Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 13:30:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Three Wise Men

The Three Wise Men
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
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When I arrived back at my apartment after visiting my folks over
Thanksgiving, I discovered my true love had left and taken anything that he
could have remotely considered his. He didn't exactly rob me blind, but it
was borderline.  Taylor lived with me for a year, and after a year, he
wasn't my true love anymore, but I had no idea he was that unhappy.

I had several lovers before.  I tend to be enthusiastic and quickly get
involved, and I admit my taste in men isn't perfect.  I seem to like young,
pretty boys who are a bit wild and flighty. I'm 34 now and I hadn't
realized I was a bit over the hill; I also had a good job in a bank and a
steady income. The boys who liked that soon discovered my income could not
cover regular vacations on tropical islands, or visits to Europe.  They
went looking for bigger game.

I thought Taylor was different, but I must have missed the danger signs. I
wouldn't say I was crushed when he vanished, but it was a blow to my ego.
It sure wasn't the best way to kick off the holiday season. I had a
somewhat solitary life. I was strictly a one man at a time person and I
didn't bring my love life to work. I am a senior loan officer who handled
large commercial loans. I found overly friendly people often were just
searching for a better rate, so I tend to be reserved.

A week after Thanksgiving I was having dinner in a favorite restaurant. It
was quite late since I had been at an important meeting that ran over its
allotted time.  There were only three men at another table and me. They
were a loud and cheerful group, but not offensively so. They were
celebrating a birthday and the trio was obviously gay. There was nothing
overt, but there was no question in my mind about their sexual orientation.

As far as I was concerned they were well beyond their sell by date by at
least two decades, but they were witty, clever and fun to listen too. As
dinner wound down, the waiter appeared with a cake. One of the men came
over to me. "Would you like to join us for a cake?" he asked. "There is
more than enough and I'm afraid we may have been too loud and ruined your
quiet dinner."

I smiled. "There is no problem at all, but I would be glad to join you," I
said. I was surprised I said that, I would normally beg off.

I went to their table and introduced myself as Bob Hallowell. The birthday
boy was Johnson, a Santa like man. With him was a beefy and muscular man
named Jake, and a tall, rather aristocratic looking man named Gilchrist.
They were a mismatched group with the youngest in his late fifties.
Johnson was the oldest and celebrating his 67th birthday.

As I said they were clearly gay, but there was nothing overtly gay about
them. I just knew. I had an after diner drink with them and was aware of a
strong sexual undertone. We talked and I let slip my problem with Taylor.
They seemed to know I was gay too, and were unconcerned.

I easily get infatuations, but these men definitely were not my type. While
I wasn't turned on, I was sexually stimulated in an odd way. It was an odd
combination of curiosity and lust. It was also involuntary. I was sitting
next to Jake. He was a retired construction man and he seemed to ooze sex.
I had heard of pheromones, but I think this may have been the first time I
actually experienced them. He was very masculine, but not aggressively a
he-man. He seemed to exude masculinity.

Dinner was over and we left the restaurant. I wanted to get an address or a
contact number from at least one of them, but I couldn't think of any way
to do it without sounding odd. Johnson asked me if I would like to join
them for a nightcap at his house. It was just a few blocks away. I agreed.
Jake and I walked faster than the other men, so we were ahead of them.

Jake leaned close to me, "After drinks we usually strip down and have some
fun," he said. "If you are into that, you are free to join us. Johnson
likes them young."

"What about you?" I asked. I shocked myself.  I'm never that forward, and
never had considered anything with a man his age.

"I'm pretty open minded," he said. "Let me warn you, this isn't an old
ladies tea party. We're all into it big time."

"That sounds good to me," I replied.  That statement was completely
untrue. I had no idea what I was getting into, or if I would like it. I
seemed to be under a spell.

"Great, Johnson would love to sample some young man cream," Jake said. "He
loves the special sauce."

"Are you still into the .  .  . special sauce?"

"I sure am!" he replied. "Mine is really thick, by the way and I tend to
have gully washers."

I am not an adventurous man, and my visit to Johnson's house was completely
out of character. I usually carefully plan and I never just wing it.
Somehow, I was soon in Johnson's house with three old men in heat. I felt a
little like a turkey who just received an invitation for Thanksgiving
dinner.

The house sat on a side street and looked ordinary.  It was completely
renovated and restored and was beautifully furnished. Apparently, Johnson
was an art collector. I didn't know much about art, except for a few
elective art history classes, but I could tell Johnson wasn't buying
sofa-sized paintings from a trailer in a shopping center parking lot.

We had a drink and talked.  Jake suggested we go to the rec room and get
comfortable. He winked at me as we went to the basement. This wasn't your
normal basement rec room. It focused on a central pool that served as a hot
tub. While the room contained some exercise equipment, the pool and a large
flat screen television dominated the room. Elaborate terra-cotta tile
covered the entire room.

