Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 12:32:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Waldo the Virgin Hunter 9

Waldo the Virgin Hunter 9
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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I ran into Billy Dodd at a basketball game. I was working security and he
came over to see me after the game. I knew him from the screw up with the
DAS fraternity. That organization was closed now and the house was up for
sale, greatly reducing the number of complaints from the neighbors about
the outlandish behavior of the fraternity.

Billy was short and chunky. He was the sort of man who got his five o'clock
shadow by noon, and he looked slightly disheveled all the time. Even when
he wore a suit and tie, somehow he looked disarranged most of the
time. Billy had a wrestler's body, but longed for basketball glory. In our
modern sports world that cannot happen to a man who is five-feet-five.

We talked for a while, and he thanked me for helping with Dunlop. "The
church dropped the ball on that one," he said. "Since the fire he's been
more open and relaxed. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it was
difficult to be at ease with him. He was always tense."

"Sometime a traumatic event like the fire brings a man out of his shell," I
said. "He seemed like a nice guy to me."

I had suspected Dunlop was gay when it met him. The small, delicate looking
Choir Director fit my expectation for a gay man. He was a non-practicing
gay man, which is difficult. Some men like him turn mean and bitter. Dunlop
seemed to be fidgety and nervous.  It was as if he was terrified he would
be found out. Once we connected sexually, he relaxed.

By contrast Billy was you basic guy next door, with a wife and two kids
kind of man. He wasn't married and he wasn't conventionally attractive. You
would expect him to be a plumber or a carpenter. He was a white-collar
businessman, but the collar was always unbuttoned. He kept on talking and
eventually I said I had to go home.

"Would you like to have a beer or something?" he asked.

"That would really hit the spot," I replied. "I tend to put a damper on the
festivities in any bar I enter wearing my uniform. I have a six-pack at
home. It that okay with you?" he said it was fine. He had been a bit tense,
but he relaxed when I asked him over for a beer.

He relaxed more when he was in my apartment. I suspected he wanted more
than a beer, but did not know who would make the first move. If I jumped
the gun, I might spook him. We talked and drank a beer, and then I went to
the bedroom to get out of my uniform.

I stripped and looked for shorts and a shirt. Billy was at the door
watching.

"You're in good shape. Do you work out?" he asked.

"I work out a little but I walk a lot," I said. It's faster to walk than to
get in a car and drive most of the time." I looked him over. His cock had
tented his pants. "Do you work out?"

"Some, but not enough," he said. He noticed that I had seen his excited
cock and rearranged his cock. As is usually the case, erections inspire
other erections and my cock popped out of my boxers.

"We're all boys here," I said. "Why don't we relax and see what happens?"
I stripped off my boxers.

"I've never done anything like this before," he said in what was almost a
whisper.

"I think you are over 18 years old," I said. "I don't mind messing around a
little." Billy began to unbutton his shirt. He was balding, but his chest
was tanned and covered in dirty blond hair.

"It looks to me that you do more than a little working out," I said. He
undid his belt and dropped his pants, exposing his thick, stubby organ. I
reached over and stroked it. He jumped a little and then relaxed. A large
bead of precum emerged from his slit. I dropped to my knees and licked it
up.

"You don't need to do that," he whispered.

"Can I do it if I want to?" I asked.

"Shit yes!" he replied. "I'm real close."

"I kind of like slurping of am man's cream. Does that bother you?"

"Oh Jesus!" he cried. I released his cock form my mouth and stood.

"When I said I liked to mess around a little, it might have been more
correct to say I prefer to mess around a lot," I said. "Are you game?"

"I sure am, but I don't think I can last long," Billy said. "I'm ready to
pop."

"How many times can you shoot off?" I asked. He said he didn't know.  I
asked him if he would like to find out.  He didn't need to answer that
question.  His cock answered it for him. That was enough for me.

I returned to his cock, and he shot off shortly thereafter. He was an
explosive orgasm.  He was shaking, shivering and moaning as he filled my
mouth. I continued to suck him after the main ejaculations. His cock head
became ultrasensitive and I was careful. Billy almost fell asleep. I gently
continued to nurse his cock.

"I don't believe how good that was," he said. "No one has ever done that to
me before."

"Suck you cock?"

"That and taken my sperm," he said. "I thought it would disgust you."

