Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 07:54:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Bald Hairy Man <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Play Pen  Four

Play Pen Four

By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.com


This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site
by accident, not expecting to find gay stories.  No effort at realistic or
safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, please send
the to me at bldhrymn@aol.com

Everyone was wiped out and I didn't want a bunch of slightly drunk Prison
guards out on the highway so I asked the men to stay over.  They were all
willing and I told them there were four beds and two couches in the house
and to make do as well as they could. We all showered and went to bed.

I ended up sleeping with Carter and Juan.  I woke around five. Carter was
awake.

"Feeling alright?" I asked.

"Sure, my ass stings some." Carter answered. I reached over and toyed with
his cock. Fully relaxed, the cock head was deeply inside the foreskin. I am
cut, but seem to have been getting more and more interested in the skin. "I
felt some things last night I never felt before." He added.

"Want to try it again?" I asked.

"Sure do. But not today. I need to rest my hole. Never bottomed before. I
usually top."

"It can be uncomfortable until you find a cock that hits the right spot." I
said, feeling a touch of sympathy for the big man. "Did any one hit the
magic button?"

"Shit. They all did. Paul was great, and they got better as they got
bigger." He confessed. "When Butch sat on my cock while the Doc fucked me,
I thought I was dead and in heaven."

I had worked my finger into the foreskin and encountered the wet slippery
areas surrounding his oozing cock head. He wasn't erect yet, so it must
have been left over from the night before. "You may turn out to be a bottom
slut!" I said. I slid down in the bed and began to work my tongue through
the puckered tip of the foreskin. Carter sighed.

"You must be mind reader." He said. Juan was awake now and had been
listening to our conversation. He began to play with Carter's tits. I
reached over and played with Juan's cock as I lapped up the ooze in
Carter's skin. I was beginning to get excited. As Carter and Juan's members
began to rise, I began to feel the tingling sensations of sexual arousal. I
didn't know where this scene was going, but we were all interested in the
trip.

My tongue reached the head and I licked the underside of the gland. The
thin membrane connecting the head to the skin was sensitive.  His cock
twitched every time I touched it. Carter was moaning as his cock expanded
and trapped my tongue inside the skin with his bloated head.

Juan moved and lifted my ass, and buried his tongue in my hole. Carter
oozed a huge glob of pre cum, and the taste further excited me. The skin
was stretching tight as it tried to contain his cock head and my
tongue. Carter had a convulsion and the head popped free of the skin and I
deep throated his entire cock.  I was so pre-occupied with the cock, I
barely noticed that Juan had his head at my back door. He didn't knock. He
just barged in. Carter's orgasm flooded my mouth and with three thrusts,
Juan filled my ass.

"See what I mean!" Butch said, standing at the door to the bed room. "Slam
bam, thank you ma'am."  Carter and Juan were too involved in their orgasms
to notice. I began to feel some sympathy for Butch's training program. I
hadn't shot off yet, and would have liked a longer play period.

Butch was on duty this Saturday, as were Juan and Chuck, so Juan quicky
dressed and left. I made breakfast for Carter and Catfish. Paul had spent
the night too. Beau drove up and joined us. The conversation turned to my
farm. "What do you do with the slave quarters?" Catfish asked.

"Nothing now. They are stabilized, but I don't have the money to restore
them.  They are too small for a family to rent." I said.  "I guess you've
figured that my life style limits the tenants I would like to have living
here?"

"Can we go inside?" Carter asked. We cleared the breakfast dishes and went
out too the quarters. They were diminutive wood frame buildings with steep,
metal covered roofs. They only had two rooms with a fireplace in between.

"As far as we can tell each room held an entire family." I said. Each room
was about fourteen by fourteen feet and had a ceiling height of about seven
feet. The two giants, Beau and Carter looked at the spaces as if they were
the guest suite at the Hanoi Hilton. Paul and Catfish were small men and
seemed intrigued.

"This would make a nice little apartment." Catfish said. I could almost see
his mind working. "It would be easy to fix up the place."

"I've restored the rest of the place I don't think I can afford to get
these buildings habitable until the state gets a lot more generous with its
employees." I said.

"Oh hell!" Paul said. "I need to get home, I got things to do and places to
go."  This announcement inspired a general departure of everyone except for
Beau.  Beau clearly had something he wanted to say, apart from the other
men.

After they left, he started talking. "We found another set of cameras, and
a computer hook up."

"Computer hook up?"

""Quick cam to a modem connected to some one in Richmond." He said.

"Was it still working?" I asked.

"It could work.  That is it was operable, but it had not been connected
since you've been here." Beau said. "I checked the phone logs." I took
charge of the prison eighteen months earlier.

"Do you know to whom it connects?"

"Ready for a big time political problem?" He asked. "The Lieutenant
Governor's office.  Private line."

