you Johnny?" Dennis asked. I told him I was 20 but would be 21
in two months. I appreciated the question. I meant he was not into minors,
but that his intentions were not platonic.

Davis went to the corner, stripped and got under the spray. I was right
behind him. I was not surprised when Dennis joined us. His skin was pale
and white, but covered in curly, copper colored hair. It was odd to see a
muscular man with such delicate coloring.

"Johnny, are you interested in having some fun with a couple of old
geezers?" Dennis asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Let me warn you, Johnny. Dennis is my messiest playmate. Once he gets
going, his cock drools continuously and he shoots a huge load," Davis
said. "If you are into cum eating, that is fine. Otherwise, it's a sticky,
creamy mess. On the plus side, his cream is sweet and thick, sort of like
the filling of an éclair."

"You guys have been doing this for a while?" I asked. I did not directly
reply to his comments.  I assumed my hard cock did that.

"We've known each other for years, but just connected sexually two years
ago," Dennis said. "I was a Boy Scout leader and I was worried that any
hint of sexual improprieties would ruin me. I gave up the scouts and took
up with Davis."

"I think of myself as a member of the Senior Division of the Scouts!" Davis
said. "He took me camping for the first time in my life." He went on to
describe the rigors of camping while Dennis fondled and stroked my cock. He
eventually dropped to his knees and began to suck me.

He didn't actually suck me; his tongue explored my cock. It was rather
delicate, but became more intense. He started with my balls, then moved to
my shaft and ended working my cock head. He eventually had his lips around
the edge of my cock head and his tongue was licking my slit. I realized
that I must had been oozing and he wanted to taste my genital fluids.

"Give me a chance to play with him," Davis said. Dennis got up and Davis
dropped to his knees and took up sucking duties.

"I've never been with a guy as young as you before," Dennis whispered. "I'm
into this stuff big time. Cock sucking and cum eating turn me on.  I don't
want to scare you off. Davis thinks I am a young guy, but most gay men seem
to think I am over the hill.  It seems strange to meet a guy, be naked with
him a few minutes later and then be sucking him a few minutes after that."

"It seems strange to me to," I said and then I added in a whisper, "It also
is hot as hell!" he looked at men and laughed.

"You aren't the shy type?" he asked.

"I think I am shy, but I had discovered that does not seem to apply to
sexual situations," I said as I reached over and stroked his cock. It was a
thick, six inches and shaped like a fire hydrant. He was leaking. We all
got out of the shower and began to suck each other. Dennis's thick member
was a mouthful, but his balls were pumping out sex juices but the
quart. That seemed a little odd at first, but then it became
inspirational. Davis was sucking me.  He liked to deep throat, and then
pull back slowly as if he was trying to suction my sperm from my balls.

We broke apart. Davis rolled on his back and pulled up his legs exposing
his asshole.  "Who wants to be first?" Davis asked.

"Johnny, would you mind if I opened him up for you?" Dennis asked. That was
fine with me.

I straddled Davis's face as Dennis worked his tool into the open ass.

"Johnny, I hope you don't mind if I take my time? I like quality time in
Davis's behind," Dennis asked. It was more of a massage than a fuck. I held
Davis's legs open so I had an up close and personal view of the
penetration. Davis has what appeared to be a small and very tight
hole. Dennis's cock looked like a beer can.

Dennis took his time. The initial penetration took maybe five
minutes. Dennis pushed until Davis showed any sign of pain or
discomfort. Dennis would pull out, add some lube and go in again. He may
have done this five or six times. On the last time, Dennis must have rammed
the prostate. Davis moaned and seemed to lose and muscle tone in his ass.
The invading cock slid deep.

"Davis, my buddy, you are officially fucked!" Dennis said. He began a
leisurely thrusting motion. "Davis is the first man to really enjoy my cock
in his ass. I'm too thick for most," Dennis said.

"Did you ever play around with the scouts?" I asked.

"No never," he replied. "I had what is called a problematic childhood. Dad
was a difficult man. He responded to difficulties with violence. That made
it hard for him to keep a job, or support a family. I joined the scouts and
that is where I found good role models."

"I saw my Scout Master's cock once showering at a camp site. It looked huge
and exciting. I think I was in love with him, but he was a straight arrow,"
he explained. "I would have loved to do something with him, but it's best
that nothing happened other than great jerk off sessions. Solo sessions
that is."

