Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2010 19:02:21 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Rod & Gun Club 5 Rod & Gun Club 5 by Bald Hairy Man This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. I have quite a few stories on Nifty. Look for Bald Hairy Man in the prolific authors section. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. My Aunt Sally died unexpectedly that week and I had to do the family thing. Dad came from a big family, four boys and three girls. Sally was the nicest of them. The older generation were all hard working folk, but some of my younger cousins were pretty trashy. Sally was charitable to the ones who fucked up the most. The bad ones didn't come to the funeral. I covered myself in glory by both coming to the funeral and wearing a tie. Sally would have loved that and her family appreciated the effort. With the funeral and a job out of town, I didn't get back to the club for two weeks. Life had changed for the better when I joined the Rod & Gun. It seemed less stressful and calmer. I think I never admitted to my self how much I enjoyed sex. Sex was so irregular, I talked myself into believing it was just a minor part of me life. With the Club and the potential for regular sex I could admit just how much I liked it. How anyone could pretend sex was unimportant is a mystery to me. For the life of me I can't figure out the value of virginity. While being a virgin might be admirable for a woman, it is an embarrassment for men. No one respects a male virgin. Chasity is only for women. What for a woman is being a slut, for a man is just being a real man. When I got back from my work in Lynchburg I found a message on my answering machine from Junior. He said he was having birthday party on Friday. He wanted me to come and not to worry about a present. All he wanted was hanging between my legs. I was going to call him and see if it was too late to come, since the party was that evening, but he called. I apologized for not responding. He asked if I could make it. I said yes. I jumped in the car a drove to the club. I would shower there. The Hood family, Hiram, Ovid and Virgil were there with Big Dan, Junior, Danny and Luther. Jerry Fuller, the Games Master and Alex Lewis, the hunt Master were there too. I was a little surprised to see Tom Jefferson and two other black guys there. The Hoods were a very white family and portions were very redneck. Virgil introduced me to Jerry. When I saw him I recognized he was a pharmacist. He was in his late fifties, a bit bland but pleasant. He arranged the party. “Let me clue you in on the plans for the night. The birthday boy gets what he wants,” Virgil said. “Usually he as after someone's ass. As a general rule all sex is voluntary, but when it's someone's birthday, it's essentially required. Junior has been a top and there are few unplowed fields here.” “Junior wants us to make our famous Rod & Hunt Club Punch. We haven't done this in years but it use to be more common,” Lewis explained. “The punch is a collection of sperm donations from the men in the club. It more of a curiosity than a taste treat.” Virgil leaned closer to me. “Junior's never tried black meat before. He's decided to try the meat and to take the cream too.” “Do we shoot in a glass?” I asked. “Junior had a tight ass,” Virgil said. “We're going to use this as an opportunity to open him up some. We have a selection of men and cocks here. Junior wants them big, but I think a gradual increase in size would be more realistic. By the way, you are last on his dance card. Do you object to sloppy seconds?” I told him I had no problem at all. Apparently Junior hadn't told his father I had already made a visit to his man cunt. Virgil went off to talk with a cousin and Tom came over to me with his friends. “Bill, I'd like you to meet some of my pals,” he said. “This is Rodney, he's an English and Latin teacher at the high school.” Rodney was as tall as Tom, but solid, rather than muscular. “My other friend is Talbert. He a fitness trainer at the local heath club and spa.” We shook hands. Talbert was all muscle, but no more than five feet four. Talbert was shaved from head to toe, except for a cube of pubic hair. He was nicely hung and cut. Talbert was a very black, black man, but his cock head was pink. By contrast, Rodney was Hershey's milk chocolate, except for his genitals which were Hershey's Special Dark. Rodney must have been the furriest black man I had ever seen. His beard and pelt were white. He was handsome, distinguished looking and soft spoken. We talked and got along well. Rodney was a friend of Lamar's English teacher, Dudley. It was a cheerful group and there was beer. Alcohol was only for special occasions at the Club. Hiram told me a regular diet of beer and sex had proved to be a problem in the early days of the club. Both could be habit forming. Junior was popular, but every inch a character, thus there were gag gifts and slightly off kilter testimonials. Alex, Marvin, Parker and Fred joined the group. Parker gave a short speech saying he was there to dilute the Hood gene pool they were going to make in Junior's ass. Junior good naturedly asked if Parker's sperm had affected Fred's genetic make up? “Not at all,” Parker replied, “I know you've made more than your share of cum