Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 17:37:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long Summer 4

Long Summer 4

By Bald Hairy Man

If you are offended by gay sex or are underage, DON'T read this story. This
is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex is made in
this story.  If you have comments, write me at bldhrymn@excite.com, or
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


Waldo turned out to be a nice guy and appreciative. I was a worldly
sophisticate to him.  He also thought I was handsome and smart.  This was a
new experience for me.  I had always thought of myself as average and I was
flattered by Waldo's attention.

Waldo knew less about sex than I did and that was nice too. Joe and his
friends were experienced, but it was fun to try things out without
worrying. I was afraid what I was doing was wrong.  Waldo hadn't done
anything other than sucking off a trucker at a rest stop once.  He was
curious and once we broke the ice, he wasn't afraid to try things out.

I was curious too, but wouldn't admit it. When we had sex, Waldo would ask
if it was okay, and then would ask what might make it better. After I got
Joe settled for the night, Waldo would drop in for a shower and we explored
cock sucking. We discovered there's a lot to like about cock sucking. This
went on for a week or so, then Waldo had to go back to school of several
days to take an exam.

When he returned, we sucked for a while then he asked me in a whisper if I
knew about fucking.  I told him what I knew.  He was really excited by that
and wanted to try it.

"You want to get fucked?" I asked.  From the look on Waldo's face I could
tell he hadn't thought of that.  He wanted to fuck, not to bottom.  Waldo's
face looked confused, then crestfallen. "You want to fuck me?"

"No, it's a silly idea, I'm sorry I brought it up," Waldo said.  He looked
frightened, as if I was going to get mad at him for suggesting it.

"If you want to, we can try it," I said.  "You need to take your time.  Can
you do that?"

Waldo nodded. "You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not, it's just that you're big.  You need to take your time," I
said.  I had told him what I knew but had given no details of my experience
with Joe and his friends. Joe was experienced and I suspected getting
fucked by a guy on first try might be very different.

"I've never fucked a guy," Waldo said.  "Shit, I've never fucked anyone."
He was silent for a few seconds.  "I'd like to try it."

I was uneasy about it, since Waldo was new to anal.  He was a big boy and
it might be rough. Fortunately Waldo was more worried about hurting me than
I was. It turned out Waldo was also a natural top. He instinctively knew
what to do. Later he mentioned that while he was big, he could fit into
small places. Waldo was talking about his entire body, but his description
fit his cock too.

I wanted to try sitting on it, but Waldo wanted to try it doggy style. I
got on my hands and knees and he got behind me.  He liked lubricant and he
squirted some in my ass, then used his finger to work it in deeper. His
finger was thick and it felt good.  He rammed my prostate.  I think this
was by accident, but Waldo knew a good thing when he found it.

I was really enjoying that when he positioned his cock in my hole. He
nudged it in carefully, making small pumping movements. His mushroom head
was shaped like a nose cone and my ass relaxed. He pushed a little harder
and it popped in.

Waldo put one arm on my shoulder and one on the small of my back. He pulled
up on my shoulder and down with the other hand arching my back. The next
thing I knew, his goat balls were flopping on my balls and I was fucked. My
arched back must have been the perfect match for his rock hard, curved
cock.  It was wonderful.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"It's fine," I said.  He made two or three deep thrusts.

"Shit, I'm shooting!" he cried. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass.
He must have had ten or twelve massive ejaculations. He continued to twitch
for a while, then he pulled out.

"I guess you liked it?"  I asked.

"Damn," he replied.  "I had no idea it would be that good. Sorry I shot so
fast. I couldn't help it."

"That's all right," I said. We talked for a while then Waldo went to bed.

About a half hour later, Waldo knocked at my door. "Glen, do you think we
might do it again?  You don't have to if you don't want to. It's hard for
me to believe how good it was," he said.

"Well, come in and let's see if we can do it again," I said. To make a long
story short, we did it again and it was better than the first time. This
time Waldo held off for five or six minutes before he popped. He fell
asleep in my bed.

He woke up at four in the morning, cuddled up to me from the rear.  He
eased his cock into my ass a third time. His cock was like the bow of a
violin, and my prostate was the instrument.  This time we made beautiful
music for an hour or so. I didn't know a guy could stay hard for so long,
but Waldo did it. I had enjoyed getting fucked before, but this was
different. It was a gentle massage of my most private parts by his organ.

