Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 01:27:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Three Wise Men 2

The Three Wise Men 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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When a conversations ends in "let's get together sometime" or "let's do
lunch sometime," after a chance meeting, it usually means nothing.  They
usually are one-shot deals. While my cock was sure willing to play with
them again, the rest of me was uneasy. I figured there wouldn't be much
chance we would meet again.

I had the next Friday off and I went to Lowe's to pick up some paint.  When
I moved in my house, I re did all the rooms, except for the guest room.  It
was time to take care of that. I was there just after noon and ran into
Jake. He was with another, younger man who was obviously a construction
worker. Jake introduced me to his pal, Tony.  He was an ordinary looking
carpenter. We talked briefly and Jake told me which brand of paint to
get. I tended to go for the most expensive. Jake knew a brand that was made
by the same company and was the same quality, but more
economical. Apparently, it was easier to re label the same paint, than to
develop a less expensive brand. They went on their way and I went to the
paint department.

When I left the store a half hour later, Jake had parked his truck near the
exit.  He got out of the truck and came over to me.

"Tony and I have some spare time this afternoon. I was wondering if you
would like to come over for a beer?" Jake asked.

"I was planning to get some chores done this afternoon," I said.

Jake leaned close to me. "Tony thinks you look pretty good," he said. "When
I mentioned you were playful, he got real interested.  He's a good guy."

"Is he as open minded as you are?"

Jake smiled. "Let's just say I'm working on that aspect of his education,"
Jake said. "He's not too experienced, but he learns quickly." I thought
about it.

"Bob, you just follow my truck, I live nearby," he added. I hadn't decided,
but ten minutes later, my car was behind his truck in his driveway. Jake
lived on a well-landscaped site. It was an older house in a neighborhood of
modern ranch houses. The interior was nice. Jake seemed to like simple
country style furniture.

Jake gave us a beer and gave us a tour of the house. We ended the tour up
stairs in the master bedroom. The bedroom was simple and nice, but Jake
converted the next bedroom into a big bathroom and closet.

"The tour stops here," Jake said. "I didn't take a shower this morning, so
I was going to rinse off. Would you boys like to join me?"  Tony
immediately began to unbutton his shirt. I just stood there unsure of what
to do.

Jake would have none of that. "Bob, that was just a rhetorical question,"
he said. "Get naked and let's get it on." I stripped. The shower was six by
six feet, so it was big, but I was close to the two naked men. Tony was
half-hard. Tony muttered, "Sorry about that," when I noticed it.

I smiled. "It looks good to me!" I replied.

"Tony is a bit shy and he's new to the scene. He sure is well equipped,"
Jake said. "He's never used his equipment much, so it's all in tip-top
working order." Tony blushed. I dropped to my knees and began to suck
him. I could feel him relax as my lips enveloped his cock. There is an
uneasy period between meeting a man and having sex. I guessed Tony wasn't
much of a talker, but he was more than willing to play.

We fooled around in the shower for a little while and then went to the
bedroom. Tony was interested in my cock.  That gave me a chance to work on
Jake's organ. Jake's cock was better than I remembered and that made me
even more excited. We switched places and I sucked Tony as Jake sucked me.
That was good too. Everyone has a favorite sexual position or role, but I
couldn't tell about Jake.  He seemed to like it all.

The question about Jake's favorite role resolved itself about fifteen
minutes later. "Do either of you boys like to bottom?" Jake asked during a
lull in the activity. "I love to fuck and I would love to breed one of
you. Actually, I'd love to breed both of you."

I didn't exactly raise my hand and volunteer, but Jake seemed to know the
answers to most of the questions he asked. "I haven't been fucked in a long
while," I said. "Someone told me I have a really tight ass."  Jake's eyes
twinkled in anticipation.  Tony looked relieved. He also was excited but
not so excited that he wanted to be fucked.

"This is your lucky day!" Jake exclaimed. "An old Indian Medicine man
taught me all the techniques needed to open a tight hole.  I take my time."

"Maybe I should leave," Tony said.

"Hell no, we are all men here, think of it as a lab demonstration in your
Sex 101 class," Jake said. "You can learn something." In some ways, Jake
was the perfect jolly old elf.  I grant he was an unusually big elf and sex
crazed, but that seemed to be fine with me. He was cheerful, energetic and
eager. For some reason, I seemed to want to do whatever he wanted.  He was
oddly attractive to me.

"If you are a big man like me, you can always force your way in," Jake
said.  "I like to open a man's ass slowly so that by the time I'm in he's
all but begging for it."

"I'm not into begging much," I said.

"I like repeat customers," Jake said.  "The better it is for them, the
better it will be for me." I was on my back on the bed. He had lubricant in
the bedside table. "Spread your legs and let me see that little hole of
yours."  Mindlessly I obeyed.

"He does have a small hole!"  Tony said.  He sounded concerned.

"The smaller the hole, the better it is for me.  It's worth taking my time
and opening Bob slowly," Jake said.  "A good fuck buddy is a joy."

"Do you have many fuck buddies?" I asked. "I've had a few lovers, but never
a fuck buddy."

