Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 12:10:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Farmers Co-Op 2

The Farmers Co-Op 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, comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

Four months after the Co-Op opened in our new building I had a fall and
sprained my right ankle. I was out of commission for most of a week until
the swelling went down before they could put a brace on it.  I stayed home
and did nothing. I couldn't even drive since it was my gas pedal foot.  I
had a chance to think about the co-op and my pals there.

I had known most of the men from catch-as-catch-can blow jobs. The more
recent sessions at the Co-Op gave me very different impressions of the
men. A quick and nervous connection in my office wasn't the same as an hour
or two in the shower and locker room.  The office interludes were purely
sexual. The locker room connections were more personal, social and much
more sexual.

Eventually the men relaxed and let it all hang out. They discovered their
own desires were not unique or that unusual. Sex changed from being a rare
interlude into a part of their normal life. Intimacy increased as did the
intensity of sexual release.

When you live on an isolated farm and spend much of your life alone, it's
easy to get the wrong impressions about life. It is especially hard if you
are a Baptist or Methodist and think anything related to the flesh is a
sin. This is made more difficult if you have a conventional view of
manliness. Strong, silent types were much admired. Hiding your emotions and
ignoring pain were parts of the male persona.

There are times when these are good traits, but not during sex. Tommy
Goodhue was a regular and a low key sexual manic. He loved sex and he
craved it.  For years a quick blow job followed by a polite thank you were
the highlights of his sexual life.  He was never naked and most of the time
his cock was deep in my throat.

Once he discovered the locker room at the Co-Op he realized the potential
of having a room filled with nude, erect men. When he was in the group,
Tommy had tried to pretend he was disinterested, but his erection told
another tale.  He found out he liked the company and the excitement of
shared sex. Sherriff Southard liked to take several loads and Tommy liked
to add to the brew.  Shoving his cock into an ass filled with his pals'
semen flipped Tommy's sex switch to overdrive.  Tommy could no longer
pretend he just dabbled in man sex when better options weren't
available. That was downright silly.

One evening Tommy had Southern bent into a pretzel with his legs on his
shoulders and Tommy's cock was deep in the cream filled hole. Tommy had his
legs spread wide and his hole on display. Trooper Willis saw Tommy's hole
as an opportunity. Willis rear ended him and much to my surprise, all was
well.

I am no expert, but it looked like an easy entry to me.  I had a feeling
that Tommy might have been entertaining on back porch before. Tommy spread
his legs a little wider. Southard, Tommy and Willis' cocks were in close
communion. Both Tommy and Southard were gasping for breath as their
prostates served as punching bags. A minute or two later there was a
complete exchange of sperm between the three men.

Tommy bellowed as he released his man seed. He usually tried to play it
cool or to pretend he wasn't into it. He pulled out of Southard and he was
still spurting. Willis had just begun unloading and Tommy was twitching his
ass to give the Trooper some encouragement.  Willis didn't need any
encouragement, but the gesture was nice.

I knew I liked man sex, but some in the group were uneasy. It's hard to
give up the attitudes of a life time and be truthful about yourself and
your sexual preferences.  Tommy discovered that giving up on your old
attitudes had a beneficial result. It wasn't that he was at peace with
himself.  That was good, but the sex was better when you didn't hold
back. The orgasms seem stronger and more intense.

Milton White was the man who realized this first. Milton was an odd
case. He loved his wife and he loved sex with women. He wouldn't cheat on
his wife with another woman, but he loved sex and he didn't mind messing
around with men. They didn't get pregnant and weren't interested in
marriage.

"You know Steve," he said to me. "I don't get romantically attached to
men. I don't love them the way I love my wife. I have discovered that if I
pretend to love them for a half hour or hour, it can be fucking good! I
seem to get harder and I love it when I can fuck them to the moon and
back. Henry gets into it big time."

"Well, you can do anything you want to Henry.  He craves attention," I
said.

"I can't do that," Milton said.  "I know Henry would do anything I asked
him too, whether he liked it or not. It's no fun for me unless he loves it
too. I like to figure out what floats a guy's boat. Henry only likes to be
fucked when I do him from the rear and pinch his tits.  Elbert likes it
when I bend his legs almost double. If I play with his ear lobes his ass
opens wide. If I let him unwind and then sit on his tool, he squirts as
soon as his knob is on the dark side of my sphincter. He shoots a huge load
and it lubricates my ass good."