"Is everyone ready for a good soak?" Johnson asked. No one answered, but
the three men began to strip. I joined them. I'm not comfortable being
naked in a group, but they were so at ease, I was okay with it. I felt a
little like we were kids skinny-dipping.

My partners and lovers were all distinctively boyish, slim and elegant. All
were smooth and shaved if they weren't naturally hairless. Jake, Johnson
and Gilchrist were all older and much more mature. All were hairy, but in
different ways.  Jake was a polar bear, covered in a thick coat of while,
curly hair.  His skin was pale and the only color was his pink tits. It was
odd to see such a masculine man with such delicate skin color.

When he was dressed, I thought Johnson was fat.  Naked he was big, but not
flabby. While his hair and beard were white and his main of hair was Santa
like, his body hair graded from near white near his neck to pitch black at
his pubes. He had darker akin and his cock and balls were quite dark. He
was cut, and his knob was both big and on display. Jake's cock head was
just a thick bulge in a thick tube of foreskin.  It was completely
concealed.

Gilchrist was tall, slim and well tanned. He had a hairy chest and a
treasure trail connecting it to his pubes. He must have worn a Speedo,
since his man parts were pale and the tan line well defined.  He had a
long, thin white snake dangling from his bush.

I was use to boy parts, not man tools.  There was nothing delicate about
the men or their genitals.  They were the sort of men I normally wrote of
as old trolls or geezers. By the time I slipped into the pool, I was
half-hard.

Jake and Johnson both noticed, but they didn't mention it.

"I assume you noticed the dress code here is a bit informal?" Johnson
said. "We are all quite comfortable being naked."

I smiled. "You are nudist?"

"I think it would be more correct to say we are sensualists," Gilchrist
added.

"Where I come from we call that being horny bastards!" Jake said.  We all
laughed.

"I stand corrected!" Gilchrist said good-humouredly. "I am the curator of
ancient art at the museum.  What was a religious rite then is now plain old
sex."

"You are pagans?" I asked.

"Well, I am in good shape if the rule is to do unto other as you would have
them do unto you!" Jake said. "I'm really willing and my pals are too."
There was more laughter.

"I'm not an eye-for-an-eye type Christian," Johnson said. "I was brought up
by the kind of Christians who like to punish sin and sinners, but were weak
on the love thy neighbor aspect of Christianity."

"I had the same background," Jake said. "I do need to confess I like
certain parts of my fellow man more and other parts.  There are one or two
parts I may like excessively."

"Jake, I've noticed that too, but I have to admit I like that about you,"
Johnson said. "I like you as a man and as a friend, but there is one part
of me that is in love with you!"

"I need to warn you Bob, that I'm not too good about expressing affection,"
Gilchrist said.  "I tend to express affection in orgasms. That may be
messy, but it's really sincere and heartfelt."  The conversation was light
hearted and funny, but I had the feeling it was sincere. They were men who
liked and enjoyed each other.

They loved each other as both friends and sexual playmates. I didn't know
if they were lovers or just playmates.  I tended to think of sex in
relationship to a grand passion, with the one and only true love. They were
friends who enjoyed themselves sexually. Jake was talking about friendly
sex rather than passionate sex.

I was interested in passionate sex, but I didn't have too much to show for
it. They were inviting me into their world of sexual play.  Normally I
wouldn't have considered them.  They were too old, too hairy and definitely
not cute enough. I had a friend who said he only went trolling for trolls
when he wasn't lucky.  I wasn't sure about the whole thing, and I wasn't
sure I should have come home with them.  I was trapped in Johnson's
basement rec room.

One part of me felt that way, but another part wanted to get down a dirty
with them. Leading the charge was my cock and two well filled balls that
wanted to have a good time.  Normally I was proud that my mind took the
lead in sexual matters, not my cock.  For some reason I felt honored they
were asking me to participate.

"I need to warn you that we are into no holds barred sex. If it feels good,
we will give it a try," Jake said. "If you are uncomfortable with organs
that drip, drool and squirt, you won't have a good time.  We don't hold
back and we don't worry about keeping our hair combed nice and neat like."

"Damn it Jake, the only place where you could comb your hair and have a
part in on your back!" Gilchrist said. "Taylor I was a bit uneasy about
that when I first met Jake. Now I feel as if I've been cheated if I don't
get to lick sperm from his chest hair."

By that time, I was excited and ready to go. I was a little worried I was
the Thanksgiving turkey and they would use me up.  Actually, it turned out
I was just a new member of the club.  There was no hazing or initiation.  I
was invited into their games as a full and equal member. I had the feeling
they adjusted their normal play routine to let me in.

They didn't push or shove. They didn't demand or require.  They let nature
take its course.  An hour and a half later I realized that want I had
thought was intense sex was but a pale reflection of what was possible.