"Curiouser and Curiouser!" I had some trouble getting this information to
sink in. "Do you know when it was installed?"

"I sure do. Two years ago when our current governor held that office." Beau
said." Just before he got elected on the Christian, anti-gay platform.  Do
you remember the screw up that occurred when you were assigned here?"  My
appointment caused considerable confusion in high places in Richmond. I had
attributed it to suspicions about my politics and unmarried status.

"The head of the Board of Corrections appointed you because the governor
was out of sate and Warden Baldric died of a heart attack. Baldric was a
closet queen if there ever was one, and the head of the Board of
Corrections wasn't in on the scheme."

"Senator Williamson was the head then." I said. "As close to being a normal
Republican as they get. Wasn't going to let the Governor rollover his own
power base."

"He out foxed the governor, and they couldn't get the cameras out, or a
friendly warden in.  What do we do with this information?" Beau asked.

"I don't think I am going to do anything with it. But I may just let Warden
Smith in on our secret. He has no tendency to show mercy." Smith's brother
was an ambitious state legislator, of comparatively moderate politics.
Smith was ambitious himself, and while he was fundamentally unscrupulous as
to getting his way, he had a genuine disgust with hypocrites. While he was
deep in the closet, he never bashed gays, and was true to his friends. "I
think we might invite him over for dinner sometime soon."

I called Charlie Smith that Monday and asked him over. He said Friday would
be fine. His wife was off to visit her mother in Roanoke for the week end
and he could use a good meal.  I recalled that Charley was the least
domestic man I had ever known, truly unable to boil water.

"And how have those men I sent you worked out?" He asked.

"Better than I could have guessed." I said. "As you may well imagine, Butch
is working them into our way of doing things. He thinks they need to be
more flexible."

"I have another two guys to trade. One is my staff psychologist, and the
other an electrician. I think they would fit your operation well." Charlie
said. "Will Butch be at our dinner?  I'd like to talk to him again."

"Butch will be there, and another guy. Will that be a problem?" I asked.

"Hey, Warden Willie. Your friends are my friends." Charlie said. He said he
would be here by seven on Friday.  The rest of the week was
uneventful. Exercise class was a success.  Catfish and Chuck spoke to me
about the slave quarters on the farm.

They wanted to fix the buildings up in exchange for rent. They would
provide the labor, if I provided the materials. I was skeptical, but they
offered to put in a day or two of work to demonstrate their construction
skills, so I agreed to give them a try.

This was a sensible scheme, until Thursday night when the motel the two men
were staying in burned. Their rooms survived, but the place was closed so
they moved into the slave quarters on Friday afternoon. There was a shower
and toilet in the pool hose so they didn't need to bother me in the main
house, but I was uneasy about backing into a situation with two tenants.

I arrived home at five thirty and found the two of them ensconced in one of
the two houses. Their trucks were loaded with their possessions and tools,
and I realized that they must have worked construction at some time in
their life. I told them that I had a guest that night and that they were to
keep out of the way.  They might not even notice that I had a house
guest. They understood.

Charlie arrived on time as did Butch and Beau. We filled him in on our
discoveries of the taping system. He didn't say a word. But I could tell
his mind had gone into overdrive. He would find a way to use it.  We had
dinner and sat down outside sipping a drink as the sun set.  Beau and
Charlie got along well, and the sexual chemistry was good. I told them
about my temporary tenants.

"Good move on your part." Charlie said. "The staff loves it when you help
out in an emergency.  They feel they and depend on you."  As if on cue, we
heard splashing in the pool and wandered over to see what was up. Catfish
and Chuck were swimming laps. When Catfish saw us, he swam over .

" Sorry to bother you, we were just trying to cool off." He said. Chuck
swam over , and even in the dim light you could tell he was naked.

"Warden Smith," I said. These are two of our new recruits, Catfish Noland
and Chuck Smith."

"It's nice to meet another Charles Smith!" Charlie said as he extended his
had to them.

"Actually, Chuck isn't my nick name. It's my name." Chuck said standing up
in the water exposing half of his cock.

"Cooling off sounds pretty good to me. It's a hot night." Warden Smith
said. "Let's take a dip."

We stripped and got in the water. I admit that everyone in the group had a
good idea of the lay of the land.  The water was cool and refreshing. It
was also clear that Charlie and Chuck were interested in each other.  They
discussed potential relationships, and discovered that their families were
both originally f rom Amelia County. "We must be cousins." Charlie said.

"Kissing cousins?" Chuck asked.

I'd rather be a fucking or sucking cousin." Charlie said and he got out of
the pool and sat on the edge.  Chuck wasn't the brightest guy in the world,
but he knew an invitation when he saw it and he started to suck the
warden's cock. I sat on the edge next to Charlie and Catfish began to lick
my head. Butch went over to Charlie and sat next to him on the other side.
Beau came up behind Catfish, lifted him up and lowered he onto his cock.