deposits in Freddy's rear. It's your birthday so I will admit I've enjoyed using Junior Hood's Miracle Anal Lubricant when Fred gets back home from the club. Fred says, “Daddy, I want to get fucked by a real man now. Junior had tickled his sphincter, but now he needed a real cock.” Everyone laughed. I assumed he would get in the sling and take it the way Marvin did the first time I visited the club. I was still talking with Rodney and when I looked at Junior. He was on his hands and knees with Talbert in his ass. They were having a really good time. Much to my surprise it was more love making than just fucking. Talbert suddenly pulled out, shot a single spurt of cum over Junior's back and then deposited the rest of his load in his ass. Luther went in next. His much larger organ, but had no problem with Junior's tight cum-filled hole. This was a relaxed fucking, friendly and almost brotherly. Luther's cock was still dribbling cum when he pulled out. Tom Jefferson replaced him. Junior shot off when Tom poked him. While there was total penetration with each man, there was an affectionate and loving aspect. Then men liked, and some may have loved Junior. There were some periods of heavy pounding, but much more gentle stoking. I noticed every man shot at least one spurt of cum out side Junior's ass. This was to show everyone how much you enjoyed it. While a cock can only pound on one prostate at a time, everyone could watch and share the orgasm. After a fifteen minute break Junior was ready to go again. Fred followed him first and Ovid came next. Junior's ass was getting puffy, but that didn't seem to effect the pleasure he was feeling, Rodney and I were watching and talking. Rodney and I were about as opposite in our life experiences as is possible. He was educated and his parents had both been teachers. I got out of High School, which is more than any other male in my family. We got along well. We were also getting turned on big time. Junior had no problems with any cock, black or white, unlike Virgil's comments. Virgil was looking at Rodney and me. We were erect. The foreskin had pulled back and our knobs were just beginning to drip. By now Parker was in Junior and was doing a total job of fucking him. Parker must have made a study on how many ways you can fuck a man and was using this knowledge on Junior. Junior had zoned out. He was just responding to Parker's big meaty thrusts with moans and twitches. I had a feeling this would be Junior's last fuck of the day. There would be nothing left in his balls when Parker finished. Rodney was near me and our cock heads touched. Cock heads never touch by accident. Rodney used his head to smear precum over the bloated glands. His cock head must have been hyper sensitive. Fresh globs of precum emerged from his slit. Virgil was watching us with obvious excitement. Everyone else was watching Parker and Junior's Academy Award level performances. Rodney saw Virgil watching us and motioned for him to come over. Virgil looked around the room to see if anyone was watching and then came over. I'm not the most perceptive man in the world, but I realized Virgil had been describing himself, not his son earlier. Virgil had a problem with size and with black meat. He had just bit the bullet and dove in head first. He dropped to his knees and worked his tongue between our cocks, licking each. He took my head into his mouth and licked all the pre cum from it, and then did the same for Rodney. As he sucked Rodney's knob he got more excited and began to take more of the shaft as he sucked. Rodney was a big boy like me. I was a bit longer, but he had girth. It was an elongated beer can. Rodney was pumping out the juice and Virgil loved it. On the other side of the room, Parker hit his groove as a sexual athlete. He fucked Junior for an hour. This gave Rodney and me a chance to give Virgil a work over. As he worked on Rodney's cock, I worked on Virgil's ass. He was tight, but very excited. I got two fingers in and found his prostate. It was deep. Marvin was watching us and came over to help. He had some lubricant, and a bottle of Jungle juice. I lubricated Virgil's hole and Marvin's cock. Marvin had an average cock with a big head. It would be a good starter cock. Rodney held the bottle of poppers and gave Virgil a snort. Marvin's cock had popped in and the rest of his cock slid in easily. One the cock was in, Virgil redoubled his efforts to drain all of Rodney's manly juices. Marvin popped quickly. He shot several volleys directly at Virgil's hole and thenhe used his cock to push the slippery seed into the quivering ass. I wasn't sure my cock would fit Virgil's hole. Virgil was uncomfortable until my cock was in deep enough to ram his prostate. At first I thought he might have fainted. His prostate was his on button. No one had ever done more than give it a glancing blow. I hit it head on and Virgil lost all desire to resist. He was still tight, but he was feeling things he had never felt before. Virgil and I both took a snort of poppers and went at it. I pulled out and let Rodney take a turn. Rodney massive cylinder of man meat drove Virgil crazy. Rodney didn't need to thrust or pound, the diameter of his cock did the trick. Cocks have no hard edges and even though Virgil's ass was shrink wrapped to Rodney's meat, it was all