"Do I detect a trace of disapproval in your voice?" Jake asked. From the
tome of his voice, he was obviously not worried about my disapproval.  He
had two, well lubricated fingers in my ass and was searching for my
prostate. He was gentle.

"Fuck buddies are under rated. It's really unlikely that all of my pals
will have a headache, or be away on business on the same day," Jake
continued. "Since you didn't have to live together, there is less
aggravation and tension. Never underestimate the values of plain old
sex. With a fun buddy, you can concentrate on enjoyable sex. Let's face it,
it nice to play with a pal and take a trip to the moon with him."

"Have you had a lover? "  Tony asked.

"I had a partner for almost fifteen years," Jake said.  "It was good, but
cancer got him."

"You haven't found a new partner?"

"Not yet, it may or may not happen," Jake said. "I'm happy with friends
with benefits. It works for all of us." Jake had found my prostate so I was
in no condition to talk. Tony had become a veritable chatty Cathy.

"Do you need to fuck a guy for him to become a friend with benefits?" Tony
asked.

"Shit no!  I don't have a checklist of what a guy needs to do to become a
pal. A long time ago I discovered the more I did or was willing to do, the
better chance I have to make a connection," Jake said. "Tony, have you ever
felt a man's prostate?  Lubricate a finger or two."

Tony had thinner, but longer fingers than Jake and Jake gave very good
instructions for locating my prostate. When he found it, he pressed hard.

"It's not a punching bag, Tony. Caress it, kneed it, massage it," Jake
instructed. I was gasping for breath. "That's it Tony, work it.  Finger is
good, but it never as good a having a hard cock giving it a buff and
shine. Let me tell you though, you can definitely use it as a punching bag
if your cock is doing the punching.

A minute later Tony stopped finger fucking me and Jake's cock replaced his
fingers. It only took two or three thrusts to get in.  He winded me, but it
was good. It took a while to get my wits back. His beer can stretched my
hole wider than ever before. Jake was still, until I got use to it then he
slowly pulsed his cock.  That was really good.  I never actually relaxed my
ass; it seemed to be accommodating.

I noticed my ass was full. In the past, I had tried several cocks in my
ass, but never felt filled. His cock rubbed my prostate with every
movement. That was lovely. Tony straddled my face and I licked his balls as
he kissed Jake. Jake began to thrust more vigorously as they kissed.  My
legs were on Jake's shoulders, but he spread them wider so my ass was more
open. I was totally under his control and I loved it.

He slowed down a few times to keep from shooting off too quickly. It was so
good I knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He began to shiver and shake.
I felt him spurt his man seed in my ass. We were still for perhaps a
minute, and he whispered to Tony, "It's your turn now."  They switched
places.

I hadn't thought a gang-bang was on the agenda, but before I could
complain, Tony's cock was deep in my ass. Once he was in deep, I couldn't
talk. If pure sexual energy gave you an electric shock, I would have been
electrocuted. I couldn't think and could barely react. It was that good.

I later found out this was Tony first trip into a love tunnel and it was
just as good for him. Tony had a nice cock, a little above average size,
but not exceptional. His flared cock head was well above average and it
just happened that god in his infinite kindness, designed my ass and his
cock to fit perfectly.

Wave after wave of emotion swept over me. We went at it for fifteen minutes
when Tony shot off.  He pulled out and let me rest.

"I have the whole afternoon off," he said.  His cock was still drooling his
sperm, as well as Jake's cream from his previous orgasm. I like things
neat, but his drooling cock turned me on again.

"Me too," I added.

"You look like you need a rest," Jake said.  "Why don't you sit on my lap
and relax." He was on a chair sporting a full erection.  I skewered myself
on it.

"Tony, I guess you've figured out why I like to fuck?" he said. Tony
smiled, dropped to his knees and began sucking me. "Tony, you've never
taken a man load straight from the spigot have you?" Jake asked.

"No Sir!" Tony answered in military style.

"You don't need to do any more than you have done," I said. "It's been
great." As I said that, I lost it and began spurting my balls' contents
through my cock into his mouth. I'm not sure, but I don't think even one of
the millions of sperms I shot escaped Tony's mouth. We finally pulled apart
and the session broke up.

As Tony and I walked to our cars, he asked if we could do it again soon.  I
told him I lived ten minutes away. He followed me home.

I wasn't particularly attracted to Tony, but the sex was so good it was
impossible to ignore him. He was an average Joe kind of guy.  I liked them
cute and bubbly.  He wasn't exactly bad looking, and his body was good.  He
clearly didn't spend any time at the gym. He was muscular, but that was
because of his work. He was quiet and didn't say much.

We went directly to my bedroom, stripped naked and went at it.  It was
magic again. I had no idea what he did, but it was wonderful.  He left an
hour later.  We were both exhausted.

 The next day I received a call from Gilchrist. He was having a little
party that weekend at his house and asked if I was interested. "I think you
might like to meet some of my friends," he said. "You seemed to get along
with us so well last weekend." While he didn't say it, I knew the party
would have a sexual component. "I know this is short notice, but I would be
pleased of you could make it."  I said I would try.

