Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 04:28:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Three Wise Men 3

The Three Wise Men 3
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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Gilchrist entered the stream room and we all squeezed a little
tighter. Doug told him that he had been describing his early encounters
with Smitty.

"Somehow, everyone seems to remember their first encounter with Smitty,"
Gilchrist said. "I was lucky enough to know his sculptures long before I
met him. I avoided that "thank god we're not in a dark alley" feeling that
Smitty inspires."

"Not everyone has that lounge lizard look that you have," Smitty said. He
looked at me. "Gilchrist has a family history of stunningly attractive men
and women. What makes that even worse is that the physical beauty is
accompanied by impressive intellects and fine personalities. It doesn't
seem right for one family to get it all!  I think I was the first member of
my family to be able to tie a shoe!"

Gilchrist laughed. "Smitty overstates the case, but I will take any
compliment I can get. He seems to have channeled his activities into making
beauty, rather than being beautiful," he said. Gilchrist sat next to Smitty
and fondled the sculptor's oversized organ.

"I think Gilchrist had put his finger on Smitty's appeal, an exuberant
personality, impressive talent, and a cock that would make Godzilla proud!"
Doug said.

"His cock is both a huge sexual tool and part fly paper for fags,"
Gilchrist observed. "He just whips it out and waits for a horny fly to land
on it. When I first saw it, I thought it was too big for everyday use."

"I'm getting too hot; I'm going to take a break." Smitty said and he left
the room.

"It does look too big for everyday use," I said after he left.

"You might think that, but Smitty does well. I've never know him to make a
pass at a man.  They come to him. He teaches a studio class at the
university and he's very popular. He is also an absolute straight arrow
with the students.  There is no hanky-panky with them ever," Gilchrest
said.

"Well it's Tyler's birthday, and I was hoping Smitty would give him a
birthday present," Doug said.

"That is open-minded of you," I remarked.

"Well after a little episode with prostate cancer my top days are over,"
Doug said. "Tyler would never cheat on me, but he loves the bottom so I
pick out playmates for him."

"You picked out Smitty?" I asked.

Doug laughed. "Everyone at this party would be a perfectly acceptable top
for Tyler," Doug said. "I know this sounds kinky, but watching him take a
cock turns me on. I felt less guilty of neglecting him." By this time, I
was getting too hot, so I rinsed of in the shower and went back to the
exercise room.

Jake was standing next to a sling and he was strapping Sutton into
it. "Come over here. Sutton has been kind enough to open his ass for the
general amusement," Jake said. Sutton's friend Earl was watching as Bud
lubricated Sutton's ass.

Johnson came by.  He was fully erect. "Is there a line? Is this general
admission or reserved seats only?" he asked.

"I am available to all, but I think I might like to start with something
thinner than your beer can," Sutton said. "Do you have a problem with
sloppy seconds?"

"Not at all, I like a man who has been deep lubed," Johnson said. "To tell
you the truth a load or two of man cream is the best lubricant there is for
me."

Sutton laughed. "I can see I am in a group of virgins," he said.

"Sutton's partner died three months ago," Earl said. "He claims to have
become a virgin again. I told him that Bud and I could help him with
that. Sutton says he not sure everything is still in working condition."

"I told him I was looking for a new soul mate," Sutton said. "Earl told me
that would take too much time. He thought I should give my sexual equipment
a tune up."

"Earl is a romantic?" I asked.

"I'm a romantic realist," Earl said. "I've known too many men who
desperately go looking for a new partner after they lost the previous
one. If you go looking for plain old fun sex, it reduces the pressure. You
can hunt for a new partner at leisure." As he talked, Earl effortlessly
slipped his tool deep into Sutton's rectum.

"Damn, that's good!" Sutton cried. Earl began to slowly thrust, but soon
began to pick of speed and force. He was on the cusp of really pounding
Sutton's ass when he slowed down.

"You plowed me. Do you want to seed me?" Sutton asked.

"I do, but not now.  Let me turn you over to one of my assistants," Earl
said in to tones of a stage magician. "I will finish you off later." Bud
stepped up to the plate. Bud popped in easily.  He had short, stubby
fireplug style cock. If I understood Sutton's reaction correctly, Bud made
a direct hit on his prostate. Bud was a hairy, stocky man and he fucked
like a steam engine going full speed.

Bud stopped suddenly and stood still. After a minute, he slowly pulled
away. Sutton's hole was briefly open. As it closed, Bud's opalescent man
cream drooled from the hole.  Johnson was waiting. He collected the
drooling sperm on his cock head and then shoved it into Sutton's quivering
ass.

I briefly feared this might be too much for Sutton, but when I looked at
this face, I saw there was no problem. Johnson had a thick and massive cock
and it clearly hit all the good spots. Sutton had a positively blissful
look on his face.  All was well.

I had never been in a sexual situation like this before and I have to admit
it wasn't the way I thought it would be. Images of Roman orgies, or a party
with the Marquis de Sade filled my mind.  This party was more like a party
room at a Rotarian Convention. I grant there was much more anal sex here,
but it seemed like a bunch of older men having a good time.