good. A little later Luther and Tom joined us in plowing Virgil's ass. I went off to the shower to clean up. I was covered in lube and cum. When I returned Junior was asleep on the floor. I raised his legs and looked at his fuck hole. It was puffy and cum drooled from it. I tested the waters by resting my cock head against it. It quivered and opened slightly. I pushed deep. The cum of six men squirted from his ass. His ass was warm, almost hot, and juicy. Junior didn't really wake up, but his body responded to my thrusts. After a while he moaned, “I'm tired.” I pulled out and returned to Virgil. Virgil was open so I slipped in. He was sucking Rodney. Rodney watched my cum coated cock slip into Virgil. Rodney began to shoot, and Virgil took it like a babe at his mother's breast. The party broke up. Rodney asked me over to his house for a bite to eat. We had a sandwich and then got down to some serious cock sucking. Sometimes sucking seems like an appetizer for main course which to me is often fucking. With Rodney it was an entire dinner. His cock seemed to have it's own personality. It twitched and shivered; it dripped, drooled and spurted. It was the most appreciative and energetic male organ I had ever encountered. My cock seemed bland; it just drooled pre cum. Whatever my cock did, it was enough to keep Rodney entertained. I felt like a teen ager again, sucking my first cock. After a solid 45 minutes Rodney fed me a generous desert of his spunk. I did the same to him. All was well. I had to finish up a project the next morning, so I had to leave. Rodney gave me his phone number and I gave him mine. He told me to call anytime. He called me two days later. He asked if I would look at a remodeling project he was thinking about. I went over and looked. He had a nice home. It had been his families home and he bought it from his brother's and sister when his parents died. Rodney was the only one to say in their home town. It was perfectly maintained, but had never been updated. He wanted an upgraded bathroom and a new kitchen. The old kitchen had a large pantry and a laundry room attached. If he took out the walls he could have a kitchen-family room. His parents had been teachers too and had some good old furniture in the parlor and dinning room. He wanted to keep these rooms as they were, but make a more informal living room to the rear. Rodney had a plumber lined up, and a man to do the cabinets, but no carpenter. I was at the end of a job and could do it. I gave him a ball park figure for the cost of the work, he thought that was acceptable. Rodney also had a friend who wanted to be a carpenter but hadn't much experience. He asked if I could use him as a helper. I said that would be fine if the guy was a hard worker. I met the guy, Tyrone, a few days later. Tyrone wore dreadlocks, gold chains and thug clothes. He was polite. I told him to get some jeans, steel tipped boots, a tee shirt, and ditch the jewelry. Anything that can snag on a nail, or get caught in a piece of machinery is too dangerous on a job. Tyrone was 24, clueless about construction, but a hard worker and smart. After the first week on the job, he was getting the hang of it. He was a gym rat, so he was strong enough and he could do what I told him to do. Later he would ask me to explain why we did it that way. Tyrone was a fast learner. He was also a good looking man once he was out of the ghetto clothes. We got along well. I couldn't figure out how Tyrone knew Ronald. Tyrone was smart, but not Latin Class smart. We were two weeks into the job when I had discovered some termite damage in the floor under the old laundry room. That slowed up the project. I worked on Saturday to finish up the repairs. Tyrone was off that day. A friend of Ronald's dropped by late on Saturday to look at the progress. He too was named Tyrone and was the uncle of my helper. He was 30 years older than Tyrone and 30 pounds heavier. At about six feet two inches the weight looked good on him. It took me an entire two minutes to realize he was Ronald's playmate. It took me a little bit longer to recognize him as a man I had seen behind the counter at the Post Office. I showed him the repairs. He had a house a few blocks away that needed some work done. Ronald told him his plans. Opening up the back utility rooms in the house was a good move. What had been a warren of small spaces was now a single big room. Ronald got out some beers from the refrigerator and we sat in the dining room and chatted. Tyrone went off to the toilet and Ronald came over to me. “Tyrone and I go way back,” he said. “We've been playing since high school in the 60s. I thought maybe we could play together. He's never tried white meat before.” “Is he interested? Ronald smiled. “Tyrone is always interested. He's from a family of farmers. He a barber and owns a successful shop. He's just never associated with whites. He's grateful you are helping out with his nephew. Young Tyrone has had family problems. Tyrone's sister had bad taste in men. They look good, but were good for nothing. There were no good role models other than good old Uncle Tyrone. You've helped the kid a lot.” “I've been working all day and am too dirty for company,” I said. “Go upstairs and take a shower,” Ronald said. “I'll tell him you had an engagement tonight and needed