Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2013 18:51:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Sex Ever 3

Best Sex Ever 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 comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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ED

I nursed Freddy for the last year of his life.  He had cancer.  I looked up
his cancer on the web and I knew it was hopeless. There are miracles, but
the survival rate was dismal. His daughter, Sally wanted him to do every
possible treatment regardless of the success rate and Freddy wanted to
please her. She lived two hundred miles away and visited every month or
two.  I took care of him through the radiation, the chemotherapy and the
failed operation.

I tried to tell her things weren't going well, but Sally wasn't a good
listener, and she never believed in anything that could potentially
inconvenience her. She had standards.  At the funeral, she told her friends
she had no idea he was as sick as he was and his death was a shock.

A friend of mine who overheard her said you could tell Freddy was dying the
second you entered the room.  Freddy never imposed or demanded anything and
he tried to do as much for himself as possible. He didn't complain, but his
body was failing. We had a trip to the hospital every two weeks and a few
major rescue squad events. I did it all near the end.

It was a relief for me and a blessing for Freddy when he died.  I had known
him for 20 years and we lived together for 12. I wasn't as much lonely when
he died as lost. I suddenly had no way to spend my extra time. He was 15
years older than I am, but I was well beyond my prime when he died.
Fifty-five-year-old bald and bearded men aren't much in demand in the gay
world.

I had never been into bars or clubs. Most of the places I had known when I
was younger had closed.  Gay bars and clubs have a short life span.  I had
discovered the internet years earlier.  There I soon discovered that the
more attractive a man, the further away he was.  I knew of some men who
would fly off and meet a potential playmate in a distant city. I didn't
have the money or desire to do that. I had a nine to five job and two weeks
of vacation annually. That cut into my jet setting adventure time.

I moved to a smaller place and settled into a quiet routine.  It was
boring, but all those trips to the hospital made boring seem good to me.

I did chat regularly with a man who lived a hundred miles away, Henry.  He
seemed to be nice and it was fun to chat with him.  He invited me to a
party at his house.  He said it was an all male party, and most of the
guests were older. He also told me it was a nudist group.  I said my body
wasn't ready for a naked party.  He laughed and told me the men who came to
the party were open-minded; not one was centerfold material.  I said I
might consider it.

My chat buddy, Henry, seemed to think I needed to get out. I told him I was
just fine. He told me that while there was a playroom upstairs, I could
stay downstairs and just chat. I said I'd think about it.

Nudity didn't play a role in my life growing up. My father was a proper, up
tight businessman and his idea of informal dress was not to wear a tie. He
did wear alligator shirts for golf, but he never wore a tee shirt as a
shirt even in the house. In contrast, Freddy and I spent a lot of time
naked. We lived on a big farm and it was secluded. There was no need to
wear clothes. After a day of yard work, we would often sit naked on the
porch and have a beer. The porch had a good view of the farm road and we
could see a car's dust well before we could see the car. It was nice to be
naked and relaxed. The nudity was usually as prelude for sex, so it was
always a bit titillating.

I found myself thinking about Henry's party. At first, it seemed like a big
leap for me.  A week later, I realized I was living alone and there was no
reason not to try it out. The worst that could happen was that I didn't
like it and I would go home. I figured why not.

Two weeks later, I drove to Henry's house. I got there a bit early.  I had
misjudged the time it took to get there. Henry and his partner Joe were
getting ready and I helped some.  Actually, Joe was a bit disorganized and
I helped out quite a bit.

The first men arrived at 7:00 and fifteen minutes we went up stairs to
strip. I was uneasy for a little while, but that passed. It was an average
group of men and I was new. Everyone was nice and pleasant. Henry had
six-man hot tub on a covered porch and I went there. All was placid above
the water line but there was activity under the surface. Men were in and
out of the tub; most left with erections. That didn't embarrass them or
anyone else for that matter.

More men came, and a little later, a few men vanished up the stairs to the
playroom, otherwise known as the master bedroom. I went up just to see what
was going on.

If the first rule of being an educated man is to know yourself, I failed
miserably. I stayed in the playroom for a long while and did more than
observe. Technically, I was in the playroom for the next three hours.  I
had heard of nudist groups that were into nudism as a life style choice,
but not sexual.  They liked the freedom and fellowship of being in a nude
group.  As far as I could tell, everyone at this party wanted sex.  That
included me.

I was like a kid in a candy store. There were between six and fifteen men
in the room at any one time.  One or two men were on their knees sucking
anything that came in reach. Several men were on the bed, going at it hot
and heavy. Other men watched the show, gave advice and helped out when
needed.

Everyone was having fun.  It was sex but it was also casual and easy. Henry
had said it was no strings, and indeed, it was that. I sucked several men
and several sucked me.  One man told me, he was getting close, but he
wanted to save up for later.  That was fine with me.

