Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 13:00:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Post Game Party 4

Post Game Party 4
By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

This is a story about adult men intended for adult men. It is a fantasy, so
I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex,
and have included no gestures toward common sense either.  If you have any
suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.

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I knew some members of the team were members of the fraternity, but I
wasn't sure about some of the members. Lem, Guido, Max and Tumble were good
with it. Some team members were reserved whenever it came to anything
sexual. I didn't know if they were shy, or just weren't into it.

That wasn't a problem. There was nothing sexual going on with the possible
exception of glances in the shower.  There may have been some one-on-one
activity, but everything was discrete and very private. There certainly was
no problem between the men I knew were gay with the men I didn't know were
with the program. We were a team.

All the students at Brandenburg had to take a class called Civilization &
Art 101.  The class required us to visit an art museum and write a paper on
a painting.  They had a list of museums, the nearest of which was in
Richmond.  At Thanksgiving, Tommy Seldon, a tackle on the team, asked Lem
and me to come and visit him in Richmond. He said he was having several
guys over for to see the sites and we could take care of the museum visit.
I had never been to Richmond before. I had never been to any place bigger
than Roanoke. I didn't know Tommy well, but he was a nice guy.

Students from Brandenburg weren't particularly cosmopolitan and the school
encouraged students to travel.  Richmond was a big city compared to any
place I had been. Tommy lived in a townhouse a block off Monument
Avenue. The neighborhood he lived in was four times the population of my
hometown.  Monument Avenue had big houses. Tommy's house was smaller, but
the house next door was for sale for a half million.

Tom's folks were out of town. Lem and I were the first to arrive.  The
others were to arrive at 7:00. We had some time to spare so Tommy told us
to go to the Art Museum. It was open late on Fridays.  The museum was a
block from the house and it was an impressive place. I thought it would
something small like Brandenburg's art gallery.

Lem surprised me. I assumed he wouldn't like the museum.  No one was less
interested in culture than Lem.  He liked the Egyptian gallery at the
museum, and then he discovered he liked most of the galleries. The Roman
and Greek galleries were good, but so were the painting galleries. Lem had
never seen much of anything that could be classified as art, and when he
saw it, he liked it.

Lem also connected with one of the guards. The guard was maybe 35, big and
bearded. He knew a lot about art and he explained things to Lem and me.
Since we had to do a paper on a work of art, he directed us to works that
were well documented and by artists we could look up on the web. After
wandering around for an hour, I settled on a big Monet Water Lilly
painting.  Lem picked an Egyptian statuette of Anubis.

When we got together an hour later, I found out that Lem and the Guard had
discovered a common interest. The guard was off duty at 4:30 and lived a
block away. We weren't due at Seldon's house until 7:00 and had some time
to kill. Sam, the guard, asked us over for coffee or a beer.  We accepted.

Sam lived in an apartment on Monument.  It was a small apartment in a big
building, but it was nice. He had been a jock until a broken ankle ended
his athletic dreams.  He had been an Art History major, primarily because
it wasn't that academically demanding.  He has several unsatisfactory jobs,
before he discovered he actually had liked Art History. He was working on a
Masters and working part time at the museum. The museum liked him because
he was big and could look scary when needed. Once and a while the Museum
had problematic visitors. When they appeared, Sam was available.

Sam offered us coffee or a beer. Lem said we would like coffee, since we
were in training, but he like it better if we got naked and messed around
some before.

"Are you both with the program?" Tommy asked.

"We sure as hell are," I said. "I'm afraid Lem is too direct. We can take
our time."

Sam smiled. "I think Lem is just direct enough. The bedroom is this way,"
he said. "Would you like a shower first?" we went to the shower.

The shower was in a standard tub, so it was hard for the three of us to
fit.  Sam was still in good shape. He had a little hair on his chest, but
was mostly smooth. He had a tan so he did get into the sun once and a
while. We quickly showered and when we dried off, I helped get things going
by sucking them as they made out. Sam wasn't what I expected. I expected
him to be like Lem's uncle and cousins. They wanted to mess around. Sam was
a lover. He wanted affection and intimacy.

As I sucked them, Sam's cock was drooling non-stop. I wasn't much into
kissing, but if cock drool is any indication, Lem was. He was into it big
time. We went to the bedroom and they were still kissing. They morphed into
the sixty-nine position. Neither man could get enough of the other's cock.
For a while, I felt left out of it, but they were a turn on to watch.

As I watched, I saw that Sam's ass was visible and accessible. When I
patted his ass, he shifted his legs and opened wider. I could now see his
hole and a pretty little rosebud peeking out of the hole. I figured that
wasn't accidental. I moved my finger and played with the rosebud. Sam
moaned. That was a good sign.

We had just showered, so I got on my knees and looked at Sam's hole close
up.  Lem was sucking on Sam's cock and he saw me as I inspected hole.  Lem
looked excited. I licked Sam's hole. My tongue pushed the rosebud into his
ass. Sam and Lem moaned.

