Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 07:12:07 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Surprise 2

Surprise 2
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  I have made no effort
to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

The party had been good. If I were a more pretentious man, I might describe
this as a voyage of self-discovery. I was surprised to discover I how much
I liked sex with men. I was even more surprised during the next
month. Donny was out of town and he didn't have any parties. I missed them
way more than I expected. I ran into Wally a week later; he felt the same
way.

That night, he called me and asked if I would consider going to a party
with him.  "I don't know who the guys are, or anyone other than the host.
He is a nice guy. Are you interested?" The man lived a few towns away from
my town.  I told Wally I would go with him.

He picked me up at noon the next Saturday. The party was about thirty miles
away. Ovid Mills hosted the party; he was a local farmer who hit the big
time with his property on the edge of Richmond.  It became prime real
estate and he became a millionaire. He told me his guests were was mostly
old friends from the country.

"They are gay? You never think of country folk as being gay," I said.

"Gay is everywhere, it is easier to fool around with a guy, than knock-up a
girl. By the way, it isn't sex; it's fooling around," Wally explained.

"Is it tamer than Donny's group?" I asked.

"Apparently not," Wally replied. "Ovid asked me if I minded it in the
ass. He said they liked new meat and they might be rambunctious. I said
that I doubted that would be a problem." We arrived at Ovid's house. There
were several cars parked to the side of the house.  It was an old,
plantation style house, but the land had grown up and was mostly wooded.

Ovid had the name of an ancient Roman Poet, but he was a 100% redneck,
American county boy. Solid and beefy, he was a good six-feet-four tall, and
imposing.  He would have been intimidating, but he was smiling, outgoing
and naked.

He greeted us with, "Hi boys, let's get naked and screw!" Taken from him,
that seemed perfectly logical and appropriate. We stripped in the next room
and went to meet his buddies. His pals were varied in size, and character.
There were a few business men types, and the rest looked a bit
rustic. Everyone seemed happy and maybe a third of them were already
hard. It was immediately clear that no one was playing hard to get.

I connected with two tall, hairy, thin men. Uncle Ronnie was out going and
fully erect. Johnny was younger and quiet, but he took Uncle Ronnie's lead.

"You guys are new here," Uncle Ronnie said. "We are all hot-to-trot, but
don't let anyone talk you into something you don't want to do.  They may
whine a little but they really don't mind if you say no."

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"I'm usually a fucker. I love to shove my dong up a tight warm ass and then
just wait to see want happens"

"You don't know?" I asked.

He laughed.  "I know what is going to happen, but I don't know when. I'm an
old coot and never seem to control my timing," he explained. "Now Johnny
here can shoot off when he wants too.  It's a gift. He's never seeded and
ass that wasn't part of a member of the family. I think he wants with a
stranger to try it out and see if it's the same."  Both men looked at me as
if I was a particularly tasty appetizer.

I looked around the room and saw Wally sucking Ovid's cock. I figured what
the hell, and sucked Uncle Ronnie. That turned out to be a good move. Uncle
Ronnie had been the designated greeter and was in charge of breaking the
ice. I established myself as a good guy, and appropriately horny.

Uncle Ronnie was soon sucking me with great vigor and enthusiasm. Johnny
found a tube of lubricant, and he asked if I wanted some.  I nodded. Johnny
used his tool as an applicator. His cock was average in length. but he had
a large knob. His knob served as a prostate stimulator. Apparently, fucking
a non-family ass was fine for him.

A little later Uncle Ronnie and Johnny switched places. Johnny loved to
suck, and Ronnie had a meatier cock. I had the feeling that Ronnie was
fucking precum out of me for Johnny's pleasure.

Several men came by and chatted as they played with me. A man named Waldo
came by and took over Johnny's sucking duties.  Waldo was a bit odd looking
but he was a deep throat specialist. He swallowed my cock and then massaged
it with his tongue.  A little later he switched places with Ronnie. Waldo's
dong was huge and it took a while, but he got it in all the way.

