Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2013 02:38:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Waldo the Virgin Hunter 2

Waldo the Virgin Hunter 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, comments send them to
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It was later in the fall when I met Sandy Mills, a football player. He was
looking for the library and I took him there since I was going that
way. Football players were rare on the campus, since the school didn't have
a football team.  He was from Atlantic University, a private college on the
edge of town. It was a Christian school and was a favorite place for
wealthy parents to park their children. They thought the school was safe.

As an urban university Hanover not considered to be a nice place to send
your delicate, virgin children. Hanover students weren't as wealthy those
at Atlantic, and our students tended to look a bit scruffy. Atlantic had
many wealthy donors, but its strong suit was athletics and fraternity
parties. Academics were a frill unnecessary for kids who were to inherit
their family wealth. Atlantic had daily chapel services, and Hanover
students were regarded as pagans.

We had much better library. Sandy was doing research. He was from a town
called Old Skinnersville that was somewhere in the far west of Virginia. He
wasn't a sophisticate, but it was rare to see an Atlantic Student on the
Hanover campus. We had black, Latino and gay people on the campus and were
regarded as dangerous. Atlantic students stayed on their campus and didn't
mix with the locals.

Sandy was real good looking if you like blond crew cut men. As we talked I
had a suspicion that he was not just looking for research material.
Officially, Atlantic had no gay students or staff and all the students were
virgin and chaste.  On one of the odd web sites I ran into it listed
Hanover as a hotbed of gay activity and said the library was a good place
to cruise.

Before he went into the building I told him that he library closed at
eleven I would be there scaring away any undesirables who might be hunting
for co-eds.  Officially, we didn't do that, since it might be considered
harassment. Given my size it didn't take much for me to be scary.

I was at the library at eleven and Sandy was there too. I was at the end of
my shift and I walked with him back to his car. I told him I lived nearby
and asked if he would like to come over for a cup of coffee. When he
entered my apartment he was scared.  I knew what he wanted, but he wasn't
sure what he was after.  I made coffee and we talked. He mentioned that the
students of Hanover were odd and varied, and asked if they were a problem
for me.

"It's a live and let live kind of place," I said. "There are some genuinely
eccentric people, and a lot of people who would like to think they were
eccentric. Some are immature, and that is a problem in a center city
location. Most grow up pretty fast."

"Are there a lot a gays here?" he asked.  "There are no gays at my school."

"Gays aren't a problem, most to them are just minding their own
business. Drunken frat boys are a bigger problem. Gays are just trying to
get laid. That's not a problem for the police." I said. "Let me tell you
there are gays at your school, they just don't admit it.  Hanover is an
open minded school."

"You think so?" he asked. "No one looks gay at Atlantic."

"I know so," I replied. "To tell you the truth, I don't know was a gay man
looks like. You might be surprised to know who is or is not gay." I looked
him in the eye.  He averted his gaze.

I found out he was 21 years old and wasn't playing football this year due
to an injury.  He realized he was never going to make it to the pros, and
he was trying to figure out what to do with his life. He was a Physical
Education major and that was not what he wanted. Sandy had to be back on
campus by midnight, so he left.

Before he left he asked, "Are you at the library every night?"

"My schedule varies quite a bit," I said. I gave him my phone number and
said he could drop by if he was in town. He smiled and left. I wasn't sure
would call, but I knew he wanted to call, if he could muster up enough
nerve.

He called me the next Saturday. He was returning to Richmond after a game.
He served as the coach's assistant since he couldn't playball. He came in
my apartment. It was a hot day and I was wearing shorts and a Hawaiian
shirt, mostly unbuttoned.  He did a double take when he saw my pelt. At
first we talked about the game. After a while I asked him if he had a
girlfriend. He said.  "No, the coach doesn't like us to be distracted. Do
you have a girlfriend?"

"Nope," I replied. "I'm not sure I'm the marrying type." I paused.  "Women
are complicated. At least men don't want to hitch-up and have your
children."

