Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 19:02:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: the Snowman, Toad and Badger 2

The Snowman, Toad and Badger 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, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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I figured I was just a guy who was into cock, not a gay guy. Gay guys were
florists or arty types. No one was less arty then me. I wasn't in love with
Toad or Badger. We were just messing around.  I discovered a few things
about being gay and about me in the next few months.

After 20 years with Mom, I assumed your main job was the take care of the
persons you lived with. I was shocked when I discovered Toad and Badger
could take care of themselves and they were actually helpful. The helped
with rent, cleaning and cooking.  They were careful about paying their
share of the expenses. When we pooled our resources, we could live a lot
better than we could on our individual incomes.

It was also nice to talk about things. Mom had only one subject of
conversation, her currant boyfriends or prospects. Toad liked to hike and
fish. Badger was a NASCAR fan, and he liked to go places. We went to
Washington and saw the Smithsonian.  I was surprised at how much fun that
was.

I also discovered that having regular sex with a guy tended to generated
deeper feelings. Badger told me he thought that were the cock went,
eventually the brain followed. I wouldn't say that I was in love with Toad
or Badger.  Whatever I felt, it was a lot more than being a pal.

I liked being with them, and I wasn't alone anymore. Of course, I wasn't
alone with Mom, but that was a one-way street. Grand Dad was good too, but
I barely knew him. Toad, Badger and I got to be real close.

There was one other good aspect to our relationship. I'm not too
adventurous or imaginative.  I tend to stick to the tried and true. I would
never have thought of going to Washington to see a museum, or gone hiking
the Appalachian Trail on my own. I liked doing that sort of stuff, but left
to my own devices I would stay home and putter around the house. They were
willing to explore new things.  I liked doing that, but would not have done
it without them.

As far as I knew, we were the only cock-sucking construction workers in the
world. What we did was vastly more exciting than anything I had done
before. Toad and Badger knew there were other guys out there like us who
liked the same things. They also knew there were a slew of different ways
to get off.

This is where my lack of imagination limited me. I discovered the orgasm
when I was twelve or thirteen. My objective was to go from being soft to
having an orgasm as fast as possible. I didn't want anyone to know I was
doing it. I will say I could win an orgasmic speed competition hands down.

Badger thought the most fun was in the trip, not the destination. In his
view, the longer the tip, the better it was. Orgasms only last a few
seconds. Badger's goal was to spend an hour or two getting to the orgasm.

While I am not imaginative, I saw the advantage to this approach. As we got
into it, the sex sessions lasted longer and longer. The sex kept on getting
better. We also relaxed some and did more stuff. I thought sucking a cock
was pretty heavy stuff for me, but there was much more, all of it fun.

It took a while for me to relax. As we became use to each other, Badger and
Toad were more directly willing to tell me things they thought about or
wanted to try. Toad was small and guys had treated him badly. He told us
about some of the stuff. Badger figured the real problem wasn't the actual
sex, but was the lack of sexual skills and desire. He had always hated
vegetables when he was a kid and his mom made him eat them. He liked them
now that he was adult and it was his choice. I think there was a lot to
that.

No one ever made advances to me once I was over thirteen. There had been a
couple of episodes when I was a kid with Mom's boyfriends. Some were nice
men, but others had no desire to have a kid horning in on quality time with
Mom. They were nasty, but I was good at hiding. After 13, it was too big to
mess with. By the time, I was fifteen I was way too big and kind of
scary. People just got out of the way.  No body messed with me.

No one was scared of Toad or Badger. Some guys like to pick on small guys;
Toad told me some made passes at him. Toad never said no. He was
intimidated. He said some guys were nasty and wanted him just to suck them
off. Others wanted the same thing, but were nice about it.

"I didn't like it much, but in some ways it was nice to have someone pay
attention to me," he explained. "Most people didn't notice I was there.  I
was like a piece of not very attractive furniture in the corner of the room
most of the time."

"I never had a problem with dirty old men," I said. Actually, I did have a
problem with a man named Rex.  He was nasty and mean when Mom wasn't
looking. I think he would have done something if I hadn't made myself
scarce.

That summer we were working on a big church addition. The Strike Team was
working on indoors alterations. It involved removing some concrete block
walls and opening up a rat's nest of rooms to make a new music area.  I was
there to do the heavy demolition, but Old Tom used us for the work because
of Toad. He liked cleaning things up. The building continued in use during
the construction. Neatness counted here.

The Choir Director never set foot in the construction area.  He wasn't the
type to get his suit dusty. The assistant choir director, Mr. Jones, was
looking over the project. He was up tight, nervous and I think he was
scared of us. He visited the work area with Old Tom every day. He wasn't
the type to say anything to the laborers. The Choir Director was a big and
imposing man; Mr. Jones was not.

