Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 04:12:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Waldo, the virgin Hunter

Waldo, the Virgin Hunter
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, comments send them to
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My name is Waldo, Waldo Williams, and I am a man hunter. Technically I'm
more of a man fucker than a man hunter. To be even more correct I am a
virgin hunter. I like to hunt men and be the first to play tag with their
prostates. I love to be the first one to get on the dark side of a guy's
sphincter and give his prostate a sperm bath.

My daddy said if you're going to do anything, make sure you do it well. If
it's worth doing, be the best at doing it. I took his words to heart. I am
not sure he would have guessed that I would be good at ass fucking, but
life can be strange some times.

While I like to fuck I had a few attitude problems that made it hard for me
to succeed. My first adventure in man sex was with Mr. Butler, a neighbor
down the street. I was fourteen at the time and it wasn't good. It hurt and
I didn't like it at all. At first, I wanted it, but when it began to hurt,
he wouldn't stop. It turned me off on man sex for a while.

Two years later I tried it again with Mr. Green. He was the organist at
church. He took his time and got in deep enough to ring my chimes. He had a
long, thin cock that bent upwards. I turned the tables on him the second
time we got together. He said I was way too big for him to take, but I
think he underestimated his abilities to take a cock. Then second my cock
head was on the dark side of his sphincter, I knew this was for me. He
squirmed, wiggled and moaned a lot. He complained a little but he stayed
hard. That just made it better for me.

I had never gotten off without a manual assist before Mr. Green, but I
discovered a tight sphincter was better than a hand. I loved letting loose
and filling his ass with my spunk. Mr. Green seemed uneasy after I did
that, but it turned into a regular thing.

I had always been a big boy and by the time I was seventeen I was a big
man. I realized Mr. Butler liked them young and I decided to teach him a
lesson. I caught him messing with another neighborhood kid, Billy and I got
him good. That is when I discovered that I could only enjoy it when my
playmates enjoyed it. I plowed and seeded Mr. Butler good, but it was no
fun for me.

Billy came by the next day to thank me for helping him out. Billy had
wanted the same thing I did when I had my first run in with Mr. Butler.
Somehow we ended up naked and my cock was deep in his ass. I took my time
and worked it in slowly. Butler had only forced his knob in when I
interrupted him. I had my entire cock in Billy's ass.  It was great.

We messed around for the whole afternoon. I fucked him four times and shot
off three. The last time I fucked Billy he shot off hands free. He was
happy even with a sore ass. We got together any time we could, and I
introduced him to Mr. Green. He fucked Mr. Green as I fucked him and that
was good for all of us.

I graduated high school and went off to the Army for a few years. I liked
the army, but I was afraid the regimented life there would cramp my style.
That turned out not to be a problem. Being in a barracks with several
hundred, horny, lonely young men was not a problem at all. Virgin hunting
is easy if the virgins are willing. I had a few natural advantages in the
Virgin hunting business.

I was a big, muscular, hairy guy. I wasn't what most women would think of
as handsome, but I was a man's man. Most guys liked me, and no one would
pick me out as a cock sucker and ass fucker. That was really helpful. No
one guessed I wanted their ass and I wasn't pushy about it. I took my time.



In the showers I was alert to those who were looking at me. I discovered
soon that some guys regularly would be at the next shower head. There would
be some accidental contact, which didn't bother me. After bumping into me
there might be a quick feel the next night.

That was as far as it got in basic training, but I ended up in a unit with
a sergeant who liked to look at me. I was real careful with him.  I did
nothing obvious, but nothing to discourage him either. Sergeant Miller was
like me, in that no one would have guessed he was into man sex. Somehow I
knew; he knew about me too.

I couldn't figure out how to connect with him. That wasn't necessary. He
found a way. He sent me off to do things in storeroom or other out of the
way places and he would come by to see how I was doing. While I am
basically a top, I'm a good sucker too. Not only do I suck, but I swallow.
I take the entire load and I suck until the balls are drained. Sergeant
Miller liked that a lot. He was hard as nails, except for his uncut beer
can style cock. It was tender and delicate.

I wasn't the most experienced man in the world, but I did know how to work
over a cock and I took my time. A few weeks later I had a weekend leave and
coincidentally, Sergeant Miller had leave too. We met up at a fishing cabin
fifty miles from the base. Miller like to fish, so we got up early in the
morning, fished, then returned to the cabin where we fucked like rabbits
for the rest of the day.

At first, I sucked him and he fucked me. He built up a nice load and he was
ripe. That was good, but I was just building up points. At some point I
figured he would let me do him out of a sense of fair play. That happened
on Sunday morning. He wasn't an experienced cock sucker, but he was
sincere. During a break he asked me about what I felt when he was up my
ass.

I described it in glowing terms. I told him it was like being jacked-off
from the inside. He asked more questions and finally I told him it was
easier to do than to describe. He said he wasn't sure about that. I told
him I would only go half way.