"You like men?" he asked almost under his breath. I nodded.

"I think I may like men too," he said after a minute of silence. "For some
reason, women don't excite me."

"You're a good looking guy. You should be able to pick anyone you like,
male or female," I said.

"I think about doing stuff, but I've never done it," Sandy said. He was
nervous.

I smiled. "Well I have done some stuff and I can recommend it highly," I
said. "I'd love to have some fun this afternoon. Are you interested?" Sandy
was too nervous to answer, but he nodded.

"You know man sex isn't much like Sunday school class. It's not about
thinking deep thoughts. It's about feeling intense pleasure, some of that
pleasure may be in the mind, but most is concentrated elsewhere," I said.

Sandy managed to croak a "Yes, I know that."

"It's not like just being in the shower room and looking. It's touching,
fondling and licking," I said. I took my shirt off as I talked. He looked
shocked, and then took his polo shirt off.  I pushed my shorts down. "I bet
you're used to being naked in the locker room. I bet that gives you a
little buzz.  It sure gave me one. Every once and a while a guy would get a
little firm. I loved that but was afraid I might show hard," I continued.

"Just think of yourself as being in my private locker room and the rules
are different here," I explained. Sandy was naked except for his socks. He
was semi- hard.  I was still soft but that wasn't going to last long.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want, but let me tell you a
secret. Sometimes the hard set thing is letting yourself do what you want
to do most of all," I explained. "What you may have thought were the dirty
parts of your body, are the fun parts. When I was a kid, I lived in fear
that my folks would discover I jerked off. Now I know that shooting off is
what we are after. If we can do it three or four times, that's even
better."

Sandy was pink and blond, but muscular and solid. Curly blond hair covered
his chest and there was a treasure trail to his thick bush. It was red. He
had a peaches and cream complexion, but small pink tits and a beautiful
lavender cock head. I fondled his balls.  His ball sack heavy and spunk
filled.

I dropped to my knees and took his cock head into my mouth. He jumped a
little. I licked the underside of his head and then the slit. He was
already secreting precum. It took me maybe a minute to suck all of his
nervousness and tenseness out of his body.  It was as if it were draining
through his cock. He moaned.

"It feels good?" I asked.

"Wonderful," he replied. "I'm afraid I'm going to shoot."

"That is not a problem. That is why I'm sucking your cock," I said. "Would
it bother you if I took your load and ate it?"  Sandy answered the question
with an orgasm. It was a big, grand, Fourth of July type orgasm.

I took his load and saved it. When he calmed down we kissed. He didn't
expect to find his sperm load in my mouth, but he became real excited. By
the time we finished eating it, he was hard again.

"Can you do me?" I asked.

"I've never done that before. I think I can," he said.

"You don't need too. I'd understand if you don't," I said.  "Don't do
anything you aren't comfortable with."

"Can I just look at it for a while?"  Sandy asked. "You're uncut."

"You've never seen an uncut cock before?"

"I've seen them before, but never anyone as uncut as you are," he
replied. "I've never been this close either." My skin can cover my knob
even when I'm hard.

"I guess you've noticed I'm not very shy," I said. "Look at it, touch it
and play with it. It likes attention."

"You are big," he said. "Some of the men on the team are body builders, but
their cock are pretty average."

"It took me a long time to realize my cock was a toy and not just a drain,"
I said. "I come from a nice conservative family.  If it feels good they
thought it must be sinful. Things don't get any more pleasurable than an
orgasm. I was afraid I would go to hell until I was sixteen. That was when
I decided a trip to hell was worth it."

Sandy laughed.  He was fondling my balls and had pulled my foreskin back to
expose my head. I was drooling a little.

"Is that piss?" he asked.