Sutton seemed happy, as did the men fucking him. It was hard to tell who
was having the best time.  It seemed pretty equal. The tops were
considerate and wanted to give Sutton a good time. I soon realized Sutton
was an experienced man and knew how to make sure the tops enjoyed
themselves. Tony joined in, but I noticed his cock didn't seem to have the
magical effect on Sutton that it had on me.

Sutton did wear down and he had to leave the sling to rest. Gilchrist asked
if anyone wanted to take a turn in the sling. Much to my surprise, I
volunteered. I knew men who let their cocks do their thinking for them, but
I wasn't one of them, until now. I had taken several drinks, but I wasn't
drunk. I don't know what got into me.  The group accepted my offer
enthusiastically.

I didn't know what to expect. I was with a group of men I barely knew and I
wasn't particularly attracted to any of them. They weren't my type and if I
saw them in a bar I never would have sought them out, or indeed sat next to
them. None of them were candidates to become the love of my life.

They were pleasant and seemed to be affable and accommodating. The party
consisted of interesting conversation and sex. The sex was purely
recreational.  The objective seemed to be for us to have as much fun as
possible. Everyone was sexually excited; everyone was willing and able to
join in the fun. No one was looking for more than that.

The plan was to have as much good sex as possible and then go home and have
a good night's sleep. Dreams of an intense love affair were not part of the
night's activities. All of the men were comfortable being naked and
erect. Naked men can't hide their interests, and with a sling in the
exercise room, it was clear that anal action was on the agenda.

It some ways I felt as if I had fallen through the looking glass. It was a
topsy-turvy world. All that was normally concealed in dark rooms was in the
open. This things that you did in a locked bedroom with the lights off were
done in the open and seemed perfectly normal. They all knew what they liked
and weren't ashamed of it.

As I watched Sutton, I was confused. He was being used by a series of men
as a sexual plaything. As the third man fucked him I realized Sutton was
using them. His enjoyment seemed total. Sutton was one of those, every hair
in place television reporters, perfectly groomed and dressed.

When he got in the sling, I noticed he had a perfect little
asshole. Assholes aren't my thing, but his was lovely. It was hard to
believe even Earl's thin organ would fit. Fit it did, as did all the
subsequent cocks. The hole was soon covered in lubricant, and then by
precum and eventually semen.

Johnson strapped me in and when my legs were in the air attached by leather
straps to the chrome frame of the sling, I had second thoughts. Johnson
seemed to sense that. "You don't need to go through with this. Some guys
like it, but it's not for everyone."

When given the chance to get out of it, I decided to go ahead. Sex always
made me a bit uncomfortable. I am naturally reserved and a bit prim and
proper.  It's hard to look your best when you are sexually engaged.

You can't be any more naked than when you are in a sling. Not only are you
naked, your legs are spread and your ass hole is on view, open and
defenseless. I had watched Sutton take three cocks and watched him react to
each thrust.

Earl was the first in line, I wondered if this was going to be an instant
replay of Sutton's sling adventure. Earl lubricated my ass.  I realized he
was into asses and he took his time and clearly enjoyed his work.  I
enjoyed it more.

"I hope you are ready, Bob, I sure am!" he said. "You know you don't need
to do this," he added almost whispering. "I'd understand.  Not everyone is
turned on by a bald hairy guy. I know I'm not a catch."

"Let's do it," I replied. Earl was ready. I had watched him fuck Sutton,
but he had an entirely different approach to my ass.  He nosed his cock
head into my hole gently. He played with my sphincter and then popped
through the sphincter eased down my love tunnel.

The sensation was odd. I thought of cocks as a generic organ, all are
basically similar.  Earl had a friendly cock. While it was sexually
stimulating, it was sort of like being fucked by a friendly dog. It was
happy to be in a new place, and explored every hidden nook and cranny of my
rectum. His cock head made friends with my prostate quickly, and then
discovered some places I didn't know existed.

I would have been perfectly willing to let him play for several hours.  He
was stimulating but I felt no desire to climax.  Earl didn't feel the same
way.  He was relaxed and comfortable, but he suddenly turned rigid and rear
loaded me with the entire contents of his balls. He had a distinctive
climax. He had spectacular ejaculations, separated by gaps of several
seconds. The ejaculations were strong and I felt his semen squirting and
tickling my ass lining.

He pulled out and shot a final volley at my asshole.  When he pulled out
Wally nosed his cock in. Wally's organ was both thick and long.  It slipped
in my sperm lubricated hole easily, much to my surprise. Wally was slightly
effete and a touch Queeny. Shoving his cock into another man's asshole
turned him into a he man. he wasn't rough, but there was no question; he
was fuckign me.  I realized later, when you are a well endowed as he was,
there was no need to be concerned about your play mate. His oversized organ
took care of that.

I also discovered that Wally specialized in marathon fucks.  He could do it
for a half hour easily. After ten minutes he began to moan. "Damn, I'm
cumming!" he cried. He rear loaded me and pulled out.