For some reason the thought that was okay. I took my time and eased my knob
through his sphincter. He had buns of steel and was real tight, but that
just made it better for me. My cock had a big knob, but then is thin,
getting thicker toward the base. Once my head was in Sarge relaxed.

I don't know if Sarge knew he had a prostate until I began using it as a
punching bag. My mushroom did a job on him. I mentioned that he cock was
delicate. After five minutes of anal massage he turned into a whimpering
pussy cat.

I'm not the smartest man in the world and I guessed he would revert to
normal as soon as the pressure was off his prostate.  That was true and I
turned into a Private and he became a Sergeant again as soon as I pulled
out. We didn't talk about it for the rest of the day, we went fishing
again. After a good dinner that night we went to bed.

I told him I had enjoyed the play time as asked if he wanted to do me.  Of
course he said yes. Just before he shove his cock in me he said that it
might be nice if I did him again, the way I did in the afternoon. I said
that was fine with me.

"There is one problem," I said. "I was really excited the last time and I
came close to shooting my load in you. I don't know if I can hold back this
time."

He told me not to worry. "You eaten enough of my home brew. I can take
yours," he said. All was well. We had a good time. Sergeant Miller was
smiling as my cock went deep, and I think he liked my semen lubricating his
rectum. I fucked him a few more times that weekend and he fucked me
once. He was the first man to make love to my ass. He was gentle and
careful and rock hard. It was messy. He shot a huge load and it drooled
from my ass and covered his balls, bush and cock. I had been used to
keeping things neat so now one would know what I had been doing. Miller and
I wallowed is sperm and ball juice. He licked up his seed as it drooled
from my ass. It was real exciting and after all those years of worrying, a
nice long shower cleaned everything up.

We went back to base and everything was just fine. I had fun in the army,
but not too much fun. One or two guys had a reputation as a sluts.  No one
guessed about me.

The best sex I had ever had was with Sergeant Miller. He was older and more
mature than me. He was every inch a man. I liked that. I liked pleasing
him. He didn't say it, but I think he liked having a young stud do him. I
wasn't after anything but a good time. He sure liked making me happy.

One of my shower room friends, Denny, had a brother who worked in a
university police force. Denny told me I would probably like being a cop
and I'd probably like his bother. Karl, too.  The university had several
highly publicized incidents and was under a big law-and-order push. If you
were military it was almost an automatic place in the force. I went to a
month of training and I went to work with Karl.

Most of our problems were alcohol or substance abuse related. I am a big
guy and am physically intimidating.  That can be useful with drunks. I was
also 25 so I wasn't so much older than the students. Most of the force was
retired police officers and they didn't relate to the students well. I had
a knack for handling students. I could be friendly but firm, and I tend to
be calming.

Hanover University was an old small school that turned into an urban
university. There was the original college quad, but the rest of the school
was mixed in with dense urban districts. We had street people, drug rehab
patients and regular people mixed in with the students. One of the nice
things about the school is that it had many older, night students. In
general they were more mature and calmer then the kids.

Luckily for me I had good judgment as to who was what. I could tell the
difference between students being jerk and real problems. That was a useful
skill. I also possessed great gaydar. I could tell who was gay and who was
straight. Of course that was easy with the fems and cross dressers. I could
look at a 40-year old man getting a degree in accounting and tell he was
gay.

I had an apartment a few blocks from the school. That was good in an
emergency since I could get there in five minutes. It was also good for a
quick sexual interlude.

Karl was a good guide to the school.  He was off the market since he had
found a partner. Karl did remembers his day s on the prowl, and told me
some of the good places. He also warned me about underage students.
"Everyone here says they are 21, but that isn't true. We also have some
advanced placement high school kids here too. They never tell you the truth
about their age," he explained.

I knew that being curious and willing aren't the same thing as being
ready. I was willing as was Mr. Butler. He was also a jerk, and that I
didn't know. As in the army I took my time and let sex come to me. I was
giving a little talk to a class why walking home alone at 2:00 in the
morning after a party was a bad idea for a class.

The professor was a 40 year old hippy who taught English Poets. He had one
class a week that went from 7:00 to 10:00 PM. We had the usual free spirit
that protested that you shouldn't have to worry and be careful. One guy
said if you walked home alone you deserved to be raped. That caused a stir.

"If you so something stupid or unwise, you don't deserve to be raped or
murdered," I said. I went into my spiel on being sensible and avoiding a
problem. The discussion was good, but I made a note to keep an eye in the
free spirit. Sometimes it had to tell the difference between a free spirit
and a person with a death wish.

The Professor, Ken, was firmly on the side of the angels. He wanted his
students to be sensible. Ken was maybe 40, thin, tall and probably a
runner. He had an unruly beard and very blue eyes. He looked at me with
interest and then averted his eyes quickly. I knew what that meant. He
didn't want any of his students to notice. I had noticed that in the
showers with guy and their straight pals.