"It's precum. Essentially it lubricant. It sweet tasting, not slightly
bitter like semen," I explained. "When you're hard the connection to your
bladder closes off and your balls take over.  I'm not sure that is the
scientific explanation, but it's pretty much what happens." Sandy's mouth
was getting really close to my cock. I knew he wanted to try it, but he was
so nervous I wasn't sure he would do it.

"You won't cum in my mouth, will you?" he asked.

"I'll warn you when I get close," I replied. "I'm really excited, I'm
drooling a lot."

Sandy surprised me. He stuck out his tongue and intercepted my cock
drippings. I have tasted my own drippings and they are sweet. Sandy like it
and he wanted more, a lot more.

Most of the time you need to ease a new guy into sex. It takes a while to
get into it. Sandy was a confirmed cock sucker the instant he tasted my
cock. He wasn't a sucker as much as he was a milker. He liked the juice and
he wanted to coax it out of my balls. He sucked for a while, then we tried
the sixty-nine position, then he sucked more.

"How are you doing?"  I asked after a while.

"I don't know; it's too good to waste time thinking," he replied, "I had no
idea anything could be this good." he paused. "Is this as good as it gets?"

"It's real good, but sex gets better the more you do it. You find new
positions and new ways to suck and fuck," I said. "It can be very different
with other men. It's exciting for me to be with a new guy. I remember when
it was exciting and scary just to be naked and to touch another man."





"It's pretty exciting for me.  I had no idea it would be this good. I
thought it me be more like a super jack-off session," Sandy said.

"Did you guess you would like to suck so much?"

"I was pretty sure I'd like to be sucked. That's a no brainer. I assumed
I'd have to suck you in return. You're a good looking guy, and I figured I
could do that if I had too," he explained.  "I couldn't conceive of
enjoying it."

"Let me warn you; it gets better the more you do it," I said. "You will get
more comfortable and open to the possibilities."

There were no more possibilities for this day. Sandy had shot off three
times and his balls were empty. He left after telling me he would at the
library on Saturday.

I am always afraid that my playmate didn't enjoy things as much as I
did. Ken had a good time, but some guys get buyer's remorse. About an hour
after Sandy left Ken called me. We chatted and he asked if I was going to
be free that evening. I said yes.

A little after seven he knocked on my door.  I offered him a beer and we
talked for a while. I asked him if he had any ill effects from our meeting
the week before.

"None," he said decisively, "other than regret that I hadn't been more
adventurous before. It was good."  He paused briefly. "This may sound
stupid, but I'm not sure what you expect of me. Are you looking for a
partner, a friends with benefits, or a one-night-stand?"

"I'm not looking for a partner; I think I might find a partner someday, but
I don't expect that any time soon," I said. "I'd love to have a friend who
likes sex as much as I do."

Ken looked me in the eye. "That's sort of what interests me. I loved the
sex, but I don't want to deceive you. I had my cock in your ass and shot
off in you. I don't know what you expect or were hoping for."

"Well, I wasn't hoping to have your babies!" I said. "There is nothing
wrong with plain old sexual pleasure. Have you ever been fucked?"

"No, I really never thought about it until I met you," Ken said. "Do you
like to fuck?"

"I sure do," I replied. There was silence. "Do you think you could ever let
me in you?"

"You have a big one," he said. "You opened wide for me. Did you feel
uncomfortable when I fucked you?"

"I know what I like, and I like anything that feels good," I replied. "I
know some guys who love it, but I'm not like that. Usually I can take it or
leave it.  You were a surprise, a good surprise. Our thinking about fucking
is usually related to fucking women. They are usually weaker we tend to
think of them as subservient. I'm a big boy. I pick who gets in my ass."

"Why did you pick me?" he asked.

"I like masculine men. You're good looking and smart," I said. "I figured
you are new to the scene and would enjoy it. There nothing wrong with two
guys having fun. I was right about you enjoying it, wasn't I?"

Ken smiled and nodded. "I shot off in you. Did that bother you?"