"You've made a study of everyone here?" I asked.

"Not yet," Milton said.  "But I am working on it. Incidentally, you are on
my list."

"I'm an open book," I said.

"I know you are the sparkplug behind this group, but I've never seen you
lose it and go at it like a dog in heat," he said.

"You are a voyeur?"

"I think sex is best when you share it," Milton replied. "It odd. I could
never do a threesome with my wife. We are too close for that and our
relationship is too intimate. With guys it seems that the more the
merrier. I love watching a guy getting hot and bothered and then getting
off. I love helping him along. Squirting cocks are so messy and
unpredictable. Sometimes they spurt a little, drool or maybe they will hit
the ceiling."

"I use to pick up shop and go home after the main fireworks," he
continued. "I discovered Henry's cock remains sensitive after the orgasm. I
can keep him twitching and shivering long after the main event. Sometimes I
get a full scale ejaculation. That is really nice."

After several months of somewhat regular play, most of the men knew who
liked what. Fred, our visiting truck driver liked it in the ass and he let
everyone know it. He was so masculine and enthusiastic several other men
admitted to having the taste for anal sex and some gave it a try.  They
thought they were missing something.

Southard brought a pal with him who became a regular. Glen was a
fifty-year-old nurse. He was blond, brawny, well-hung and moderately
hairy. He had been a corpsman in the Marines and had a crew cut. He was
like Fred in that he was a man's man and loved man sex. Glen had detailed
knowledge of the male genital anatomy, with a special interest in the
prostate. He liked to massage it, sometimes with his cock, but usually with
a finger or two. He had developed what he called his Prostate Magic Tricks,
or prostate mind control.

It was in mid-August when Glen, Tommy, Raleigh, Trooper Willis and the
Jones twins stayed late. Glen was always up for some fun and he had a broad
vision of sexual possibilities.  When they passed out sexual hang ups at
birth, he didn't get any. If it felt good, he did it. If it might feel
good, he'd try it. He would talk about sex the way the farmers talked about
spring planting, it was just a part of life.

Willis and the Jones twins were at the other end of the sexual
spectrum. They didn't like showing all their cards. They attended the
afterhour's events regularly but they were restrained and bit uneasy. I had
the impression they were afraid that someone might think they were gay when
they were in a group of fucking and sucking men.

Glen wasn't exactly a handsome man; he was a man's man. He seemed to have
an extra dose of most male characteristics. He wasn't aggressive, but he
was forceful. When he said, "Let's try this," more often than not you would
go along with him. He was likable, friendly and cheerful. Willis and the
Jones twins didn't know him well. Raleigh and Tommy knew him better.

Glen had another unusual chacteristics. Some oversexed men are deep into
self-gratification. That doesn't bother most men since we all share a
tendency that way. After all the orgasm is the primary objective. Glenn got
off on giving his playmates' pleasure. He wanted to know what turned them
on and he enjoyed watching them lose it and shoot off.

He wasn't a voyeur, since he had his share of orgasms. I think he may have
had the shortest recharge time of any man I knew.  Four of five orgasms in
an hour or two were normal for him. Glen did enjoy cum hounds and he seemed
to find them.  I noticed that several men who weren't into man seed were
willing to take his home brew, straight from the spigot.

When I said he like to help men to enjoy themselves, I under stated the
case. He like it when you lost all you inhibitions and turned into a
quivering and moaning sexually charged body.  He joked about men who wanted
to have sex without mussing their hair. He like sweaty, quivering moaning,
cock drooling, ass opening sex, with no holds barred and no holding back.

I admit Glen turned me on, but I was also uneasy with him. I am reserved
and it seemed unseemly to let it all hang out.

It had been a difficult day at the Co-Op. One of the delivery trucks had a
flat tire.  The truck was fully loaded and needed to empty before the tire
could be fixed. We had several difficult customers and the air-conditioning
went on the blink. By the time we closed I was bushed. I wanted to go home
and go to bed.

No one was hanging around at 4:30 and I assumed there would be no activity
after hours. The Jones boys showed up at five and as my last employee left
at 5:30. By then, I had a full crew of men wanting some fun.