This wasn't exactly an initiation, but I found out later that the men like
to test a visitor with a series of cocks, each progressively larger than
the one before. It was usually a five step process, but Uncle Ronnie
thought I was ready for the biggest one since I had taken his so well. I
had passed the test with flying colors.

There was one quirk. When Waldo found a hole he liked, he stayed in it
until he shot off. I had been fucked, but not seeded. Waldo told me he
wanted to plow and seed. "I shoot a lot and I keep on shooting while I am
pulling out. It coats your entire fuck shaft. It makes it easier for the
other men later on," he told me.

"Do you want me to squirt on your hole?" he asked. "Some guys like to see a
little cream on the hole. They know you are friendly. No one minds a sperm
dripping out of you. Most of us like a man who has been used. Is that okay
with you?" I nodded. About five minutes later I felt a flood of warmth in
my ass. He pulled out slowly.

Waldo knew the group well. My cream-filled ass was enjoyed by several men
and it seemed to have made me popular. Wally seemed to be enjoying himself
too. I thought that since we were both new to the group, we would hang out
together. The men were so friendly, we didn't need mutual assistance. All
was well.

No one seemed to be shy or to hold back. I was mostly with Uncle Ronnie's
harem.  Uncle Ronnie was a nickname, not a relationship.  He seemed to be
the affable old codger who operated a training club for gay men. They also
called him "the Bronco Buster."  He had a skill at introducing men too gay
sex and he had a special skill at opening asses. He told me that it was
difficult sometimes, but everyone eventually came back for more.

Most, but not all of his harem, were younger men who like the friendship of
an older man. Ronnie was a man's man, and sported a nice cock.  It might
have been on the high side of average, but it didn't scare you.

The men were friendly, more like buddies than lovers, and, as far as I
could tell, none were monogamous. Actually, I had the impression that no
one had considered monogamy as an option. Uncle Ronnie ran one group; Ovid
ran the other. Ovid's group was older an included some business men and
local officials. Ronnie's was more country and included some men who were
hillbillies.

For some men, gay sex was a form of birth control. This developed in order
to avoid families of 12 with a dead mother. The men could let off some
steam and not impregnate anyone. Uncle Ronnie said this was one form of
birth control that was 100% successful. While that was true, I had a
suspicion that personal preference played a role. I think Uncle Ronnie
enjoyed breaking in younger men.

I also noticed that Ovid's interest in eating sperm straight from the
spigot was more than casual. No one seemed to notice or care. I think when
a man is nice enough to suck you to an orgasm and then suck your balls dry
through your cock, they don't question the motives of the sucker. Everyone
gets a bit crazy during an orgasm. Ovid tended to kiss the man he sucked
and then feed his cum back to the man. No one commented on that, so they
must have accepted that as part of the service.

Waldo seemed to like me and he introduced me to his friends. I had seen
some men hanging toward the back of the room.  These were Waldo's
pals. Waldo was not a good looking man, but he had a big cock.  His pals
were less attractive, but almost as well hung. Waldo told me they were nice
guys, but they kept to themselves and didn't mess around with other men.

"Do you think I would like them?" I asked.

"They are a little on the crude side. They may not be your type, but you
definitely are theirs," he said. "Are you willing to give them a try?"
Waldo asked. I said yes. A little later a man named Virgil and another
named Plato came over to me. "You sure know how to make a horse hung man
happy!" Virgil stated. The men seemed to have a taste for Classical names,
although they did not appear to be particularly scholarly.

Virgil did not say much after that. He bent over and began to suck me.

"How's the juice?" Plato asked. Virgil smiled as well as he could with a
cock in his mouth. Plato was behind me and a second later a long object was
in my ass. It was easy and painless. Waldo's extended orgasm coating my
rectum with sperm has worked perfectly. Plato had a tree trunk like cock,
thicker at the base than at the top. The thicker part rubbed my prostate. I
was more than happy.

