Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 13:13:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Waldo 6

Waldo the Virgin Hunter 6
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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Summer is a comparatively quiet time for University Police. Most of the
students are in short term classes or in selective summer programs, our
biggest program was for Junior's in high school. It was to give them a
chance to take a full college level class before becoming a full time
student. It was both a way to recruit gifted students and to give them some
real world academic experience.  Most of the students were 15 or 16 and we
had extra councilors on staff.

Students are always a mixed bag, and some are more prepared than others for
life at an urban university are.  Some were sophisticated, some thought
they were sophisticated, and some were clueless. We had a problem with
born-agains.  We were beginning to get students who were home schooled or
educated in Christian Academies. They were what the head of the program
called ultra-sheltered. We had always had counselors for foreign students,
but we were having the same problems with home schooled kids.  The real
world was foreign to them.

Is some cases they not only did not have broad experiences, their only
social interaction was with brothers and sisters. We had two councilors,
Martin and Elizabeth, to help soften the edges of the transition to the
real world. In some cases, the students had never taken a real science
class. The Biology department was not into finding clues to Noah's flood.

These students presented two problems for the police.  One group seemed to
think they were living in rural Virginia and did not need to do things like
locking the doors to their rooms. Another group was terrified and tended to
call the police as if someone was talking too loud in the hall. Many had
never met anyone who was exotic, by which they meant Black, Latino, Jewish
or Catholic.

The Department sent me over to give an orientation classes for Martin and
Elizabeth. Of course, the University had orientation sessions, but they
assumed a higher level of general knowledge. I was to explain that we were
a public university in a city. The city owned the streets and the public
was free to use them.

Homeless persons and some mentally disturbed persons were on the
streets. We were not a gated community. I explained that begging and
panhandling were not crimes, harassment was.  Most of the street people
knew the rules and did not bother anyone. In general, the mentally
disturbed were more dangerous to themselves than to the public. If the
students saw someone walking into traffic or doing other dangerous things,
they should call the police for the patient's own protection. In general,
it was better for the police to solve the problem. We knew most of the
locals and knew how to handle them.

The meeting was good, although some of the questions were odd. Some seemed
to think you could catch AIDS by being in the same building as gays. One
girl was afraid of using the University pool in case there was
free-floating sperm. She seemed to think sperm dribbled from cocks
continuously.  The meeting broke up and Elizabeth took some of the girls
off to discuss the mechanics of sex.

I was alone with Martin.  He was a graduate student in counseling and this
was part of his course work. He described himself as a recovering Catholic.
"I'm still a good Catholic, but I was into it big time a few years ago," he
said. "I finally saw the light."

"Was that due to an event or just mature reflection?" I asked.

"We had a priest who was ultra-conservative. He impressed me greatly, but
he was having sex on the side," he said. "That shocked me."

"Was it with boys?"

"No, it was with married women, and a girl or two," Martin said. "He was so
demanding and inflexible. He liked sex with true believers.  It screwed
them up badly. The Bishop sent him to another church.  I didn't know if he
is doing the same things there."

"In general, when you're a cop, having sex with the wrong person is pretty
minor. Cheating, robbing or killing them is what we face," I
said. "Misplaced love is not much of a problem. Loving someone is a lot
better than hating them."

"The priest had a long list of sinners, but he exclusively loved only
church going Catholics who came to confession weekly and went to mass
daily. I thought he was a real thing, not a man who used religion for
sexual conquests," Martin said.

"As a cop, I like anyone who isn't making trouble," I said. "I'll take a
gay man who's minding his own business to a drunken frat boy any time."

"Since I've been counseling, I admit that I've acquired a dislike of drama
queens," Martin said. "I seem to be running into men and women who think
that causing trouble is a good way to entertain themselves. I would like to
tell them they could have a much better life if they just tried not to be
an asshole!"

"What is the counselor's way of saying that?" I asked. Martin laughed.

"I think we tell them to reassess their life choices. I suggest that if
they avoided dating their best friend's boy friend, life might be easier,"
Martin said. "Perhaps getting drunk every night is not the perfect way to
have fun. Some people want to be the center of attention. It's easy to
start a problem, but hard to stop it once it gets rolling."

I laughed. "Some people want their lives to be a soap opera. I like my life
to be boring and uneventful." I said. "What do you say to these born again
kids?  I'm afraid it's tell them to relax and jerk off. "I assume that is
not the advice they would respond to."

"You think that meaningless sex is a solution?" Martin asked. "Are you
joking?"

"Not really," I replied. "Being in love or thinking you are in love is
intense and complicated. There are all sorts of emotions involved. You may
be jealous, possessive, and hyper sensitive. If it is just run of the mill
sex, you have some fun, shoot your load and then take a shower. As long as
your playmate is in it for the fun too, all is well."

"I can't imagine girls would find that as appealing as you do!" Martin
said.

"Well, I may be more of a guy thing, I admit," I said. Martin laughed.

"Is this the friends with benefits arrangements I hear about?"