Smitty was watching. "Damn, I love lube straight from the balls of a hot
stud!" he said. A second later, his monster cock was at my hole. "Bobby
boy, just relax and let me in," he said. "There is way too much lube in you
to resist."  He gave a sharp thrust and his knob was on the dark side of my
sphincter. It stretched me wide. I think if he had been a quarter of an
inch thicker, it would have ripped me open. Smitty thrust again.

The next thing I remembered was feeling Smitty's pubic hairs tickling my
ass ring. He had a cucumber type cock. It tapered as it reached his
body. Every inch of his organ was in my ass; I was stuffed, but comfortable
one it was all in.  It was hard to think.  While I was disoriented, I felt
good.  Oddly I felt as if I was merely a sexual accessory to Smitty's cock.

When my mind cleared, Smitty began to fuck. It was all enveloping and I
wasn't sure I could take it for long.  It turned out Smitty couldn't
either.  When he shot off it was like having a fire hose shooting in my
ass. He pulled out.  Tony appeared out of nowhere. I had no idea where he
had been earlier, but he showed up as Smitty vacated my hole.

Tony's cock shoved Smitty's drooling semen back into my ass.  After being
stretched wide by Smitty's monster, my ass grabbed Tony's more modest
organ. He shoved deep and I went to the moon. I don't know exactly what
happened, but a little later my torso was covered with my sperm and Tony
was almost dehydrated he shot off so much. The men watching us enjoyed the
show.

I know I should have been embarrassed, but the sex was so good I didn't
care. Erections are contagious, and everyone had shared the experience and
enjoyed watching. I had always been embarrassed by watching by sexual
pleasure. I know we all experience it, but it always seemed too personal.
With these men, it seemed we were all in it together, sharing experiences
and sensations.

The party wound down and I went home. I should have been ashamed of my
overtly sexual behavior and allowing them to use me as a sexual punching
bag. I didn't feel that way. I was still feeling a sexual high. I was
intoxicated by sex.  While I knew a hangover was on the way, when my head
hit the pillow in my own bedroom, I was still happy.

I still felt good the next morning, until I discovered my wallet was
missing. It was either lost, or had been taken. It didn't seem possible any
of the men at the party had taken it, but I barely knew any of them. It was
possible. After looking for it franticly, I called Gilchrist.  He said he
would look for it.

A minute or two later Gilchrist returned the call; it was in the floor in
the bedroom that served as the undressing room for the party. "Forgive me,
but I looked in it.  It seemed to have a full complement of credit cards as
well as your identification and well over a hundred dollars of cash. A wave
of relief swept over me.

"Would you mind if I drove over to get it?" I asked. "I feel naked without
it."

"Of course not, come over and share breakfast with us," Gilchrist
said. "Jake and Johnson are still here." I thanked him, dressed and went to
my car.

It was a sleepy Sunday morning. Christmas was in two days, but it seemed as
if everyone in town decided to sleep in rather than go shopping first
thing.

Gilchrist greeted me at the door wearing a robe. He asked me in. Jake and
Johnson were at the table. They had set a place set for me.

Gilchrist gave me the wallet and then went to get me some scrambled eggs
and bacon. "I hope you have no ill feelings from last night's festivities,"
Jake said. "It was a nice group of men, but the activity level can be a bit
intense for someone new."

"I feel fine," I replied. "I have never done anything like that
before. Everyone was nice and careful.  There seems to be no ill after
effects."

"It's always a shock when someone volunteers to take Smitty's tool. He gave
you the highest recommendation."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Smitty tends to attract mountain climbers. You know, the men who do
it not because they like it, but because they like the challenge. They take
it, but are relieved when he pulls out," Johnson explained. "You both took
it easily and then played with his monster while he fucked you.  He was
impressed."

"I don't remember that," I said.

Gilchrist laughed, "That is an unfortunate side effect of sex with Smitty.
It's so intense, you tend to slip into a sexual trance. Smitty loved it."

"Do you review the sexual exploits of all your guests after a party?" I
asked.

"Of course we do!" Johnson said with a twinkle in his eye. This morning he
looked particularly Santa like. "We are three gay old codgers after a sex
party. It required by the club membership rules! Earl told us he didn't
really shoot off. He said your ass suctioned every drop of man seed from
his cock. It was the best orgasm he had in years."

"I think that's why Smitty slipped in so easily. Earl and Wally did the
deep lubrication," Johnson said. "Earl was originally Sutton's boy toy.  He
older now and since Sutton's lover died, he regained his position. Sutton
told me Earl saves it up. The first time Earl shot off in Sutton's mouth he
choked. Sutton likes man cream. That was a complaint.

"I didn't realize that you and Tony were lovers," Gilchrist said. "You sure
made a beautiful couple."

"Were not lovers," I said. "We've just met."

The three men looked at each other. Jake smiled. "You just don't know it
yet. It was obvious."

"Why do you think that?"

"Tony is fun, but he's a bit of a slam, bam, thank you ma'am kind of
lover," Johnson explained. "That is not the way he treated you.  He was the
master violinist and he played you as if you were a Stradivarius. I didn't
know he was capable of that."

"Well, we are not lovers," I said.

Gilchrist smiled.  "Not yet," he said.