After an hour, the sex was less casual. Several other men joined the
group. One left after an hour. It wasn't his sort of scene.  The rest of us
were having a good time.

I remembered one of my rare trips to a gay bar. Everyone was waiting for
Mr. Right, and wondering if they would connect with anyone. Here, sucking a
cock was just being neighborly. You could connect with everyone. The place
was high of pleasure and low on drama.  Of course, there were a few drama
Queens in the group, but they weren't a problem.

At first, I didn't know what was expected or usual. Henry didn't have a
checklist of dos and don'ts.  He said ask first. That was his only advice.
Freddy and I had an active sex life, but it was private.  Our sex was
one-on-one. Here, no one here seemed to be shy, but I had no idea just how
shy they actually were.

The first hour was pretty wild, but I soon discovered that was just the
warm-up period.  I went to a second bedroom here someone had set up a
sling. One young man named Bruce was in the sling.  A ring of admirers
surrounded the sling, and they were taking turns fucking Bruce. Bruce
seemed happy as a lark. His ass was wide open and heavily lubricated. While
the sex was intense, there was no menace in the air.  It was a bunch of men
having fun. No one was trying to prove anything or show off. No one was
uneasy, least of all Bruce.

When I returned to the main bedroom, the sex was in the air. I connected
with a young, beefy, very hairy man, Mark. He was in his later twenties,
but the hair and beard made him look older.  He liked older men.  At one
time, I would have been insulted to be considered older, but I was relieved
to find someone I excited. I had met him first in the hot tub and he had
sought me out.

A handsome man of my age came over to us. I sucked him as the younger man
sucked me. During a break, Rod, the older man, asked, "Are you having a
good time, son?" of the hairy stud.

"It's been good Daddy," Mark replied. He went off to get something to
drink. Rod, the older man told me they were partners.  I thought, oh shit,
I've been trespassing.

Rod must have sensed my worry. "We don't have an open relationship, but as
long as he lets me know who he's playing with, I fine with some fun on the
side," Rod said.

"I don't want to cause problems," I said.

Rod smiled.  "I'm all top, and Mark is a bottom, but once and a while he
wants to step out a fuck a little," he said, "I don't bottom at all. I
figure this is a good place for Mark to blow off some steam." He looked at
me.  "Does that bother you?"

"It should bother me, but it doesn't," I said. "It turns me on." Rod leaned
close to me.

"I've done a lot of guys in my life. Mark knows that, but I never see him
get it on with another man," he said. "I fuck Mark every time I can. He
likes it when I'm squirting my load in his ass. He likes that a lot. I'd
like to see him do it.  His ass is mine, though. It's a no fly zone."  I
nodded.

I didn't tell him that I met Mark in the hot tub, I had fondled Mark and
somehow I ended up with two fingers in his ass, massaging his
prostate. Mark had loved that. I kept that to myself.

Rod was well hung, on the high side of average. Mark had a short, stubby
cock. Erect it wasn't that short, but it was very thick. I mentioned that
to Rod.

"Things will work out," he said.

Mark came back and we went to a second, small bedroom. It wasn't as crowded
as the main playroom and it was dark. Mark sat on the edge of the bed as I
sucked him.  He was very excited. Rod went to my rear and nudged his knob
into my hole. His cockhead felt cool, and I knew it was lubricated. As I
deep throated Mark, Rod gave a hard thrust and he was deep in me.

"Oh Daddy!" Mark cried.

"I'm just lubricating him for you, Son," Rod said. Rod wasn't a graceful
fucker, but it was effective. When he pulled out, he made Mark get on the
bed, and I sat on his cock. It was thick and it was a challenge.  Mark's
good attitude made it easier. He loved it and was appreciative. A little
later Rod fucked me again, and then Mark screwed me.  I was on my back,
with my legs on his shoulders.  Mark loved that. Rod was playing with
Mark's tits when Mark let loose. I was sure that every drop of sperm in
Mark's body was in my ass when he was done. Things calmed down. Rod and
Mark left. While we had been going at it, several men had been in the room.
One man had stayed the entire time.

"You put on a good show," he said.

"You liked it?"

"I sure did," he said. "I'm Ed, by the way."

"I'm John," I said. His cock was almost in my face so I stuck out my tongue
and licked it. I'm not that socially skilled, but I did know how to make
fiends at a gay orgy. When soft, Ed's cock was average. It grew into
something impressive.  It wasn't quite as large and meaty as Freddy's cock
had been, but it was nice.

I deep throated it and that impressed Ed. He was slim and of average
height, with a handsome face and an average body. I'm beefy and hairy and
he liked that. He got on the bed and we sixty-nined. That was a great
success. We took a breather.