I don't know how long I rimmed Sam, but I soon discovered rimming was only
an appetizer for me.  I wanted to fuck. Sam had been moving his legs
slightly to make his hole more accessible. I knew what he wanted. I don't
know if Lem would appreciate having me fuck his newfound pal.

I thought about it briefly. I had fucked and been fucked by all of his
relatives. I figured Lem wasn't that picky and if he were, he would get
over it. I stood up to position my cock at Sam's ass. As I did, Lem licked
my cock. I coated my cock with saliva and the aimed for the rosebud. When I
knocked at Sam's back door, he opened it wide and welcomed me to his love
tunnel.

I got in a good ten or twelve deep thrusts before Sam and Lem lost it and
began to shoot. I had never seen a double orgasm before.  It was
lovely. Each man sucked up and swallowed the others man's cream. We all
calmed down after the ejaculations subsided.  Sam and Lem got along well,
but they didn't forget I was there. When Sam played ball in school he had
been nicknamed the Keg. That well described his chest. It was massive. It
also described his cock; it was stumpy and thick.  Sam's knob was the same
size as the shaft and it was all covered in thick foreskin. He lost his
erection as soon as he shot off, so it was a mass of skin. I was hoping for
a little more fun, but I'm a big boy and I could deal with it.

After a little while, Sam's cock re-inflated.  The Keg's cock became a
precum dispenser. Lem liked that and so did I. We had to get back to
Tommy's house, but Lem had Sam's number.

The other guys had arrived just as we got back.  Guido was in the group
with Carl, a full back from Roanoke.  Max, the quarterback, and Henry a
linebacker were there. Henry and Max were in their last year.  We went to a
restaurant and hand a very good dinner. It was just a neighborhood Italian
dive, but it was miles ahead of the pizza places near Brandenburg.  The
owner was even Italian and Guido like the food.

We were back at the house just after ten. The house was fixed up nicely. In
the kitchen, there was a framed copy of an article on the house from
Southern Living Magazine. I wasn't exactly afraid to sit on the chairs, but
I was careful. Everything was nice.

Tommy had three older sisters and was the only boy in the family. We had
our bags in the front hall. Kent said we would all be staying in his room
and took us upstairs. I thought it was a two-story house, but there was an
attic. The second floor was obviously the girls' room, all pink and filled
with dolls.

The attic was the same size as the second floor and it was Tommy's bedroom
with an exercise area and its own bathroom and shower. It had a tall
ceiling at one end and got lower toward the back. It was warm, even at this
time of the year, Tommy stripped to his jockstrap. Guido, Max and Henry had
been there before and they stripped too. They weren't wearing jocks. Guido
was semi-hard and wasn't at all embarrassed. The rest of us stripped too.

We had all been in the showers naked, so that wasn't a problem.  Jocks in
the shower cleaning up after a practice are different from jocks in a
bedroom.

"We could go out to a club, but I was thinking it would be nice to kick
back and relax here," Tommy said. "Some of you don't know me very well.  I
guess you could say I'm just a laid-back city boy who likes some fun. There
are only a few house rules. Ask before you poke anyone, and don't make a
mess. Wipe it up or suck it up. Oh, and by the way, if you are shy that's
fine. This isn't a fraternity initiation. This is supposed to be a fun
weekend.  If it doesn't work for you, don't worry. That's fine."

"You know Tommy," Lem said in his mountain drawl, "I'm not sure I've ever
found anything I haven't like yet, at least not with naked men!"  Everyone
laughed.  Tommy came over to Lem, dropped to his knees and began to
suck. We were off to the races.

My previous experiences with group play were mostly with older Alums and
team supporters. You played for a night and then they were gone. I was a
little uneasy with fellow team members. I was with them almost every day.

Guido came over to me. "Have you ever tried Italian high test before?"  he
asked.

"No, but it sounds like it would be tasty," I said.

Guido leaned closer to me. "It's tasty and plentiful.  Is that a problem?"

Max joined us and we made a threesome.  I sucked Guido as Max sucked me.
Max was the star quarterback. I was to be his replacement.  We got along
well, but I always felt a bit uneasy. He was going to graduate, but I was
still going to be his replacement.  It seems that Max was able to suck my
anxiety out through my cock.  He obviously enjoyed it. It was hard to think
straight because Guido's special high test distracted me. He said it was
good, but it came close to intoxicating me.

We switched places several times.  Guido sucked me as I sucked Max. Max was
already leaking.  His juice wasn't quite as tasty as Guido's was but it was
good. I laughed to myself. I was thinking about cock drool in the same way
a wine fancier thinks about a good vintage. It wasn't quite like that, but
it was close.

We were all having a good time. At Brandenburg, we were all careful.  Here
we could all let loose and enjoy each other, and enjoy we did. It was good.
Carl let it slip that he had never been fucked. When you are in a group of
six, naked and erect men, you just don't let it just slip. We all were
willing to help him.