Jones was a cross between Don Knotts and Woody Allen. He wasn't actually a
small man, but he gave the impression he was small and insignificant. Old
Tom told me he was the workhorse of the operation.  The Choir Director was
just a front man. It was a wealthy church and the Director hung out with
the upper crust.

We had been working there for a month or two when Toad asked me if he could
bring a friend to the house for some fun.  I asked who he was and then told
him it was oaky before he answered. I didn't own the house; we rented it.
He could bring anyone home he wanted.

"It's a guy from the church," he said. "We met in the men's rest room. He
was nice, but he told me he had never done it anywhere other than a rest
room. I told him I had a place I shared with some pals.  We had a pond and
went skinny-dipping sometimes. He wanted to know if I ever had it to
myself.  I said no, but my friends were into man sex too. I said you guys
wouldn't mind and you might even join in.  That turned him on big time."

"Which guy is it?" I asked.

"He might lose his nerve so I don't want to tell unless he comes," Toad
said. "He's really afraid someone would tell.  No one here is into kissing
and telling."

"Does he know we do a lot more than skinny dipping ?"  I asked.

"Don't worry about that," Toad said. "I could tell he was willing to play."

Saturday morning Toad got a call.  The guy was going to come over that
afternoon. While I wasn't exactly surprised it was Jones, I didn't think a
man like him would have had enough nerve. I didn't understand the lure of
sex. He came in and Toad asked him if he wanted a beer.  That was way too
much for Jones, but he did have a Coke. Badger was away that afternoon so
it was just the three of us.

"I feel like a swim," Toad said out of the blue. "Do you guys want to join
me?"

I said sure, so we trooped off to the pond.  It was hot as usual, but not
humid. It was a pretty day with full sun. I put the tarp out. By the time I
had it on the ground, Toad and Jones were naked. I stripped quickly.

"I've never done anything like this before," Jones said.

"Relax and just let nature take its course," I said. That was when I saw
Jones' cock. He had a long, thin, white snake that almost hung to his
knees. "Damn you have a beauty!" I said. "That belongs in a museum."

"Dad told me it was gross." Jones said.

"Hell no," I replied. "It would win first prize at the country fair! Damn,
it might win something at the state fair." My comments might not have been
exactly the right thing to say, but they got things off to a good start. We
all jumped in the water and played a little. Jones relaxed some. I think he
might have been expecting to be killed, or struck by lightning by a
wrathful god. God must have needed more sin than that and we proceeded to
get into it hot and heavy.

Jones went after Toad's beer can style organ. I took care of the snake. It
didn't get much longer or fatter when he was hard. It turned down, rather
than up like most hard cocks. I tried to suck it, but I swallowed it
instead. The whole thing slid down my throat and my nose was buried in his
bush. When I swallowed, Jones went a bit crazy. That was good for me. I
pulled off and I suctioned a mouthful of his ball juices.

Jones was a wimpy looking man and I expected a watery drool from his
balls. He had filled my mouth with a thick, rich and sweet man juice, more
like jelly that drool.

Toad and I traded places and Toad discovered he could swallow it too. It
was like watching a sword swallower at a circus.  My cock his both thick
and long. Jones had no problem with taking my entire organ on his first
effort. The three of us made friends quickly.

 Jones was the palest man I had ever seen. I don't think he ever went
outside. He was thin, but in better shape that I would have thought. He
must have worked out some. He was a good born-again Christian who had
avoided every earthly temptation. Of course sex was on the list of
forbidden activities, along with smoking, drinking and gambling. He also
had avoided drinking coffee, coke and going to the movies.

He did not associate with people who weren't devout Baptists as much as
possible. Unfortunately you can't fool Mother Nature. He was gay as a
three-dollar bill, but the pressure had built up to an almost unbearable
level. When he encountered Toad in the Men's room, the dam broke. It wasn't
just that he had sex with a man; it was that in his view god should have
smitten him. There were no earthquakes, or volcanic eruptions, or even a
bolt of lightning.

The odd thing was that Jones never looked back; He went from being a
complete novice to a sex-crazed cocksucker in a few minutes. I think he was
a natural cocksucker and as soon as his mouth touched a man's cock, he was
hooked. In some ways I think god was looking after him. He first sucked
Toad and then me. We are both nice guys and if you wanted a good
introduction to man sex, we were good people to start with. We liked it as
much as Jones did and it turned into a mutual genital appreciation
society. He liked it as much as we did.

Jones had to go to a choir practice so the day's fun was soon over. I
wondered if he would come back. He was so exhilarated when he left, I
wondered if he would crash later. It seemed to me that a single afternoon
of naked sex wouldn't be enough to erase years of Southern Baptist prudery.

When we were back at work on Monday, Jones was the same as he had been
before, timid and afraid.  As we drove back home that night, Toad told me
he had met Jones in the men's room again and he wanted to come over that
evening. "Is that all right with you?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied. "Does he know that Badger is with us too?"