"Damn, I'd like to fuck you," he said. "I like to take my time,; roll over
for a second, let's give it a try."  I did as he asked. He nudged his cock
into my ass and slowly pushed. He cock slid in easily. I was winded and
shocked. It was wonderful.

My late partner's cock was larger, but Ed's seemed to be almost as
effective. I felt something I hadn't felt in almost two years. "I live
nearby, would you like to really get it on?" he said.

"You live nearby?" I asked.

"I sure do.  Are you in the mood for some quality time?" Ed asked. I told
him I was. Ten minutes later, we were on the way to his house. His idea of
close wasn't mine, but when we got there, it was nice rambling house on a
river.

We went to the bedroom. "Would you like a little blue pill?" he asked.

"I've never had one, do they work?" I asked.

"They work for me," he said.  I took the pill. We talked a little, but soon
stripped and jumped in the bed. I assumed the pill would take a while to
work, but I was more than ready, as was Ed. We sucked each other, but I
wanted his cock in me so I soon sat on it. It was magical.

Freddy's cock was bigger and the sensations had been overwhelming. I had
always wanted to have a long session with Freddy, but I always shot off too
soon to do that. Ed's organ was slightly smaller and I felt the thrill, but
not the need to climax.

I soon discovered Ed had the world's longest fuse. He could go for an hour
plus and still be enthusiastic and hard. He liked to alternate periods of
intense pounding with more leisurely interludes of massage. He also liked
to try different positions. While he could really pound me when I was on my
back, he loved to slip in from the rear. This was perfect for a long fuck.
It was stimulating enough to stay hard, but not so stimulating to cause a
climax. I could catch my breath in these interludes. He had lube available,
but he didn't need much. He seemed to be mostly self-lubricating.

It was all intense and I got tired.  That was good too. As I got tired, I
relaxed and he could get deeper into my ass. Here I was in my mid-fifties,
and he was fucking virgin areas in my ass. Eventually, I could do nothing
but respond to his cock.

My late partner was a master fucker and a considerate one too, but we never
had what I would call a leisurely session.  Freddy was never rough or
crude, but I always knew I was being fucked. His urge to fuck was closely
followed by an urge to climax.  We never made it longer than a half hour.
Ed liked being in my ass, but we could actually talk some times as he
slowly massaged my rectum. There seemed to be a disconnect between his
desire to fuck and a need to climax. He took his time.

"I like quality time in an ass," he explained. "The destination is nice,
but the trip is fun too."  As he spoke, he used his cock to punctuate his
comment. He rammed me hard when he said the world destination, but then he
rubbed my prostate gently when he said massage.

"Do you lose control once and a while?" I asked.

Sometimes," he admitted. "Usually my playmate is the one who loses it
first.  I like to play," he added.  As before, he made a deeper thrust when
he said play. "Why don't you roll on your side; I like to go in from the
rear again.  It was good that way too.

"You're good at this," I said. "Do you get much practice?"

"I love a long, leisurely fuck, but it's hard to find someone who likes it
as much as you do," he said. "I'm bigger than most. Some guys don't enjoy
it that much as you do."

"You can tell I like it?"

"Well, let's just say I could tell the welcome mat was out!" Ed said. "You
have good muscle tone too. Your ass is nice and firm." I squeezed my
sphincter. "That's it baby. Milk that cock!" I did everything I was told.

Sex with Freddy was always exciting, but tense. His cock was at the limit
of what I could take. It was shock to my system the first time he entered
me.  A little anxiety remained every time he fucked me. It was always an
event. Freddy was never rough, but his cock was what he cock was. I'm
pretty sure I had a deeper relationship with his cock than anyone else
did. Anyone who saw it was impressed. There is a big difference between
being impressed and taking it in the ass.

For some men it was a challenge and an ordeal. It was a challenge for me,
but never and ordeal. I craved it. Freddy bottomed too, I topped him, but
every time we connected eventually, his cock ended up deep in my ass.

Ed was different. He was at ease fucking and enjoyed it as a pleasant way
to spend a night or an afternoon. You could say Freddy was a sprinter; Ed
ran marathons. Ed was completely relaxed as he fucked. The complete
relaxation definitely did not include his cock. If it began to soften, I
could squeeze my ass and it would perk up.

I had noticed Ed seemed to punctuate his conversation with his cock,
underlining comments with a thrust of jiggle. I soon discovered I could
send his messages with my sphincter. If I squeezed my ass, he would pick up
the pace.  If I tightened and grabbed his organ, he would have a little
tug-of-war. Of course, he won every battle, but that was good for me too.
If I shifted my legs, he would push deeper.

We reached some passionate high points, but the passionate low points were
good for me. When I left the house the next morning we had connected for
the first time since Freddy died.