"Luckily, I like my men full grown with full grown cocks," he
continued. "My own troop was made up of older boys and many were gay or had
gay tendencies. The head scoutmaster did not like gay bashing and just
wanted to help boys grow up. The boys and I had some informal conversations
about sex. I emphasized mutual respect and concern for your playmate."

"I also emphasized that there are different strokes for different
folks. All sorts of people make up the world. They are not all the same and
what is right for one man is wrong for another. One of the kids was afraid
of impure thoughts. He went to a Catholic school and had a nun who that you
would go to hell for thinking bad things," Dennis said. "I told him that we
can't control thoughts. Odd ideas can pop up out of nowhere. Acting on the
thoughts is the problem."

"Thinking about revenge is not the same thing as taking revenge. Thinking
about sex isn't sex," Dennis explained. "Everyone thinks; few do."

"Are your thoughts pure now?" I asked with a smile.

"My thoughts may not be 100% pure, but I am sure as hell positive that this
isn't sinful," Dennis said. "We are sharing pleasure. What can be bad about
that?" He picked up the pace of his thrusts and then had a very obvious
orgasm.

"It's your turn now Johnny!" Dennis cried. I stepped up to the plate and
effortlessly entered Davis's ass and went deep. As I went in some of
Dennis's semen spurted out. When I saw that, I went a little crazy. It was
messy, as Davis had warned. He had not warned me that it was an incredible
turn-on.

I screwed Davis for a solid fifteen minutes. It was exciting and intensely
pleasurable. I remember the sense of satisfaction, but not any of the
details. I seemed to have slipped into an erotic haze. My cock and Davis's
ass knew what to do.  There was no need to think. I came out of my haze
when I began to ejaculate into Davis's ass. It was then that I realized
that Davis was shooting too. His ejaculatory spasms had pulled my trigger.

Neither man turned me on as much as Cal did; this was friendly sex, not
passionate sex. I should correct that. It was pretty passionate while we
were ejaculating.  That was good for me. We talked a little longer,
showered again and I resumed my jog.

It was late August and I had to bet back to college.  I felt better about
myself. Having real sex for the first time was good, but it was even better
to have enjoyed it. First experiences are not always pleasant or
enjoyable. Even if it is bad, that does not mean you will not do it
again. The sex drive is real.

I came home at Christmas break.  I had two months off, because I was doing
a semester abroad and the university I was going to in France spring
session began in mid-February. I ran onto Cal in the grocery store and he
asked me over that night. I said I would drop in.

My parents were off to a party out of town and I was alone. I went to Cal's
house at eight. He was waiting for me. I was twenty-one and he offered me a
beer.

"You've had a chance to think out our sessions last summer. Are you okay
with what we did?" he asked.  Cal was always direct. "Davis told me that
you had a session with him and his pal.  That was a success too?"

"I am more than okay and Davis was great," I said.

"Then you know what it feel like when I fuck Davis. He's tight and
open. That is a real nice combination. He said he had a hands free orgasm
when you were doing him," Cal said. "I was hoping that while you were at
school you discovered an itch in your ass that only my cock could scratch."

I smiled. "I didn't discover that itch, but if I did I would want you in
me," I said.

"That is a start," he said as he winked at me. The phone rang. He answered
it and then put the call on hold. "I have a buddy who wants to come
over. Are you game?"

"What is he like?" I asked.

"He is an old pal of mine. Is that enough for you?" he asked.  I nodded.

The pal was Donnell Troy and he had a friend with him, Eubank
Dodds. Donnell owned the best repair shop in town. Mom said the Donnell was
a character. She meant that in a good way. Eubank was an accountant and the
organist at my church. Donnell looked like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of
Oz. Eubank was a little overweight and always dressed in a black suit, grey
tie and a white shirt. He tended to be prissy and over excitable.

"This is Johnny, I assume you know him or his folks," Cal said. "We are all
here for the same reason, so let's get naked and see what happens." He led
the way to the bedroom.

Donnell was scrawny and had a hairy chest; he also had a dong that hung to
his knees. It turned out that Eubank was not fat; he was a muscleman and a
bear. He was the hairiest man I had ever seen. He was clean-shaven and
shaved to an inch below his collar line. Everything hidden by his black
suit and while shirt was a mass of black hair. It was a thick coat in most
places. Everywhere else, it was even thicker. I assumed he had a cock and
balls but they were hidden in his pubic thicket.

I thought they were ugly men just before I realized they turned me on big
time. I excited them too. They thought I was handsome and manly. They also
like sex as much as Cal did. That meant they were borderline sex
maniacs. Luckily, they were polite sex maniacs. I had a feeling they were
used to rough sex, but they did not want to turn me off, or hurt me.