"I told him that," Toad said. "He doesn't mind. To tell you the truth, I
think that sort of excited him. I told him that Badger is a big boy. I know
that excited him!"

We had been home for a half hour when Jones drove up. We were sitting on
the porch having a wind down beer. It was good that Jones wasn't a gambling
man; he didn't have a poker face.  I kept on staring at Badger's
crotch. Badger noticed and he spent some time rearranging his equipment to
show better.

In the summer we usually went to the pond to clean up rather than using the
shower.  Jones was more than willing to join us. Badger's cock did not
disappoint him. Jones was the first real size queen I even met. I'm big,
but I would guess I'm on the larger edge of average.  I'm nice and thick,
if you like that. Luckily both Toad and Badger have big mouths so they can
both suck it.

The foursome was good.  I spent most of the time working over Toad while
Badger and Jones went at it. Somehow Badger had a good sense of what Jones
wanted. I also think Badger had quite a bit more experience than I had with
man sex.

I was busy suctioning some of Toad's high test from his balls, when I
looked over and saw Jones on his back with his legs on Badger's shoulders.
Jones was rock hard; Badger's cock was nowhere to be seen. Badger was
gently pumping his cock into Jones' over stretched ass.

We had never fucked before, but Jones and Badger obviously liked it. Badger
looked over and saw me watching, "Jones here had a scratch he couldn't
reach," he said. "He had a nice tight one.  Would you like to take a poke?"

"Does he want another cock?" Toad asked.  Toad was always polite.

"I'm pretty sure there is nothing you could do with a cock that Jones
wouldn't like," Badger said, "I know the type." I had no idea how he knew,
but he was right. For the next forty-five minutes Toad, Badger and I took
turns fucking Jones. Jones couldn't get enough.

Toad and I had never fucked a man before, and we had a hard time getting
enough of it too. It was a perfect combination. Everyone was happy. I knew
little of fucking and assumed Badger's cock would have been enough, but
Jones wanted more. I also assumed that Badger's thick horse cock would have
stretched his hole wide.  It many have done that, but it felt nice an tight
to me and to Toad too.

I didn't have any expectations about fucking a man, and if I did. I would
have had no thoughts that Jones would be a good bottom. I was third in line
and I had just watched Toad make a deposit in Jones' ass. As he pulled out
I pushed in. Jones was tight, but he offered no resistance. I liked Toad's
ball juice as a taste treat, but I had never thought of it as a
lubricant. Jones' ass was tight, slippery and form fitting. It felt really
good. Jones quivered and shook in response. I knew I was hitting the right
places.  While I was a novice at fucking, I knew I was doing well. Jones
was just moaning and twitching; his cock was hard and drooling.  He gut was
covered in his own precum and sweat.  All was well.

At work, Jones was prim and proper. Every hair was always in place, his
shirts were always pressed and when he came to the job site he was careful
not to touch anything in case he got some dust on his clothes. He was a
mess now, but he was also smiling, when he wasn't gasping for air. I
pounded him for ten minutes or so, and then added my spunk to the man brew
in his ass. Badger was ready for seconds.

I went back to the house and made burgers for everyone. I was hungry. We
ate naked on the back porch. We were all pretty relaxed, even Jones. I
think he was too tired out to resume is usual character.

"That was one hell of a workout we gave you," Badger said. "You may be sore
tomorrow."

"I was worth it," Jones said. "I didn't know anything could be so good."

""I've never fucked a guy before," I said. "I didn't know it was that good
either. That could get to be habit forming."

"Was it that good for you?" Jones asked. "I've never done it before
either."

"That was your maiden run?" Badger asked.  Jones nodded.

"You must have an ass that was made to be fucked. It was good!" Badger
added.

"What in hell is an ass made to be fucked?" I asked.

 "I think some guys have anatomy that makes getting fucked easy and
pleasurable," Badger explained. "It's nice when the sphincter is elastic
and the prostate is sitting just where it needs to be to take a direct hit
on the first thrust."

"I wonder if there are any medical books on that subject." Toad asked.

Badger laughed. "I admit I made that up, but I think it's true anyway," he
said. "You liked it for the second my cock head touched your ass pucker,
didn't you?

"I didn't know what to expect, but it was good," Jones said. "I know people
fuck, but I couldn't believe I could do it."

"You weren't adopted, we you?" I asked. He shook his head. "Well, she must
have gotten over his disgust at least once!"

"She said it hurt."

"I'm not an expert at fucking women, but I think they weren't doing it
right," Badger said. "If you were a woman you might be in line to have
triplets!"

We all laughed.

"You knew when I was shooting in you, didn't you?" Toad asked.

Jones nodded. "It was good; I liked it. I like it a lot," he said.

"Sometimes a cock is an invader, sometimes it's a welcome guest," Badger
said. "My cock felt at home in your ass.