Carl was big, but not handsome. His Dad was carpenter out west in Bristol.
Carl was scholarship student.  He was a good ball player, but most people
didn't notice him. He seemed to be the one who passed the ball to the man
who made the touchdown. Carl was willing to make other players look good.
His cock didn't seem to be impressive, but that was because he was so
big. It looked small in comparison.  He was Chemistry major.

I didn't know how experienced the men were, other than Lem. We had a little
round table discussion on the best way to take a cock for the first time.
Of course, Lem had learned from his cousins, Guido took lessons from his
brother's best friend.  Max took his coach's cock.

"Did it hurt? Carl asked.

"I was so excited I hardly could tell," Max said. "Coach was a real man's
man.  I had a crush on him, and if he had said, he wanted to shove a
red-hot iron brand into my ass I would have agreed. He took his time and
then fucked me like a mad man."

"Was this in the locker room?" Carl asked.

"No, it was after graduation a few days before I left for Brandenburg. My
Birthday is on New Years and I was 19. I was jogging and saw him mowing the
grass at his house. He was shirtless and covered in sweat. He offered me a
drink and I went in the house with him," Max explained. "He was shirtless
and I must have stared. He was on good-looking man. I readjusted my balls a
few times and he noticed."

"Coach told me that I shouldn't start anything I wasn't willing to
finish. I said I was willing to go all the way. He then told me he was a
man and wasn't into boy games. To this day o don't know if he was trying to
scare me off or dare me to do it.  I did," Max said. "I wasn't that sure
about it after he first popped his knob through my sphincter, but an hour
later it was good, real good!"

"Did he cum in you?" Tommy asked.

"He told me he was going to either shoot in my ass or cum in my mouth," Max
said. "He wasn't going to leave any evidence like Clinton."

Which did he do?"

"We did both," Max replied. "He shot off in my ass then he sucked me
dry. You can't believe how good it is to have your coach sucking your cock
and eating every drop of sperm."

"I learned at the Mountain Vista Motel," Henry said. "I was the night clerk
during the summer. I was supposed to be just a waiter in the restaurant.
The night clerk didn't show up one night and I pinched hit for him.  It
turned out the former clerk had been skimming cash, and when the owner
discovered he had twice the income the nights I was there, I was hired."

"And that turned into sex?" Carl asked.

"Almost everything at a motel can turn into sex," Henry said. "I'm not
everyone's cup of tea, but I hit the spot for some men. I had some fun with
a truck driver, and the word got out. It was quick and easy for me. The
first man who did me was a nice old bear, with an average cock. It slid in
easy and then worked its magic.  You could say my first cock came with
training wheels."

Tommy had some lubricant, and I worked on Carl's ass. I wasn't too sure
about fucking him, but after fingering his ass for a while, I realized he
was ready. Henry took the honors as the first man to fuck Carl.  Carl loved
it and wanted more. When I say, he wanted more. I mean it. By the time we
went to bed, we had all poked him.  Carl would have gone on all night if he
hadn't fallen asleep.

The next morning I woke up early. Tommy said he had coffee ready to go, so
I pulled on my jockeys and went to the kitchen. I pressed the start button
on the coffee maker and I saw a man at door. I jumped a little.

"I take you are one of Tommy friends," he said. "I'm Tom Senior.  I got
home unexpectedly."

"Is your wife here too?"

"No, she's visiting her sister in Tampa. She'll be gone for a month or
so. She likes it warm," he said. Tom senior was wearing a robe. "Are you
having a good time?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Richmond is a big city for me.  I come from a really small
town."

"I'm from Emporia," he said.  "Richmond was a big city for me.  As a kid,
my folks brought me here to see the Real Santa and ride the escalators.  It
still seems exciting to a country boy like me." His robe fell open. He made
no effort to cover himself. He was hairy like a gorilla, a well-hung
gorilla.

I must have stared. He smiled. "We are all boys here," he said.

"You aren't very boy like," I said.

"Does that bother you?"

"Not at all," I said, "Not one bit."

"You can relax. Tommy and I share common sexual tastes," he said.

"Do you two.  . ."

"No, we aren't lovers and we're not playmates either," Tommy Senior
said. "A year ago he discovered me in a compromising position. I thought he
would be appalled. He was relieved.  He was afraid I would discover the
truth about him. It's been good since then. He was afraid I would find out.
There was one bump. I found out Tommy connected with Barney, my pal. Barney
is a fireman.  I didn't expect that Tommy and I would share the same taste
in men."

"You are okay with that now?"

"I am fine with it, but I must admit, Barney is even finer," he
said. "Barney liked it a lot."

"Do you like younger men?" I asked.

"I don't have enough experience to know," he said. He looked at me. "I'd be
willing to give it a try."

"So would I," I said. The coffee was ready. "Maybe we could get together
later?"

"I'd like that," Tommy Senior said.