When Joe screwed me, I was acutely conscious of the huge organ occupying my
ass. With Waldo it was what he did with his cock, more than its size. At
six Waldo went to his bedroom and I slept until Joe got up. It was a full
day with business meetings in the morning and therapy in the
afternoon. Waldo had a class that night, so Joe and I were alone.

After dinner we went to the pool. In the water Joe could maneuver much more
easily, but with less stress.  "I heard you and Waldo going at it last
night," he said. "Was it as good as it sounded?"

"I'm sorry.  Did we wake you up? I didn't know you could hear from my
bedroom."

"I can't. Somehow you must have switched the intercom on," Joe said. I must
have blushed. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, I liked listening. It was a
real turn on. Did you enjoy it as much as Waldo did?"

"I guess I got really into it," I said. "It was different."

"Waldo's a lover, not a fucker," Joe said.

"It's all fucking, isn't it?" I asked.

Joe laughed.  "That's the only word we have, but it covers a wide range of
sexual activities. By nature I'm a fucker. I like to get the cock in an ass
and go at it like a pile driver. Now when you sat on my cock, was I fucking
you, or were you fucking me? It was anal sex, but I was the passive
partner. You were impaling yourself."

"Fucking is one thing if you are in control and another if you're on the
receiving end," he said. "I would guess Waldo was giving you something more
akin to an anal massage?"

"That would describe it," I said. "It wasn't like you."

"Did I hurt you?" Joe asked, looking concerned.

"No, you were more intense," I explained, "there was a flood of sensations,
I couldn't get my bearings. It hurt some when you first got in.  Once you
got going, it was so good it didn't make any difference."

"I love to fuck, but I'm not into pain," Joe said. "I've fucked some guys
who wanted it just to say they could take someone as big as me. I don't
mind satisfying a man's curiosity, but if it hurts them, it's a real turn
off."

"If they want a big cock, why not try a dildo?"

"Cocks are aren't the same, boy!" Joe proclaimed. "Dildos are poor
substitute for the real thing. If they were the same, they'd be on sale in
every drug store in the nation. The cock is a sensory organ. It's hard but
warm and there are no hard edges. It self lubricates when the going is
good."

"I guess it was made for fucking." I remarked.

"Mine was, and so was Waldo's," Joe said. "I was uneasy when I fucked you.
You were tense and frightened.  Of course I knew you were horny. Mike and
Willy had taken care of the introductory classes.  I knew you liked it and
if you could take me, you would love it."

"I was afraid you'd think it was a slut or something," I said.

"I was hoping you were a slut!"  Joe said, laughing. "You're not a slut.
You're receptive. It's good to know your prospective sex partner is
willing. Years ago I went to the bars a few times. Spending six hours of
drinking and conversation and then discovering a guy is saving himself for
Mr. Right is a pain."

"You were looking for just sex?" I asked.

"There's no such thing as just sex," Joe replied, "If it's just sex, you're
doing it wrong. I don't think there's anything wrong with two guys getting
together and fucking themselves to heaven and back. It's a lot better than
drinking themselves to sleep."

It was a little chilly outside, so we went in the house and I got Joe
showered and ready for bed. I sucked him in the shower and he gave me a
good load.  Returning to my room, I made sure the intercom was turned off.

Waldo returned at 10:00 and came in for a shower. We talked as he dried
off.

"You know, I could really get into this fucking business big time," he
said.

"Not noticed some enthusiasm on your part." I remarked.

"It seems to me you showed some enthusiasm too," Waldo continued. "Let me
ask you a question.  If you like to fuck, do you have to a cock in the ass
too?  I'm not sure I could do that."

"I'm not sure, but I don't think there are any hard and fast rules," I
said. "I kind of assume the more you do, the easier it is to make friends."

"My hole's really tight," he said. I was on the bed and rolled over so he
could see my ass. That was inspiration enough for Waldo.  Two weeks
earlier, I don't think I could have visualized being in bed with a guy
slowly pumping his eight-inch cock into my ass.  Now, that seemed to be the
most natural thing in the world.

Waldo came quickly, but he left his cock in my ass.  I waited until he got
hard again and he resumed his massage. It was relaxing. Waldo left early
the next morning for his job.  It was Friday and Ruby was off for the
weekend.  I had a lot of cooking to do.  Joe was busy with work and the day
flew by.

When ruby left, Joe told me Willy and Mike were coming over after
dinner. "Mike had a friend he's like us to meet," Joe explained.