to clean up. If he's interested, we'll join you.” I keep some clean clothes in the truck most of the time. On some jobs, especially renovations you are too dirty to go in a 7-11 without causing a problem with the health department. I went to the shower. Somehow I always assume I am the only guy who lets his cock do his thinking. I respond to anyone who is willing. I was use to rest stop sex when sometimes it was too dark to see the face of the guy you were sucking. I took any opportunity I could to have sex. I know I'm not the only one like that. In our anti-gay world, that's the way it works. I am still surprised when other men act the same way. Being an isolated gay man without gay friends it's easy to believe you are the only one that feels the way you do. I was a minute or two into my shower when Tyrone and Ronald joined me. We were three big men in a tub shower so it was close. Tyrone reacted he same way to the situation as I did. We got hard. “Damn, I thought white boys had small cocks!” he exclaimed. I laughed and all was well. We did a comparison. I was longer than Tyrone's cock, but he was thicker. He possessed a massive cut cock head, all pink and lavender. He was dark skinned and his genitals were coal black. He head was alike a beautiful, night blooming flower. Tyrone was handsome and muscular. He was smooth except for his close cut hair and furry bush. That was fine with me. I was ready to drop to my knees. But Tyrone beat me to the suck. As his lips closed on my cock, his finger moved to my ass. Tyrone knew his stuff. “Let's not get to the desert before we have the dinner,” Rodney said. “The bedroom is much more comfortable.” We got out of the shower, dried off and went to the bedroom. In the bedroom I saw we all had impressive equipment. Usually I am the biggest guy in the room. While our cocks didn't match, we were all big. Rodney was shorter but thicker, Tyrone was shorter and thicker. We sucked each other for a while and talked. We were similar in one or another way. We were all tops. “Well Bill is full service,” Rodney said. “Well, I don't know about you, but having two black dudes fucking a white guy doesn't seem right.” Tyrone said. “I know sure as hell having two white guys fucking a black dude would be a problem.” “That means no fucking,” Rodney said. He sounded disappointed. I was about to say I was okay with it, but Tyrone came to the rescue. “I guess I can do some entertaining on my back porch,” Tyrone said. “It would be nice if you boys took your time. I haven't done much entertaining back there in a while.” He looked at me directly. “I hope you wouldn't mind if I made a courtesy call on your prostate first. Have you been fucked by a black guy before.” “Tom Jefferson,” I replied. “Damn you've started at the top! I hope you won't be disappointed,” Tyrone said. I stroked his cock as I told him I wasn't too worried about that. My session with Tyrone and Rodney was good, parts were way better than good. If anything they were overly considerate. Rodney went first. He was shorter than me, but thicker and Tyrone believed diameter was a much bigger problem than length. Rodney's big cock head was a problem but the rest was good. His knob was like a plunger. It gave my prostate a good workout. Tyrone had some high powered poppers from Europe. They revved men and Rodney up. I was turned on big time when Rodney pulled out and Tyrone popped in. he caught me by surprise and was surprised himself. His thick man tool simply filled my ass, and I twitched and shivered as it squeezed my prostate. Every movement was good for me. It was even better for Tyrone. I guess it was one of those rare occasion when there was perfect fit. My tight ass clamped on his meat and he was in fucker's heaven. When Tyrone pulled out I took a trip up his rectum. He was tense, but when he took a snort of poppers and his ass opened like a garage door. I went deep and the door closed. His sphincter acted as a cock ring. Inside his ass it was hot and juicy. He squirmed and undulated his ass. At first I thought this was to get my cock in a better position, but I think he was just trying to get to know my cock. I thrust a few times and his eyes rolled back into his head. His pink cock head oozed and drooled. I pulled out and then went deep. I leaned over Tyrone pushing his legs open to get the deepest penetration. As I did this, Rodney re entered my ass. I was the filling in a fuck sandwich. Rodney was good when he fucked me on my back. He was great from the rear. When Tyrone noticed what had happened he said, “It's a fucking Oreo!” We all broke out in laughter. From that point on it ceased being an experiment and became a trio of men trying to fuck each other's brains out. I had a strong suspicion Tyrone and Rodney had more experience on the bottom than they wanted to admit. Rodney moaned from the second my knob punched in his ass until my bush touched his ass lips. He loved it. Tyrone liked watching too. He eased his cock into me after a while and that was great too. Eventually Rodney was in the middle and Tyrone tried it top. The Oreo arrangement worked best for them and for me. Tyrone was the first to pop and he made me shoot in Rodney's hole. It seemed right. I drained my balls as Tyrone refilled me. Tyrone and I shared Rodney's orgasm. It was big enough for two.