"Have you ever tasted your own cream?"

"I tried it a few times. It was okay," Billy said. "I thought it would be
disgusting."

"I like taking a pals load. It was a surprise the first time I did it. It
is exciting when a man lets loose and feeds you, kind of intimate. I know
what it feels to shoot off. It's a turn on when I taste the cream as you
are shooting," I said.

"I'm embarrassed at that. I should have warned you."

"You let lose a prize winning load. I'd would have been proud to have shot
it," I said.

"No one seems to enjoy me sexually," Billy said.

Maybe you need to find some new friends," I said.

"I was the fat, clunky kid in school," he explained. "I was smart, but not
athletic or cute."

"You are solid now," I said. "I don't think you have a career in the
ballet, but you are masculine."

"You are too," he said. "You aren't what I would think of as gay."

"I don't think of myself as gay either, but I sure like sex with men," I
said. "I think that is classified as one of the danger signs of being gay."
Billy laughed.

"I'm forty-five years old. Making a big change is difficult," he
said. "This has been really good, but I don't know if I could do more."

I leaned over and began sucking him again. He moaned. Within a minute or
two, he was fully erect and oozing. His sex organs produced a thick, sweet,
rich tasting brew.

"Billy, you may be uneasy about this, but your body is ready for more," I
said. "Deep in your heart I suspect you are ready too. Follow your body's
lead. Relax and enjoy it."

"It's hard to relax," he said.

I fondled his bull balls. "These sperm makers of yours are just churning
out cream. I know what you are feeling. I enjoyed milking you. Some guys
ooze cum, you shoot a forceful spurt.  It tickled my tongue. I like helping
you out."  I returned to sucking, figuring some oral therapy would relax
him. It took a while, but he finally relaxed.

After ten minutes, he was close. Billy pulled away, rotated his body and
began sucking me. We were now in the 69 position. When I returned to
sucking, he matched my movements. Billy began to be more enthusiastic as he
got into it. His first sperm spurt excited me and I let loose my own load.

It is hard to co-ordinate orgasms, but we did it. I am not sure he would
have taken it if he had not been shooting off himself. He took it and liked
it.

"Are you okay?" I asked after we stopped ejaculating.

"I am. It was good. I didn't expect to like it," he said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I thought I wouldn't like sucking," he replied. "That was fine.  I didn't
think I could take a load either. I really liked that."

"The more you do the better it gets," I said. Billy had to go home. I asked
him if he would like my home phone number. He said yes.

"I live alone, would you like my number?" he asked.

"I would, but let me worn you, I'm a horny man. I might become a pest," I
said.

"I'll take that risk," he said with a smile. I called him a week later.  He
was busy that night but said the next night was fine. He liked to cook out
and he asked me over for dinner. I said I would be there.

He lived twenty blocks from the University in a small townhouse in an up
and coming neighborhood. The house was a 1920s Mediterranean style
cottage. He had bought it cheaply and restored it. The backyard was a
Spanish style patio with a fountain and lush plantings.  He was a good cook
and diner was enjoyable.

Billy served desert in the bedroom. His cock was already dripping when he
stripped.  He was ready. I sucked his cock and coated it in saliva and then
I surprised him.  I sat on it. His thick stubby cock rammed my prostate
directly. It winded me; he was in heaven.

When we returned to earth, I began to work his cock with my ass. "Are your
balls full Billy? I asked. "Pump it into me; fill me up. I want your man
cream in my ass. Do you think you can do it?" I wiggled my ass and gripped
the base of his cock with my sphincter. His eyes crossed.

"Fill me up!" I demanded. He began to shiver as I worked his cock and then
I felt the first ejaculation. It was good for both of us. Billy went limp
as he let his cock do all the work for him. I could feel each squirt and
stayed on him until the last spasms stopped. He did not lose his erection.

The post orgasmic period was relaxed and without tension. I was still fully
loaded, but I did not want to make Billy do anything he did not want to
do. I'm not sure about human nature, but when it comes to men's nature, the
urges tend to re-emerge quickly. I rolled off him. His cock was still nice
and hard.

"I don't know what to do," he said and then was silent. "What was it like?"
I must have looked puzzled. "I mean, what was it like having me in you? Did
it hurt?"

I smiled. "Did it look like you hurt me?" I asked.