"That done it!" Virgil said. Plato used his cock to pump precum into
Virgil's mouth.  Virgil didn't have any teeth; he could work my cock
vigorously with hurting me. They continued until Plato was close to an
orgasm. They switched places. Virgil was thicker that Plato. Plato briefly
sucked me and then turned me over to another man. I bent over to suck him.

That made the angle of Virgil's fucking better, and the new man was a
precum fountain. I was excited and real close. The man I was sucking seemed
to sense this and he was sucking me when I shot off. My orgasms pulled
Virgil's trigger. When he pulled off Plato took his place and popped.

I now had three loads in my ass. Next I felt a tongue licking the sperm
that drooled from my ass. I was Ovid. I relaxed my sphincter a little, and
let his tongue get in deeper. That induced a few more ejaculations.  The
man sucking me appreciated that. A little later another man I didn't know
slipped is tool into my behind.

"I just shot off.  I just want a place to park my cock as it goes soft. Do
you mind?"  he asked. I said it was fine. I needed to calm down and the
cock solved that problem. It had been an incredibly intense interlude.  The
men had obviously been watching me, but it had not caused a
stir. Apparently they thought this intensity was normal.

I have to admit if I had seen these men in a dark alley, I would have run
away. Naked and erect I had no problem with them in my ass. I had surprised
myself. I did it all; more importantly, I had enjoyed it. To say I enjoyed
it understates the case. This was far more than just enjoyment. I had not
realized I could feel the pleasure I felt. I had been experiencing a black
and white sex life and had just discovered Blu-ray with surround sound. The
sex was so spectacular that I hardly recognized as sex.

Wally and I talked afterwards.  He had enjoyed it too. He was mostly a top
and his tree-trunk-like cock had been both admired and well used. "Did you
notice there was no stress or angst there?" he asked. "They all seemed at
ease with some wild and crazy sex. Every cock was drooling, and most asses
were dripping cum."

"Some of that dripping cum was yours, wasn't it," I asked.

"I didn't know I could shoot off so often. Ovid was following me and
catching the drips," Wally said. "I was acting like a slut. Did that bother
you?"

"Remember, it wasn't sex; it was messing around and letting off steam," I
said. "The all know what they like and are willing to share the fun."

"Ovid told me they liked you. You like to take a seat and ride a cock.  You
did all the work. They could just lie back and shoot off when they were
ready, he figured you know what you like." We went home and I slept
soundly.

A few days later Wally called me. "You remember when I said Ovid's friends
knew what they liked?"  he asked. I said yes.  "Well I have some associates
who are real interested, but are not at ease yet. I guess you could say
they are experimenting. They are getting together at a friend's house, I am
invited and I can bring a friend."

That Saturday we drove to the next town and met with Herbert Mills, a real
estate developer and a member of a choir. Officially, this was a meeting of
the planning committee of the Festival Men's Choral Society. It was a mixed
group of twelve men of varied ages and professions. Most were singers, but
some were contributors. The age requirements were 18 to Methuselah. Herbert
met us at the door and said the meeting was in his basement rec room. "The
dress code there is informal. Is that a problem?" he asked.

"Anything from being in fancy dress to naked as a Jay bird is fine with
us," Wally replied. "We're not shy or modest."

"You will like the group," Herbert said. We went to the basement. It was
well furnished and comfortable. The six men there were either nude or
wearing jock straps. We stripped and joined them. Everyone knew Wally. He
was a well-known choral director and popular.

Wally introduced me to Jonathan. He was a big, heavy set man with an
entourage of three young men, Larry, Charles and Lee. They were in their
twenties. Jonathan was a well hung bass; the young men were tenors. Lee and
Larry had a hard time keeping their eyes off Jonathan's cock. They had
average endowments. When they saw Wally' cock, they were obviously
interested. The other two men Don and Dan were quiet and stayed in a dark
corner. They were in their later twenties. Both were slim, furry, otter
types. We talked.