Beau was 6'-4 and Catfish was 5'3", and I knew that Catfish's feet weren't
touching the floor of the pool. He was solely supported by Beau's cock.
Catfish seemed to like it, "Got you hooked!" Beau said.

"I wouldn't mind hooking me something tonight." Catfish said. Beau lifted
Catfish up, and showed Charlie the small man's huge, and very erect cock.

"Chuck and Charlie, you were both virgins a week ago. Tonight should be a
good time to open up again and enjoy it more." Butch said. "The more you do
it the better you will like it. I'm sure Catfish would mind giving you a
lesson or two."

"Shit, I still have my training wheels on!" Charlie said. "That donkey dong
looks like it's suited for someone looking for a graduate degree." He
paused. "I guess that means you Willy boy?"

Butch must have told Charlie much more about my sexual interests that I had
thought. But Catfish did look mighty appealing. He had wrapped his legs
around Beau for augment the stiff cock lodged in his ass. Beau has his arm
around his chest and Catfish looked like a figurehead on a ship.  That is
if figure heads sported ten to twelve inch erections. Butch had brought
some lubricant to the pool so I coated Catfish's dong and worked some into
my ass. I laid back on the pool edge and opened up.

It was Catfish's cock, but Beau was doing the fucking. He directed the cock
into my hole. Catfish was game, but could only move his cock an inch or so
by tensing up and relaxing. It took three tries to find my asshole.

"Beau, I'm at the door!" Catfish said. "Let's ease our way in."

"Still hard?" Beaus asked.

"I sure am!" Catfish said. "So is the warden.  Slip forward so my whole
head is in the door." Beau had fucked me many time and knew what I
liked. He shoved forward an inch or so and forced the cock head through the
sphincter. Catfish's head was massive.

"Go deep!"  I cried. I felt the shock of entry. My ass filled, and I
moaned; so did Catfish. Beau rammed his ass as Catfish rammed mine.  I
couldn't talk, it felt like there wasn't room in my ass for my
prostate. Beau pulled back. I could breath, then rammed forward. Every time
the pressure was unbearably pleasurable. He did this ten or twelve times
and I shot, spraying a huge load on my chest. "He's shot, Beau!" Catfish
said.

Beau pulled back, and Catfish's cock was free, hard and began to spew.
"Damn! It looks like a fucking fountain!" Charlie said. In the moonlight
arc after arc of cum shot through the air and splattered on my chest and on
the paving around the pool. The cum sat on top of my hairy torso and looked
like pearls in the light. As Catfish finished, Beau lifted him off of his
cock and sprayed me with a third load of cum.

Damn that's feels good!" Beau cried. We were all winded. "Catfish, you
whole insides were contracting and spasming. It was like a milking
machine!"

"Damn it if I don't like my visits here, Willy!" Charlie said. He was on
his back at the edge of the pool , had his legs spread and Chuck was
rimming him. "Something needs scratching six inches in my ass!"

 Chuck stood up. His cock stood straight out.  "I got seven, go you mind if
I over shoot?"

"No problem, cousin." Charlie said. Butch coated both men's cocks with
lubricant, and worked a few fingers into the warden's ass.

Chuck positioned his head at Charlie's ass and thrust deep. He pulled out
immediately and was ready for a second thrust.

"Slow down, man!" Butch said, "This ain't a race!" Butch restrained
Chuck. "If the warden doesn't mind, we're going to have a lesson in slow
screwing." Butch did not wait for the warden's consent.

"Now Chuck, just work that head of your into the hole, slow like." Butch
gave detailed instructions. " You've got a nice knob there. That's where
most of the feeling in you cock is so we want to get it nice and
shinny. Just pop it inside a few times."

"Charlie, you just tell me when Chuck hits something nice and I'll get him
to stop and do it again. Ley's go another few inches in, nice and slow."
The instructions were detailed and clearly what Charlie and Church wanted.
Charlie was squirming as Chuck went deeper.  "Now you're inside all the
way.  Now Chuck's going to pull out, and Charlie can then the grab the
slippery cock of yours and hold it"

"Jeeze! That's great!" Chuck cried. "Fucking great!"

"Now let's repeat the lesson, until you get it right." Butch
instructed. The two men were undulating together ans Chuck got into the
scene. I was flat out on my back recovering from Catfish's donkey dong,
when Butch came over, spread me wide and fucked me. I admit he had been in
my ass many times over the last eighteen months, and the cock was as
exciting as it was the first time.

He looked like Sean Connery, or a Colt model, but was surprisingly
interested in his partners. He told me once that he liked to find all of a
guys hot spots. He would turn them all on and what the guy dissolve in
sexual ecstasy.  He knew my spots and discovered that they coincided with
his interests. We were perfect lovers.

`I'm shooting!" Chuck cried. Charlie popped the same time and Butch
followed. The games for the night were over.