I laughed. "When a guy shoots off you know he's having a good time."

"I had a dream about you," Ken said. "It wasn't about you really, it was
about your cock. I wanted it, but you were too big to get it in me."

"Some guys go crazy when they fuck a pal. They say it way more intense than
sucking or jerking off," I said. "I'd love to fuck you, and I'm pretty sure
I'm not too big," I said. "Let do a little exploring." I reached down and
touched his ass.  Ken jumped. "Just relax, I'm just checking things out."

"I think you want to do a lot more than just check things out," he said.

"You're right about that, but I take disappointment well," I said.  "If you
don't like it, I won't do it. Relax that hole of yours and let me massage
it." My finger was well lubricated and he relaxed. While he relaxed, his
cock got harder.  That was a good sign. Finger fucking hit the spot for Ken
and he was moaning a little.

"Now Ken, I going to roll you on your side and massage your hole with my
cock. I will apply a little pressure but not enough to pop through your
sphincter. I keep well lubricated. If you clench your ass I'll stay on the
sunny side of your hole. If you relax I'll go in as far as you will let
me," I explained. "You have to let me in if you want it."

"What if you push hard?"

"I want you to let me in. I want to enter you as a friend, not an invader,"
I said. I'm not sure that Ken realized how much he wanted me to fuck
him. Some guys like to pretend they don't like it and want you to play
rough.  Play acting isn't my thing.

I coated my cock head with lube and positioned it at Ken's pucker. I gently
pushed at his anus and I could sense he was relaxing. After five minutes he
relaxed his sphincter and my head popped in. He moaned.  I wanted to get my
cock head in as far as the prostate, but I took my time.

I pulled out, re lubricated my cock and went in again. After massaging his
sphincter I eased my tool in way deeper. Ken suddenly moaned and gasped for
breath. He went limp and I slid my entire cock into his ass.

"Are you in?" he gasped.

"Every inch is in you now," I said.

"It's huge, there's no room left."

"I was hoping there was room for a load of my man seed," I said. I was
still and moved only when he shivered or twitched. Eventually he squeezed
his sphincter to encourage me. I pulled out, I rolled him on his stomach
and spread his legs leaving his ass undefended. After re lubricating again,
I went deep once more. I combine deep strokes and short thrusts, and paid
special attention to his prostate.

I pretty sure Ken didn't know his prostate was a sex organ, so it was a
surprise for him. I worked him over for a few minutes and then let him rest
and get control again.  I like to vary positions, and I rolled him on his
back. His cock was rock had and dripping like a leaking faucet. I surprised
him when I straddled his cock and sat on it. That turned out to be master
stroke. This gave him a chance to rest and to feel manlier again.

We rolled on my back and he had a chance to pound me, jack hammer style. He
shot off and then we exchanged positions. Usually I don't fuck a guy just
after he shot off, but Ken was receptive. He was a limp rag doll for my
first thrust, but he squeezed his sphincter to grip my cock.

When he was on his back I could watch him react to my cock and its
motion. It only took a few thrusts to know exactly where is prostate was.
He gasped for breath when I rubbed it. After a few minutes I knew Ken was
born to be a bottom. His love tunnel seemed to get more sensitive as it
adapted to my cock. Every movement was good.

I love the tight grasp of his sphincter and the warmth of his rectum. He
wiggled his ass to play with my cock. We broke apart and he sat on my
cock. This time he was facing me with his legs around my hips. His weight
kept him fully impaled, but he squirmed and twitched and did a dance on
it. I had never experienced this before.  I was in his ass, but he was
fucking himself on my organ. I shot off, and then he shot off. We rested a
little and he asked if he could fuck me again.

Of course I was willing. That was good too. We eventually calmed down and
he went home.  I was tired and happy.

I got a call from Sandy the next day. He wanted to come by again. He also
told me that he had a friend who wanted to meet me. "He's a real nice guy,"
he said.  We made a date.