After the class ended he came over to me.  "You gave a good presentation.
You relate to the students well," he said.

"There were a few I didn't seem to convince," I said.

He laughed. "They are also the ones who don't believe spelling and grammar
make any difference either," he said. "They think that good intentions are
a replacement for intelligibility. One wrote an essay on the impact of
nuclear bomb on the poetry of Tennyson. I tried to explain that was an
historical impossibility."

"A few problems with dates?" I asked. "I'm off duty, would you be
interested in a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, do you want to go to the Starbuck's?"

"I live a few blocks away, my coffee is much more economical," I said.
That was fine with him so we went off. We talked as we walked. He was
finishing his dissertation for his doctorate. That took all of his spare
time. He had been hired because a professor died in August two years
earlier. It was a temporary job. But he had done well and if he got the
degree the University would put him on the tenure track. He was under the
gun.

At my apartment I made the coffee, and took my uniform off. "You must work
out?" he said. "I would like to be muscular, but I seem destined to be
scrawny."

"I assumed you are a runner," I said. "I work out some." Ken was looking at
me with undisguised interest. The coffee was ready and I gave him a cup.

"I run and swim," he said. "Do you swim?"

"I like to swim, but I'm a hairy guy and at the beach I scare some kids,
they think I'm a gorilla," I said.

"The hair makes you more masculine," Ken said. "There is nothing wrong with
that."

"It's doesn't bother me either," I said.  We talked for a while and I found
out he was a smart, good guy. He was also unmarried and not dating.

"Are you attached?" he asked. "I can see form your apartment you aren't
married."

"You think my apartment lacks the woman's touch?" I asked. "I'm not dating
either.  I don't seem to attract the fairer sex. Gus like me though."

"Is that a problem?" Ken asked.

"Not at all," I replied. "I like men."

There was a brief pause in the conversation. "Men suit me too," Ken said.
"For a while I though I just couldn't find the right woman. It more than
that."

"I like women well enough," I said. "It's just that having sex with them
doesn't float my boat. I'm one of those guys who isn't gay, but I like sex
with men."

"I think I'm the same way," Ken said. "I like man sex too."

"I was being completely straight with you," I continued.  "I love sex with
men. It's a lot more than like." I started stripping and the conversation
came to an end. Ken was naked before I was and when he saw my cock he went
for it.

After a little while he stopped sucking, looked up at men and said, "Damn
you're big!"

"Let's go to the bedroom and get comfortable," I said. I got him on the bed
and got a good look at him. Ken was lean like a greyhound. He had a hairy
chest and a treasure trail.  His cock was long and thin; his balls hung
low. I could easily deep throat his cock. He liked that a lot.

"Be careful. I'm close," he whispered.

"Do you want me to take your load?"  I asked.

"You'd do that?" he replied.  I took that as a yes and returned to deep
throating him. The first twitch was when he was deep down my throat, but I
pull off enough to work over his knob as he shot off. His balls must have
been full to the brim and he continued to ejaculate and twitch for a long
while.

"Damn that was good." I said. I my mouth was still near his cock and I
licked up whatever drooled from his cock.

"No one has ever done that to me before," he said.

"I hope you liked it."

"It was wonderful," Ken moaned.  There was a pause. "Do I have to take
yours?" It was clear he was uneasy. I never require reciprocity in a
playmate. I do my thing and they do theirs.  I do like to build up good
will. Since my objective is to get in their ass, that can be helpful.

"You do what you want to do," I said. "I like to taste a guy's baby making
sauce."

"I feel wiped out now, but I think I can recharge. Can I stay a little
longer?" he asked. We talked. Ken was inexperienced and had only had a few
hookup and no repeats. This had been his first time in bed in an apartment.
I told him I wasn't that experienced, but I had done most things once and
almost everything had been good.

"Have you been fucked?" he asked. It told him I had and it had been good. I
suggested we take a shower. He jumped at that opportunity. He liked the
shower and we got it on almost immediately. I dropped the soap and he
touched my hole with his cock head.  I didn't object so he slipped it in.
his cock was thin and he was really gentle so it was fine.

I knew if I let him fuck me, my chances of fucking him grew exponentially.
Most men had a sense of what is fair.  Turn-about is fair play. That
eventually worked out, but not quickly. Ken cock was a magic wand that did
a job on me. I had been fucked before, but Ken was different.  I really
enjoyed it. We played in the shower then returned to the bed room and he
did my doggy style then on my back. An hour later we were both exhausted
and drained. Our cocks were worn out. It was beautiful.  He had to go home
but we exchanged phone numbers. I asked him if his ass was virgin.  He said
it was.

"Ken, I really want to fuck you and I want to be the first," I said.

He smiled at me. We kissed and he left.  I was pretty sure that was a yes.