Glen was talking to the Jones boys. Don and Dave Jones liked to be sucked
and fuck.  They would suck when inspired. They had the most limited
repertoire of the men at the Co-Op. They were handsome, very identical and
pleasant. They were close to being pretty and had no problem playing with
the older men.

Their folks were killed in a car accident when they were 13 and they were
raised by a reprobate uncle. Uncle Earl was not good for much, but he had
loved his sister, their mother. He did as well with them as he could.  Many
years earlier, Uncle Earl had been the first man to give me a blow job at
the rest stop on the interstate. He had no teeth and he sucked up every
drop. It was good and neat too. It was dark and I was shocked to find out
it was Earl.

As far as I could tell Earl never touched his nephews sexually and when I
told them about the blow job, they were shocked. They had no idea he was
into that sort of stuff. Don told me they were born gay, not trained.

People lie about that sort of stuff, but I am pretty sure it was true. Old
Earl got around and when I compared notes with his other playmates, we
realized the twins shared no common sexual techniques or tastes with
Earl. He swallowed cock hole; they nibbled on the knob. He bottomed, they
topped.

Anyway Glen was trying to talk them into a prostate exam. I guess they knew
they had prostates, but the little glands were untouched in their pretty
asses. Raleigh and Trooper Willis joined in the conversation.

Glen, Raleigh, Willis and the twins were the best looking men in the
Co-Op. They were all impressive men.  None of them were hung up on their
looks, but as I watched them talk, I could tell they were
excited. Hamburger has the same nutritional value as sirloin steaks, but
once and a while it is nice to have a steak dinner. All of them were
well-built, well-hung and sexually generous.

Glen talked Raleigh into a having a prostate massage. Finger fucking and a
prostate massage are the same thing, but the massage sounded better. In
Glen's defense it more of massage than a fuck. Glen had told me that the
prostate was the forgotten sex organ and it needed to be treated
gently. Working your fingers into an ass is not the stuff of love poetry,
but Glenn was master of the anal arts.

Glen talked as he worked his finger in to Raleigh's ass. He talked
continuously, and invited us into the conversation. He took his time, and
talked about how pretty and tight a man ass could be.  "It's nice when it
both open and firm," he said.

"Usually it's tight and firm for me when I fuck," Willis said. "I never get
the ass open."

"You need to take your time, work it in slow," Glen said. "Do you ease it
in or do it battering ram style?"

"Battering ram all the way!" Willis replied.

"I can vouch for that!" I said. Everyone laughed.

"And how was the ass?" Don asked.  "It was tight, firm and eventually sperm
filled."

"Do all asses feel the same way?" Glen asked. By now he had two fingers in
Raleigh's ass. It was effortless and Raleigh looked happy. "Willis is nice
and hard now. Would you prefer his cock to my fingers?"

"Willis has been in me a few times, I'll stick with you," Raleigh said.
Glen pushed in a little deeper.

"There it is, the magic button," Glen said. Raleigh's eyes crossed and he
moaned.

"This is where I need to be careful.  It's very delicate. If you treat it
right, it has its rewards," Glen said. "It can be lovely if we can keep it
going. He's on the edge and he can shoot at any minute." He moved his hand
a little, but since his fingers were deep in Raleigh's ass I couldn't tell
what he was doing.

"The question is, "How much pleasure can a man feel? Can there be too much
pleasure?"

"My question is can the finger be as effective as a cock?" I asked.

"It seem to me that is question that requires extensive experimentation,"
Glen said with a smile. "From my own experience my cock has been welcome
after the massage."

"I need a rest," Raleigh said. Glenn pulled his fingers out. Willis coated
his cock with lube and slipped it into Raleigh. He moaned as the cock went
deep.

Glen went to the twins. "Do you want to give it a try?" he asked. Raleigh
and Willis were both moaning now. Everyone was turned on. Sex was in the
air and there was no way to escape it. No one wanted to escape it.

"Let's take the jump,' Don said. We were all involved. Raleigh and Willis
were going at it big time. Willis has slowed his normal battering ram style
to a nice pumping action. I could tell that his cock and Raleigh's ass were
becoming increasingly sensitive as he pumped. It was clear that even very
small motions had a big payoff.