"I noticed you stayed hard," he whispered.

"Naked men can't hide anything," I said. "You nice and thick and you rubbed
my prostate just the right way." I leaned close to him. "I really like it
when I felt you squirting inside me. That was beautiful."

"I liked that too, but I thought you would be mad," he said.

"It was great. Would you like to do it again?"

"Oh god, yes!" Billy said.

"This time I'll get on my back and you can pound me. Would you like that?"
He nodded. "Your last load is in my ass, stick your finger in and make sure
it had lubed me well." He looked uneasy, but he did it.

"You have to promise me one thing. Don't hold back," I said. "Fuck me and
let it flow. I want everything in you balls in my ass."

Billy lifted my legs onto his shoulder and positioned his cock at my hole.
"Are you ready?" he asked.  I nodded.  He pushed. Billy looked like a
bruiser, but deep inside he was a lover. He fucked me for the next half
hour. He had two mini orgasms of two or three ejaculations, but he was able
to take control again, calm down and resume thrusting.

Given how stocky he was, Billy was a graceful fucker.  His fireplug was
more like a thick pickle, tapered at each end. It was easy at first,
stretched me wide, and them my sphincter served as a cock ring once he was
in deep.  Deep was not that deep but it was deep enough for complete
cock-prostate communion.  He was self -lubricating.

I came close to falling into a sexual trance. It was calm, rhythmic and
relaxing. When he finally shot off it was lovely. As before, I could feel
his forceful ejaculations. As his warm man cream flooded my rectum it was
soothing.  I was on the early shift the next day so I had to leave. Billy
was pretty well wiped out, but he was smiling when I left.

The next week was busy for me. Several officers were at a conference in
Washington on campus security and we were short-handed. There was a murder
two blocks from the campus. It was completely unrelated to the University,
but it spooked every one. Our department increased our visibility after
that sort of event to reassure the students and the public. I did several
double shifts.

I was also sent off to Atlantic University to coordinate police activities
between the schools. This was primarily a publicity gesture. Atlantic was a
comparatively small, expensive suburban school, with a homogenous student
population. Hanover University was a large urban school. We had little in
common. The Atlantic police chief was a pencil pusher who essentially went
to meetings. The head of operations, Grant Dudley ran the place and he was
knowledgeable. We got along well and exchanged ideas about dealing with
drunks.

Atlantic had a small police force and had an agreement that the City Police
would not set foot on the campus without clearance from the school. That
was fine when you were dealing with drunks, but could be a big problem if
there was a major incident. Grant told me that they solved most of their
problems by calling the parents and getting a donation to sweep the
incident under the rug.

Diving home, I realized that was a good fund raising scheme, but if a
student had a big problem, it might fester and grow. Hanover made a clear
distinction between being stupid and committing a crime.  We had a good
relationship with the City police and worked together with them and with
mental health professionals.

After a long week, I was looking forward to having a quiet and restful
weekend. On Saturday afternoon, Billy came knocking at my door. I was tired
and wanted to rest, but lust seemed to take control.

He was wearing a wife beater and lightweight jogging shorts. Billy was
nervous. "What we did the last time was really good," he said. "It's
getting hard to pretend that I'm not gay, isn't it?"

"Well, I think that fucking a guy's ass for the better part of an hour and
then draining you balls in him is a clear danger sign of Gay tendencies," I
replied.

"I had no idea it would be as good as it was. That was the first time I did
anything like that," Billy added. "I was wondering: what do you expect of
me? Do I need to do more? Are you looking for a partner?"

"I'm not a demanding man," I replied. "I seem to like some variety in my
playmates.  Does that bother you?  I like to top too, but that isn't a
requirement."

"I don't know what I want in a man," Billy said. "I know I'm not ready to
make a commitment. I love the sex part. I think I want to do more, but I
don't really know what more is. I do not know if more includes getting
fucked. The ideal of a cock in my ass and dumping his load in me isn't
appealing."

"Have you considered having my cock in your ass?" I asked. "You have
already sampled my cock scum." Billy didn't say anything, but his jogging
shorts tented. We went to my bedroom.

"What if I don't like it?" he asked.

"Let's make a deal. If you don't like it, we will pretend it never happened
and go back to the way it was before," I suggested. "If there is a problem,
just tell me and I will pull out." I could sense him relaxing.