As we talked, Jake stood up to get out of the water.  His cock was too much
of a temptation for me, so I leaned over to take a lick.  It turned into
much more than a lick. I had never been with an uncut man, and the skin
fascinated me. I sucked the tip into my mouth and then inserted my tongue
into the tube of skin.

As soon as my tongue was on the dark side of the skin, I tasted Jake's rich
sex juices. My former lover oozed a little just before he shot off.  As we
had been talking Jake must have filled his foreskin with his man ooze. It
all but intoxicated me. I had been squeamish about anything that oozed for
the cock.  I was uncomfortable with pre cum and scared of semen.

Somehow, Jake's ooze was completely different.  It was distilled essence of
man, a rich brew indeed. I slowly worked my tongue deeper into the tube.
When I finally reached his cock head, I felt as if I had discovered gold.
Jake's cock responded to my attention.  It became harder, longer and
thicker.

When my tongue touched his knob, I tasted fresh ball juices oozing from his
wide slit. When my ex partner oozed a little blob of precum just before he
popped, I was excited. Taylor was verbal and liked to talk, but otherwise
he was like making love to a log. The little blob was the only indication
he was turned on.

Jake's cock twitched and he shivered as my tongue worked it magic. I could
feel and taste his excitement. I give presentations as part of my work, and
Jake was like a responsive audience. He didn't need to tell me he enjoyed
me. I knew. When the excitement diminished enough for me to focus, I
noticed Gilchrist and Johnson were going at it hit and heavy on the other
side of the pool.

"It might be nice if we joined the birthday boy," Jake whispered. I told
him that was fine with me. We went over. I sat on the edge of the pool so
Johnson could suck me. I don't know if they have world championships for
cock sucking, but if they did, Johnson would have been a contender. He was
good.

His tongue, mouth and throat massaged may cock.  He apparently could tell
when I was close and changed his technique.  I was on the edge of an orgasm
several times.

As Johnson sucked me, Gilchrist fed me his cock. The white snake remained
long and thin, but when it was erect, it curved downward, rather than
up. It slid down my throat effortlessly. I closed my lips on it and he
slowly pulled out. As he did, I suctioned a huge glob of precum from his
organ. It tasted differently from Jake's, but it was still good.

As he pulled out, I pulled the foreskin back over his cock head. When he
pushed back into my mouth, I got my tongue into his foreskin and caressed
his head. His head was almond shaped and not very large, but his slit was
exceptionally wide.  I pushed my tongue into the slit and tasted the smooth
skin that lined the cum tube.  Gilchrist shivered a little and a blob of
pre cum emerged. I liked this and soon had Gilchrist producing blobs of his
sweet sex juices whenever I wanted. He had some extra skin and I liked
pulling over his knob when he pulled away. I liked working my tongue into
it even more. I was use to cut men, and didn't know the recreational
potential of an uncut man.

This was so good I knew it couldn't go on for long. I felt my juices
rising, I wanted to warn Johnson, but it was too late. I was afraid he
would be annoyed, but that wasn't the case. I later found out that Johnson
called sperm cock caviar. He loved it and liked it best when produced by
young men. As I fed Johnson, Gilchrist fed me. All of a sudden, he filled
my mouth with his warm semen.

I wasn't partial to semen, but this was the first time I had a mouth full
of it. I had tasted a drop or two of my lovers, but I had always been
squeamish. It seemed bitter.  Gilchrist's sperm was thick and creamy. It
seemed less bitter, and it was warm.

A few seconds earlier, it had been stored in his impressive balls. Now it
enveloped my tongue and his sperm was swimming in my mouth. I felt a sudden
attachment to Gilchrist.  I think this feeling was enhanced by having
Johnson gobbling up my own seed. Actually, the gobbling part was over and
he was licking my organ lollypop style. The main show was over, but Johnson
liked the relaxed afterglow. He coaxed the remains of my orgasm from my
cock. I thought he had it all, but there were a few more ejaculations left.

I discovered I liked the afterglow too.

It was getting late and the party broke up.  Jake left at the same time I
did.

"I had a good time," I said.

"Is that all?" he asked.  I looked at him and laughed.

"You noticed?" I said.  "It was really good. I'm sorry I didn't get to do
more with you."

"I'd like to do more too," Jake said. "Am I right in thinking you relaxed
once you got into it? You were tense at the beginning."

"I did relax," I said.

"I need to get home," Jake said.  "Let's get together when we are fresh and
rested." We parted.

I was confused when I got home. On one hand, I thought I had let my
standards slip. I didn't associate with this kind of men.  I was still
young and attractive. I could do better. While that was true, I had to
admit the sex had been great.

When I woke up the next morning, my mind was clearer. I wasn't worried
about the old men or the trolls.  I could only think of Johnson licking my
cock like a lollypop, and the warm taste of Gilchrist's semen. I also
thought about Jake. What did his sperm taste like, and was there any his
thick, beer can type cock could fit in my small asshole?