Don seemed to have volunteered Dave to receive Glenn's attention. Don was
the bolder of the twins, but he was also the Alpha male. Dave didn't ever
object or complain. Glen was massaging Dave's hole. Don was keeping a hawk
eye on his bother, and wanted to make sure he was okay.

Glenn explained what he was doing, combining medical terminology and sexual
slang. I was with them. I was hard as a rock, as was Don. Dave was half
hard.  He was a little uneasy. No one had ever played with his hole before,
but he was excited. Glen had been semi-erect when he played with Raleigh;
he was fully erect now.  The twins were beautiful men. I assumed he wanted
to be the first to visit Dave's rectum.

Glen slowly worked his finger deeper.  Don suddenly moaned and his cock
twitched.  "I can tell your prostate is in working order," Glen
remarked. "Does it feel good?"

"Fucking yes!" Dave moaned.

 "I'm going to leave my finger where it is. You just wiggle that pretty ass
of yours and let's see what happens," Glen said. "Let's see what feels
good."

"Be careful, Davy," Don said.

"This is really good Don," Dave said, "and I mean real good!"  He was
rotating and wiggling his ass. I could tell when he found a good spot.

"Let me see if there is room for another finger," Glen said. "You are
tight, but I think you are opening up some." Everything was done in slow
motion, there were no surprises and Dave relaxed. He trusted Glen and was
willing to go along with whatever he did.

"I'm going to give your prostate a little workout. I have a finger on each
side and I'm going massage it," Glen said.

"Can I do it? "Don asked. Glenn looked at Don and his hands.

"Your fingernails are too long," Glenn said. "In a little while he'll be
ready for your cock, if you want to give it a try."

"I don't know if I want to be the first," Don said. "Do you want to give
him a poke?"

"I'd love to fuck him," Glen said. "Are you okay with that Dave?"

"Sure," he said

"Could you shove it in, but not breed him?" Don asked.

"It's hard to hold back," Glen said. "You know how that is."

"I wouldn't mind, Don," Dave said. "It would be nice."

"Have you ever been in a cream filled ass Don?" Glen asked. "I shoot a big
load; it will be smooth as silk when I'm done. Sperm acts like little ball
bearings." Don smiled.

"Are you ready, Davy?" Glen asked. Dave nodded. Glen positioned his cock
head at the hole and pushed gently.

"I'm just going to knock on the door a few times. You can let me in or keep
me out. It's up to you," Glen explained.  "I won't be mad or disappointed
if you change your mind. It's your ass, I'm just visitor."

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"I sure do, but it's up to you."  Glen must have pushed a little harder,
the knob vanished in Dave's ass.

"Are you okay Davy?" Don asked. Davy answered.

"It's fine, but not as good as the fingers were."

Glen smiled. "Let me see what I can do about that," he said as he pushed
deeper. It was obvious that Glen knew exactly were Dave's prostate was
hiding.  Dave lit up like a Christmas tree when Glen's boated knob rubbed
the little sex gland.

Don was staring intently at Glen's cock as it slipped into his brother's
ass. Dave was moaning and rotating his ass to get the organ into the right
place. "Pull it out and push it in again," he said.

"Dave has a hole that makes friends fast," Glen said. "Watch the way his
hole twitches when I touch it.  That's an invitation." His cock was out.
Glen touched it to the hole and the pushed his entire cock into Dave. Dave
sighed in satisfaction.

"Let me try it," Don said. Glen pulled out and quickly coated Don's cock
with lube. Don stepped up to the plate and shoved his cock into Dave.

"Oh, shit!" he cried, "I'm shooting."

"That's what we are here for," Glen said. "Fill him up. Dave, milk him!
Squeeze that ass and milk every drop of your brother's cum!"

When Don pulled out, Glen re-entered. Glen had a thick cock and Don's semen
oozed out of the hole as Glen went deep. Glen was like a great musician
playing his favorite instrument. Dave was floating somewhere in sex heaven.
I looked at Glen and realized he was right there with Dave. When Glen shot
off, Dave began to spurt too.

I assumed the night activities were at an end, but that wasn't the case.
Things were too good for anyone to go home.