"There is one other thing. I know you aren't gay and I'm not gay, but for
the next hour let's pretend we are flaming fags," I said. "Let's though out
all our inhibitions and go at it! It's just for an hour." Billy kissed me.

It was not easy and I stopped before I made any real headway. He wasn't
ready for it and I did not want him to have a bad experience. I did spend
some time sitting on his cock, and that was a great success. We were still
friends when he went home two hours later.

I did not see him for two or three weeks, and then he called and asked to
come over. He had a friend he wanted me to meet. The came by on the next
Sunday afternoon.

"Waldo, I's like you to meet my cousin, Franklin," Willy said. "We were
childhood friends." We shook hands and chatted a little. Franklin could
have passed as Billy's twin brother, except he was a little older. I
offered them a beer and we talked.

"We used to spend summer vacations together in a family cottage on a lake
in West Virginia," Billy said. "We have just renewed or friendship."

"I spent the last eight years in the Mid-East designing oil facilities,"
Franklin said. "I made a lot of money, but it was socially like a
jail. It's nice to free again."

"We discovered we liked the same things. I told him about you," Billy
said. "I thought we would all hit it off."

"Did you mess around as kids?" I asked.

"We skinny dipped a little," Franklin said. "I wish we had done more
messing around. Actually, I was afraid of the messy part of messing around.
I thought we would be caught. When Billy and I were playing, I discovered
the messy stuff was the best part. Billy squirts cock caviar."

"There isn't much about man sex I don't like," I said.

"Billy said you liked making rear deliveries," Franklin said. "He said you
were a big boy too. That sounded real good to me." I began to unbutton my
shirt. We went to the bedroom. Franklin and Billy were nearly identical,
Billy's cock was a bit thicker than Franklin's was and Franklin's meat was
longer.

"I've never been in a threesome," Franklin said, "are there any rules?"

"I don't think so. Just start sucking and see what happens," I said. That
approach worked.

Franklin was not as up tight as Billy and he had a good influence on Billy,
who relaxed too. I sucked Billy as Franklin sucked me. We switched places
after a while and Franklin was pumping out precum like a babbling brook. I
noticed that Franklin seemed to enjoy his cousin a lot too.

I licked Franklin's ball and when I returned to his cock, the flow had
doubled. Billy was sucking me by then and we formed a ring. All was
well. We took a break and Billy wen t off to get more beers from the
kitchen.

"Billy said you like to fuck. Will you do me?" Franklin asked. "I want it
bad."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Shit yes!" he replied. "Billy told me you were hot, but he didn't tell you
were this hot and a cop to boot."

"Do you want my spunk up your ass?"

"Breed me! Fill 'er up!" he replied.

Billy returned with the beers and I drank mine as I lubricated Franklin's
hole. Billy liked watching. As I worked the lubricant deeper in his hole,
Franklin seemed to like it more. I finished the beer.

"Billy, would you mind holding you cousins legs open. I like him to be real
open," I said. He did as I asked.

"Don't worry Franklin, I take my time," I said. I placed my cock at his ass
pucker and pushed. He was ready and my knob vanished on the first
thrust. The welcome mat was out and the back door was open. I took my time
but that was only because his rectum wrapped my cock so tightly and it felt
so good, I wanted it to last. I pushed deeper and Franklin when a little
crazy when my knob rubbed his prostate. A minute later I was fully
lodged. I was still and let him get used to it. I then began to thrust.

Franklin liked deep, hard thrusts followed by a slow withdrawal. After ten
minutes or so, Franklin asked me to pull out and give in a rest. I
understood and pulled away.  His precum coated cock stuck straight up as he
lay on the bed. I quickly straddled him and impaled myself on it.  Both
Billy, Franklin and I moaned.

I did a little dance on his cock and I felt him squirting his load into
me. I got off him and saw that Billy was on his back. He pulled up his legs
exposing his hole. This time there was only slight resistance at his
sphincter. Once I was in, all was well. I did not last long. I was too
excited for that.

We had a long session after that. Billy fucked me, and when he shot off I
had recovered enough to breed Franklin. After he took my load, he did
Billy. He liked the natural lube I had injected in Billy's ass. A little
later Billy added his own contribution to Franklin's rectum.