Waldo got back from work, and joined us in the kitchen. Joe told him about
our company.  "You're free to join us, if you're in the mood."  The phone
rang and it was an important call for Joe, he went to the den to answer it.

I clued Waldo in on the Willy and Mike. "I don't know if I could get naked
with some guys I don't know," he said. "I'm no beef cake model."

"I wouldn't worry about that," I explained. "You'll have no problem getting
along."

"There's another problem.  Joe's my patient.  I don't know if it's right to
mix work and pleasure?" Waldo mused.

Joe returned to the room.  He had overheard the last part of our
conversation. "If you want to join us, please do," Joe said. "Willy works
for me 40 hours a week and we're sex buddies for an hour or two every few
weeks. I've never demanded anything extra form him, and he's never tried to
get special treatment from me. What happens in Los Vegas stays in Los
Vegas."

Waldo said he'd join us. He went off to get some work done in the garden
before it got dark. He was a hard worker and took his deal to do gardening
in exchange for a room seriously. Willy and his friends came at 8:30.  The
sun had all but set. Willy was in his trademark Hawaiian shirt. Mike
introduced a guy who was with him as Russ. Russ was maybe forty, a bit
beefy and looked like me might have been an auto mechanic like Mike. He had
a close-cropped, ginger colored beard.

Willy introduced his friend, Gussy. Gussy was an older Englishman, bald and
pink. He had a white beard and a flamboyant, curled handlebar mustache. He
looked like the old Victorian Major you see in old movies. It turned out he
was an actor who was in town teaching a class in Shakespeare at a local
university.

We went to the pool and talked. Russ turned out to be a welder.  He and
Mike were interested in Joe's metal brace and they got into a detailed
conversation on that subject.  I was with Willy and Gussy. Gussy was a good
conversationalist.  Waldo joined the group.  He had just showered after his
gardening chores. I think he was relived to see Mike and Russ there.  He
could tell they were like souls.

It had been a hot day and Joe wanted to get in the pool. I helped him out
of his clothes. And then I stripped and got in the warm water. Waldo eased
Joe.  He was so big.  He had no problem with Joe's hefty body. The rest of
the men stripped and joined us.  I was so busy with Joe, I didn't get a
chance to check out the equipment, except for Gussy. He had big balls, but
not much cock.  He was uncut and I could only see the puckered foreskin.
The rest of the cock must have been buried in his bush.

Clothed, Gussy looked fat, naked.  He was a muscleman. He had wide
shoulders, a barrel chest and his paunch turned out to be a sculpted six
packs. He was hairy, but since his hair was white it was hard to see.

Gussy was checking out the equipment too. He did a double take when he saw
Joe's meat and had a long look at Waldo. The water was warm and it was a
good temperature for Joe.

Mike, Russ, Waldo and I did lapps and had a few informal races. I was
surprised at how well Russ moved in the water.

I mentioned this to Russ and he laughed. "I've got a swimmer's body as long
as you remember Sea Lions are good swimmers.  The water's not just for
otters."

"You seem to power yourself through the water," I observed. Russ had a
massive upper body and shoulders.

"Do you work out?" Gussy asked.  He liked what he saw.

"I'm a welder and sometimes blacksmith," Russ said. "I spend a lot of time
lifting heavy metal. You're into weight training?"

"I'm not into it, but I do it," Gussy replied. "I was in a play several
years ago that required me to bulk up. I just happened to meet a young stud
there.  What started as chore turned into a pleasure. For a while, at
least."

"You wore the young stud out?" Russ asked.

"He was after someone with a lot more ready cash to offer," Gussy said. "I
knew it wasn't my physical beauty, but I hadn't guessed he wanted a sugar
daddy.  There's no fool like an old fool."

"From personal experience, I can attend there's no need to be old to be a
fool," Russ said. "My momma says I need to be a lot more picky about who I
bring home. I seem to find guys who need help, guys I can save.  Momma
finally told me a lot of men make their own bad luck."

"I like pretty boys," Gussy said. "I use to be one, and when I got older I
spent a good twenty years trying to look young. I finally gave up on it,
ditched my wig and grew a beard. Sudenly I had work again."

"And you've given up on pretty boys?" Waldo asked.  Gussy nodded. "And waht
are you looking for now?"

"I like spending a night with congenial company," Gussy replied. "Although
I have to admit, if it's congenial company that likes to fuck like
rabbits. That's fine with me too."

"Maybe this is your lucky night," Waldo said.