I appreciated that he gave me an out. He said it was very informal and I
didn't need to dress and then gave me his address. "Let me warn you, you
will be one of the younger men there," he added.  I didn't think I would go
at first, but soon I warmed to the idea. While having a bunch of old guys
drooling over me wasn't particularly attractive, it might be
fun. Eventually I admitted to myself that as a man in his mid thirties,
there were not that many men drooling over me at the bars.  It might be an
ego booster. After Taylor left me a little ego enhancement might be good.

I knew Gilchrist lived in a high-rise apartment overlooking the river in
downtown, I discovered it was the penthouse apartment and it occupied half
of the top floor. The views were stunning. I knew has worked at the art
museum, but I hadn't realized he was the senior curator. The furnishings
and artwork were spectacular.  Johnson greeted me at the door.  Gilchrist
was in the kitchen. Johnson introduced me to a man named Doug and to Doug's
friend, Tyler. Tyler was in his mid forties; Doug was a distinguished
looking older man.

A man with wild disheveled, hair joined us.  He had been on the balcony. He
introduced himself as Smitty. He was a sculptor.  Jake arrived with Tony
and a man I recognized as Wally, the organist at my church. He didn't seem
to be surprised I was there. The conversation flowed easily.

Tyler played bartender.  The bar was well stocked and the food was
wonderful.  I guess it would have been out of character to have a party
with gay men and bad food. Sutton, a television reporter and two other men,
Earl and Bud, joined the group. Earl was a cameraman and Bud a sales
manager for a radio station.  It was a friendly group. It had been a pretty
day and the sunset over the river was spectacular.  As darkness settled,
Gilchrist pushed a button and drapes covered over every window.

I noticed several men seemed to have vanished.  I saw that Gilchrist was
naked and he was slipping into a room off the bedroom. That was when I
discovered the playroom.

The room was a fully equipped exercise room, complete with a shower and
steam room. There was bench around edge of the room.  Smitty was sitting
there stripping and neatly putting his close on the bench. "The steam room
is great. It a great place to unwind," he said.  "Come join us."

"Do you guys usually use the steam room as part of these parties?" I asked.

"It's not required," he said. "But it is fun, if you are into it." At this
point Smitty dropped his pants.  I would never call anyone a troll, but if
I did, Smitty would be one. He was almost a cartoonist's idea of a troll.
He was heavy, short, bearded and had more hair on his back, than on his
head.  Actually, he had more hair on his back than most men have on their
heads. On the plus side, he was incredibly muscular; his work as a sculptor
contributed to that. The hair-covered muscles were impressive in an odd
way, but his cock was freakishly large. It seemed to hang to his knees.

I began to undress. I almost did it unconsciously. I hate to think of
myself as a superficial gay man who is attracted to anyone with a big cock,
but Smitty's cock did the trick for me. Smitty looked at me and smiled.  I
wasn't the only man who experienced his allure. We went to the steam room.

Doug was there with Wally.

"Damn it Smitty, I hate it when you show up," Wally said. "When you're not
here I can harvest all the size queens. I've got no chance when you show up
with the dick of death!"

"It seems to me that you have your organist ways," Smitty said. "You get
all the music lovers!"  The men obviously knew each other well and were
friends. I later found out they were the foremost well-hung man in the
city; they both had a harem of size queens.

I eventually discovered Wally's organ was an inch longer than Smitty's
tool, but the sculptor's member was an inch thicker than the organist's
cock was. Neither man's cock was short or thin. Well endowed, they were
willing to share the wealth. They were both funny, interesting men, they
also let everyone in the room know they were interested, but interested
only in fun.  There were no strings attached to their relationships.

Smitty leaned close to me. "I like deep, intense and meaningful
relationships," he whispered. "I like relationships best when they last an
hour or two. Relationships are like cum, they are best when they are still
fresh, not stale."  I laughed.

"Smitty has many friends and admirers. Most of them like his intellect and
talent. Only a lucky few experience his sexual skills," Doug said. He had
entered the room unnoticed; the steam was thick. "When I was younger I had
matinee idol good looks. Most of us think of sex as the preserve of the
beautiful people.  Clark Gable and Marilyn Monroe or Brad Pitt and Angela
Jolie are our ideals.  We all have the same basic equipment, but we tend to
laugh and twitter about ordinary people enjoying sex, as if sex is the
preserve of beautiful people only," Doug said.

"I like going to the beach where I could show off my good looks," Doug
added. "I was at my favorite private beach and I was nude when I met
Smitty, who was just as nude."

"Doug looked positively shocked," Smitty said.  "I'm not too sure he
recognized me as a member of the human race."

"In the course of the day Smitty built a castle of sand and driftwood. It
was a fantastical structure, clever and beautiful. The friends I was with
were a bit scared of him, but I went over and looked at it and he invited
me in," Doug continued. "I went back to the same beach the next weekend
alone. I discovered the joys of sex with an ugly man.  It blew my mind."