About five minutes later, Herbert came down the stairs with the rest of the
guests. Oliver was into his sixties, the other men were twenty or so, they
were slim and nervous.

"Our friend Oliver has brought some friends of his from his choir. They are
new to this situation so take your time, but most of all make them feel
welcome," Herbert said. When they stripped they remained nervous, but the
two youngest men were erect.

I went over to them and introduced myself. I told them that I was new to
the group scene, but it was good for me. "Everyone was pleasant and nice,"
I said.

The youngest looked man in the group, Elliot, said he was new to gay life
in general and gay sex in particular.

I smiled and told him, "I would bet that everyman there was willing to help
you with both situations."  I added than included me.

He smiled nervously, and leaned over and whispered, "Do I need to take it
in the ass?" he asked.

"If you want it, I am pretty sure someone here will help you out," I
said. "Do you think about that a lot?"

Elliott nodded his head. "Have you been fucked?" he whispered.

It was my time to nod.  "Yes, I like it." I said. "At first, I thought the
regular sized ones were good. It's the big, thick ones that float my boat
now." By now Elliott was rock hard and dribbling a little. He was more than
casually interested. I bent over and licked up the precum.

Dan, one of the otters, came over and chatted as I sucked. Elliot was
shaved smooth in contrast to Dan's hairy body. Dan was to Elliott's rear
and played with Elliott's tits. That increased the precum flow greatly. Dan
rubbed his ass crack with his hard cock and Elliott moved his legs wider.

Luckily, Dan oozed a lot too.  he made a quick thrust and was in Elliott's
ass. He was self-lubricating. I was still sucking Elliot and the flow
increased and then became a flood as Dan's cock rubbed Elliott's
prostate. I think Elliott was trying to be calm and collected, but his cock
and its increased flow of precum couldn't hide his true feelings.

"Stop, I can't take anymore!" he whispered.

"Did I hurt you?" Dan asked as he pulled out.

"No, that wasn't the problem," Elliott said. Dan nudged his cock head back
into Elliott's ass.

"It takes some getting used to," Dan said.

"It's too much," Elliot whispered. "Everyone will see us."

"Of course they will, and they will wish they were in your place," Dan
said. At that point, Wally and Jonathan bellowed. Spurting sperm across the
room. Jonathan had been fucking him and they had climaxed together. Lee
raced over to them to lick up Wally's remaining ejaculations with great
enjoyment. I thought that a good indicator that Lee was cum hound.

Elliott slipped the rest of his cock back into Elliott's rear. "Are you
okay with it now?" Dan asked. "The old guys know how to enjoy themselves."

Herbert came over and tapped Dan on the shoulder. "Can I have the dance?"
he asked.

"Be careful, this boy is uneasy, but needy," Dan said. In a split second
Herbert had replaced Dan.

"You love it, don't you?" Herbert asked as he gently massaged the boy's
rectum. Elliott nodded.

Oliver came over to me. "Everyone here would like to get up your ass," he
said. Would that be a problem?"

"I am afraid it wouldn't be a problem," I said.

"Do you like them big?" he asked. I nodded. I would have thought that this
group would be sedate and timid compared to the rednecks I had enjoyed the
week before. The men in this group knew what they wanted and went after
it. They were forward in their approach and completely unashamed about
their sexual objectives. Most were conventional men who only rarely had a
chance at sexual adventure in this setting.  They were not going to waste
the opportunity or go home unsatisfied.

All seemed to have balls bursting with sperm and they wanted to unload.
Unload is the wrong word. The liked to share. Elliott was new to the group
and reserved. Dan was more typical as he shoved his cock into Elliott's
behind without any hesitation. Elliott's reaction to his first fucking
proved that whoever selected him was correct. Elliott loved being fucked,
and he spent the next few hours finding men to screw him. He also loved to
feed men his seed and craved theirs. The men seemed more driven, and while
they were friendly, they clearly wanted sex more than friendship.