I played with the two men as Cal watched. Donnell and Eubank were both
uncut, but they had both recently showered and their cocks were buffed and
polished. I sucked Donnell first and soon discovered that his long snake
was easy to take. Eubank sucked me as I sucked Donnell. Eubank was good and
as I enjoyed his ministrations, I deep throated Donnell.

It slipped down my throat easily and I could still breathe. I swallowed and
few times and Donnell moaned each time I did that. When I pulled off, I
suctioned some of his ball juices. They excited me more.

I rotated to suck Eubank. He had a stubby cock was mostly cock head and a
wide slit. I forced my tongue into the slit and licked his cum tunnel.
That was good for both of us. Eubank was sucking my cock and asshole. I did
not expect that.

"Give the boy some time to breathe!" Cal said. "I don't want you to wear
him out."

We broke apart. I calmed down some a cooled off. Eubank returned to sucking
my cock, but it was a gentle, friendly sucking. It kept me hard, but I was
nowhere near to a climax.

"Johnny, I am hoping I might slip my dong into your ass.  Guys tell me it
is easy to take and does the job," Donnell said.

"Johnny's ass is still virgin," Cal said. "I was hoping to pop his cherry."

"You're a big boy for a maiden voyage." Donnell remarked.

"Do I get any choice in the matter?" I asked. Both men laughed.

"You sure do," Donnell said. "I never stick my cock into anywhere it not
wanted."

"Now I were you, I would have Donnell open you up, and then let Cal plow
and seed you," Eubank said. "That would be the best of both worlds."

"What would you like to do? Are you a watcher?" I asked. Eubank blushed.

"You might as well tell him," Cal said. "He is open minded."

"I kind of like to lick the hole afterwards and take whatever drools from
your ass," he said. As seemed to the case before, I was both shocked and
titillated by his response. My cock had twitched when Eubank mentioned
licking my hole. Cal had noticed and he smiled.

As before, while I had a clear idea about what I would and would not do, my
cock had a different idea. As before, my cock took charge. I was soon on my
back with Donnell doing a warm up fuck for the main attraction, Cal.

Donnell was a delicate fucker. He took his time and gently eased his cock
into my ass. He massaged my sphincter and when it relaxed, he popped
through and rubbed my prostate for a while. When that became unbearably
pleasurable, he slipped the entire organ in deep.

"You are in now, it's my turn," Cal said. Donnell pulled out and Cal took
his place. He told me to get on my hands and knees, so he could do me doggy
style.  Cal's cock had girth, and it was a tight fit, but once he hit my
prostate all was well. I had not known what the prostate did. I had felt
good when Donnell rubbed it. I came close to passing out then Cal used it
as a sexual punching bag. I felt things I had never felt before. He shot
off after ten of fifteen minutes of thrusting. I could feel his man seed
filling me up.

He pulled out and Eubank caressed my hole with is tongue. A few minutes
later Donnell reentered me. After he shot off Eubank fucked me. His cock
was just long enough to rub his big head against my prostate. Donnell and
Eubank dressed and went home leaving me with Cal.

"Well, you should be nice and open now. Can we do a repeat engagement?" he
asked.  I did not say anything and he took that as a yes. He lifted my
legs. He wanted to do me spread eagle style.

"It's best for me when you are really excited and into it," he said. "You
were good, but I want you to feel more." Cal popped his cock into my
ass. My sphincter offered no resistance. "You are tired and have three
loads in you. Relax and let my cock do the work," he said, "I want your ass
to think that Santa has just arrived and he's going to give you a special
present."

"I'm just massaging your innards and churning up Donnell and Eubank's cock
cream. You know Donnell promised that I would be the first guy to shoot off
in you. Donnell couldn't resist your tight hole and he bred you. He tried
to hide it, but I knew. He coated your entire love tunnel with his redneck
love cream," Cal said. "I his final spurt was drooling out when I replanted
it deep in you. It was smooth as silk."

I was going to asked if that bothered him, but instead I moaned, "Go
deeper. Go all the way."

"My objective now is for you to have a hands free orgasm. I have good
control. When you shoot, I will shoot too," he said. At that point, his
cock turned into a magic wand and he sent me to places I had never been
before. Sometimes I was a needy sex toy attached to his cock. Several
times, we merged and became a single fornicating being. It was during one
of the merged interludes when I shot off. I had the first ejaculation and
then felt him squirting in my ass.