"It is.  Now, I admit it is easier with gay men or women," I said. "Birth
control and unwanted pregnancy isn't a problem with gay people. Officially,
a blowjob in a restroom is a problem, but in reality, I don't give a shit.
Just don't make a mess on the floor."

"I take it you aren't planning to be become the Pope," Martin said.

"As long as everyone is having a good time, I'm fine with sex," I said. We
talked a little longer and we went our separate ways.

I had a call from Martin a few days later. Some of the students wanted
another session.  I said that was fine with me. When we met, I discovered
they wanted specific rule, "if this happens, what should we do" sort of
rules.  I explained that some situations are clear-cut, but most are more
complex.  You need to use your own judgment about what was the right course
of action. They saw the world as being black and white; there were no
grays.

One girl seemed to think a panhandler asking for some cash was going to
rape her. They all wanted panhandlers to be arrested. I explained it was
not illegal to ask for money. If it were illegal, that going door to door
for a charity would be illegal too. One boy thought a girl was coming on to
him and that she was an immoral person. I suggested that a simple, "Sorry,
I'm not into that," would do the trick. One boy suggested we should arrest
anyone that scared them.  I told them there was a problem with false arrest
and it was not possible to arrest people because there was a potential they
might commit a crime.

They had led sheltered lives. Some were not allowed to watch television and
their parents did not let them meet people outside their family and church
group. The university environment wasn't like that at all.

I concluded that several students were scared shitless at the prospect of
sex. I also suspected that some were afraid their sexual tastes were not
for the other sex, and they were avoiding that problem by avoiding sex
completely. That was not police business at all. After the meeting, I
discussed it with Martin and Liz. Liz said that most made the adjustment,
but for others it was a step too far. They would got home to their families
or go to a Christian School.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with going to Notre Dame," I said.

Liz laughed and said, "Notre Dame is way too liberal for these students. A
good portion wouldn't concede that Catholic Schools are Christian. For
others only a convent or monastery might do the trick."

A few days later, I saw Martin. I was on patrol and he came over to me. "I
was thinking about what you said the other day, about being afraid of sex,"
he said. "Could we talk?"  Of course, I could and told him I was off duty
after six and that I lived nearby. I gave him my address and he said he
might drop in. I said that was fine with me.

Generally, I have good gaydar but I had missed Martin completely. I could
guess what worried him. He was at the door to my apartment at 6:15 and I
asked him in. He was nervous but relaxed as soon as he came in the
apartment of out sight from the street.

"I was thinking about those things you said about no strings sex. That's
not the way I think about it. I assumed you would meet a girl, fall in love
and live happily ever after," he said. "That hasn't happened to me. I've
met girls and nothing had happened."

"Join the club," I said. "If you set your standards high enough, you never
will find her."

"Is that what you did?" he asked.

"No, I'm not interested in girls, sexually that is," I said.

Martin looked at me. He understood what I was saying. "I think that may be
my problem," he said.

"Have you found anyone who turns you on?" I asked.

"This may sound strange, but you do," Martin replied. "My thoughts aren't
platonic. I'm embarrassed to say that."

"Don't worry about that," I said. "We all have non-platonic thoughts
sometimes. Some of the time, my non-platonic thoughts are my favorites!"

"Do you act on them?" he asked.

"That depends on the situation," I said. "They seem to strike at odd times
and sometimes with people who aren't remotely interested. I told you I like
no strings sex."

"I don't know if I like it or not," Martin said. "I'd like to find out."

"You need to think about it more," I said.

"I've been thinking about it for weeks. I cannot seem to sleep. I'd like to
try something now," he said.

"I need to take a shower, it's been a long day," I said. "Would you like to
join me?" That isn't the most original line, but I works more often than
not.  It worked with Martin. We went to my bedroom and stripped. Martin was
tall and thin. He was a jogger, so he was in good shape. He had a hairy
chest and a treasure trail to his pubic bush. I am tall, beefy, muscular
and hairy. Martin seemed to like that.

I turned on the water and got in the shower.  Martin joined me a little
later. He looked away from my equipment.

"Martin, it's okay to look. We're here for sex," I said.  He smiled a
little. When he soaped up, I helped him with his genitals. That was a
success.

I have a tub-shower combination so there was room for two.  I dropped to my
knees and began to suck him.  Most young guys want sex, but some panic when
the get it. For me man sex isn't romantic and if you want violins and
candlelight, you are out of luck with me. Martin was still soft when my
lips touched his cock. A minute later, he was rock hard.

"What do I do now?" he whispered.

"Relax and go with the flow," I replied. "Your cock knows exactly what to
do."

"What if I shoot?"

I got up and looked him in the face. "Martin, don't worry. I know what a
cock can do," I told him. "I'm fine with it." My hand touched his cock.  He
jumped a little.  "We're here to enjoy each other.  I know you are new to
this, but deep inside you, your body knows what to do. The feelings are
intense and almost overwhelming.  That's the way it's supposed to be."

I took his hand and put it on my cock.  "Stroke it," I ordered.

"Are you going to shoot on me?" he asked.

"I have a long fuse. You don't need to worry about that until later," I
said. "Don't worry if you pop too fast. There are no rules. I like a guy
who is really excited."  I dropped to my knees again and by that time, he
was drooling big time.  He managed to hold back. I sucked a little longer
and then we got out of the shower and went to my bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tentatively licked my cock. That was a
success, and he relaxed once he had it in his mouth.  I don't know if he
was expecting a bolt of lightning or an outbreak of demons, but all was
well.

"It tastes sweet," he said.

"Precum is the appetizer for the man course," I said. "My cock is always
ready for fun. It drools, spurts and shoots. That makes things messy. It
offends some men and pleases others. Get on the bed so we can suck each
other." Martin did what I asked and we had a good period on mutual
exploration. He relaxed and was more comfortable. We may have played for
fifteen minutes and then he climaxed. He must have stored several pints of
man cream in his balls.

He was between ejaculations when I began to spurt. Much to my surprise, he
did not pull away. He not only sucked it up, after the main attraction. he
nursed my cock coaxing any post orgasmic drool from my balls. Martin had an
extended sexual after glow.  He had several late ejaculations minutes after
the main orgasm.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," he replied.  "I am a bit dizzy. It was incredible."

"You were good.  Have you been saving up?"

"I think I shot off 26 years of semen," Martin said. "I feel like I have
been drained."

"Rest a while, everything fill up again after a short while," I
said. "After 20 or 30 minutes, I'm usually ready to go again."

"Is it as good the second time?" he asked.

"It's always good, but it's different," I explained. "Once I shoot off, I
am more relaxed the second time. I can be more playful, less driven."

"I can't believe I took your load.  I wasn't what I thought it would be
like," Martin said. "I didn't think I would take it but when you took mine,
I forgot to pull away."

"Are you okay with that?" I asked.

He nodded. "It didn't taste that good, but I was so excited, that didn't
make any difference.  I'm sorry I shot off in your mouth. I couldn't help
it,"

"I like it. The first few times I did it, I was embarrassed. Usually I try
to hide my feelings. It did not seem to be right. Being naked was hard for
me anyway, but being naked hard and shooting off gives away the whole
shebang! When you are with another man, he knows exactly what you are
feeling. When he's sucking your cock there is no way to play the strong
silent type," I said. "I used to think that I was doing a man a favor.  It
is so intense and intimate I feel as if we are sharing the orgasms. I used
to think that a guy lost it when he drained his balls. Did you think you
were draining your balls, or filling my mouth? When I shot off I was giving
you something that only I can give."

I was next to him on the bed. I reached out and stroked his cock.  He was
hard again. We had a second round of fun.  He was on call that night and
went home to his room.  It had been good, but I was afraid it might have
been too much for him. It was like throwing someone in the lake and
expecting them to swim.  It might work or it might the last time that
person went near the water.

A week later, I saw him on campus. I asked how he was doing. He told me he
was late for a class and asked if he could come by my apartment later.  I
said that was fine and I should be in later that night. He came by at 7:30.

"I hope your last visit wasn't too much for you," I said.

"It was too much, but that isn't your fault," Martin said. "I had been
working hard to avoid sex for years. Just getting naked with another man
was as far as I was able to think or conceptualize. It was overwhelming. It
changed my view of life."

"I'm sorry about that," I replied.

"I'm not sorry at all," Martin proclaimed. "It was the most exciting thing
in my life.  I had no idea it could be so good. I didn't know I could feel
those things. I didn't know anyone could feel so much." He paused. "I was
afraid I was a disappointment to you.  That I wasn't doing it right."

"You were fine," I said. "But a little more practice would hurt either."
martin looked at me and burst into laughter. All was well. We went to the
bedroom and got it on. This time Martin was naked as soon as he reached the
bedroom door. He was already rock had so I told him to get on the bed. I
lubricated his cock and sat on it.

I am not much of a bottom, but Martin's cock was good. Usually I let a man
fuck me so I can get into his ass later. Martin's tool hit all the right
places, and it caught me by surprise. I forgot to play it cool and I played
the sex-crazed bottom slut instead. Martin went a little crazy too and I
could feel each ejaculation tickling my rectum as he shot off.  He fell
into a deep asleep. It was as if he had passed out.

I took this as an opportunity to ease my cock into his behind. I didn't
expect to fuck him, but I wanted to see how far I could get before he woke.
Martin was relaxed and my cock was excited and drooling. Pre cum is good
lube. I cuddled him and nosed my organ into his rear. I only applied a
little pressure. It was more of an anal massage than a fuck.

I was surprised when my cock head was on the dark side of Martin's
sphincter. I continued to gently push and ease my way deeper into his body.
My biggest problem was to keep from shooting off. I was really turned on.
He woke up when my cock head was massaging his prostate and he was in
heaven.  "What's going on?" he asked. He squeezed his sphincter.

"Don't ask and I'll tell you later." I replied. He relaxed his sphincter
and I pushed deeper. Martin moaned.

"Would it bother you if I pumped some cop sperm into you?" I asked.

"Hell no!" he replied.