Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2015 22:39:09 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Junkyard Dog

Junkyard Dog
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, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray
safe sex practices has been made.  If you have any comments, send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

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People whispered about Mr. Richards. Cal Richards owned an automobile junk
yard. It started as a junk yard, but it turned into a big business
providing used parts for older cars. He took wrecked cars, stripped them
down and reconditioned the parts. The parts were in first-rate condition
and still economical when you got them from Richard's Parts.

He never married and he hung around with other men. The word was that he
did not just hang around with men. Cal was six-feet-five and 250 pounds of
muscle and brawn. People might whisper, but no one ever said anything to
his face. He had been a wrestler and a boxer before he inherited his Dad's
business. The business was not much until Cal got it. His Dad was not much
liked.

I wouldn't say that Cal was disliked. He just wasn't social. Usually he was
covered in dirt and oil.  They said he had a sense as to what parts were
salvageable and which ones were beyond repair. That took hands on work, not
just sitting in an office and shooting the breeze.

I am Johnny Wilcox and I am in my second year at college. Dad is the
president of the local bank and the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce. I
was hanging around rest stop on the interstate when a Trooper Smith caught
me. I was not quite doing anything but it was damn close.

I had gone to high school with Trooper Smith's son, Joey. I was scared to
death when he took me to the side. "You know this isn't a safe place," he
said.

"I was just passing by," I said.

"You and I know that isn't true. This is a gay pick up place and you were
looking for cock," he said.

"I've never done this before," I said. "I was curious."

"I know exactly what you were curious about," Smith said. He then lowered
his voice. "We have had complaints about this place, it is dangerous. I'll
give you a warning this time, but keep away."

"Yes sir!" I said.

"If you want a good introduction to man sex, I know someone who can help
you out," he said. "Have you done much?"

"A guy sucked me once or twice," I said.

"It was good?" he asked.

"It was scary, but good too," I confessed.

"I know what you were feeling. My son Joey felt the same thing."

"You are okay with your son being gay?" I asked.

"My younger brother was into it and he killed himself when he got into a
bad situation.  He was a great guy and I still miss him. Sex with a man is
natural for some guys.  It's not worth killing yourself," Smith explained.
"I sent my son to a pal to learn the ropes," he said. "I wanted him to
learn from a good man."

"You didn't teach him yourself?" I asked. I immediately regretted asking
that.

"I'm not into that at all," he said.

"Did Joey like this man you mentioned?" I asked.

"He did.  Joey told me it was good. It was real ball busting man sex, but
it was good," Smith explained. We talked a little longer and I asked for
the pal's name. I did not expect Cal Richards to be the man. Trooper Smith
gave me Richards' home number.

I was sure I would not use it, but the next night I gave him a call.
"Mr. Richards, this is Johnny Wilcox. Trooper Smith gave me your number," I
said.

"You think you might like to come by?" he asked in a gruff, deep bass
voice.

"Are you free now?" I asked.

"Sure, come on by and we can talk," he said.  He gave me the address.  It
was behind the junkyard. There was a driveway beside the junkyard. It went
around the yard and then went into a wooded area.  The house looked
unexpectedly nice. I got out of the car and went to the door.  He must have
been watching since he opened the door before I rang the bell.

"Come on in. I take it you had a run in with the law?" Cal said. He was
shirtless.  Cal was a dirty blond with hair covering his barrel chest. He
looked like Sasquatch. "I take it you are new to the scene?" I nodded. I
could barely talk I was so nervous.

"Smith said you were inexperienced. Let me be frank; I am not
inexperienced," Cal said. "If you are interested in becoming more
experienced, I am the man for you. Smith does not like it when you learn
from the guys at the rest stops. Some of them are okay, but some definitely
aren't."

"Well, I want to know more about sex, but I'm not sure how much more," I
said.

"This isn't a restaurant, and you don't get to choose what you want," Cal
said. "I'm not a teacher, I am a horny, old, junkyard dog and I want what I
want. I can take my time, but I have some personal likes and objectives. If
that is okay with you, we will get along fine."

"What are those objectives?"  I asked.

"I like sex. I have many friends, but most of them were sex buddies first
and friends later. I like men in general, but I get a special tingle when I
find a young man who is hot to trot. I am not into boys; I don't want to be
a daddy. I like a man who is fully developed, not with boy parts," he
said. "I like men who are willing to try things. Timid men turn me off."

"I have one personal quirk. I like to be the first to fuck a guy," he
said. "I'm telling you that so you know that is my overall objective. You
understand that?" I nodded. I was excited and intimidated. When they passed
out male characteristics, Cal seemed to have received a triple dose. He
wasn't handsome, but he was all man. I had just met him, but I wanted to
please him. He seemed to sense this.

"Let's stop talking and get naked," he said. "It's time to get the ball
rolling. Strip!"

I was uneasy and uncomfortable, but I did as he demanded.  He was only
wearing shorts so he was naked in a second or two. His cock looked huge. It
was a good seven or eight inches soft. He was uncut. Most of the men I had
seen naked had cut meat. That made his tool look even bigger.

I hesitated dropping my pants. I was already hard.

"We can't do nothing unless you are naked!" he said. I dropped my pants and
I had never felt more exposed or embarrassed.

Cal smiled. "You have a nice one and you are ready for action!" he said. "I
like what I am seeing." I kind of expected him to carry me off to the
bedroom and fuck me silly. He came over to me, dropped to his knees and
swallowed my cock whole. As his lips wrapped around my cock I almost passed
out it was so good.

I also came very close to shooting off.  He noticed that and approved. "You
don't need to worry," he said. "I like man cream and I bet that a stud your
age has a lot of it stored up," he continued to suck and I teetered on the
edge of an orgasm, and then lost the battle. Cal did not seem to mind that
at all. My cock gets hypersensitive after I shoot. I tried to pull away,
but he held me tight. He was still but he licked my cock head once and a
while and made me moan.  I had a few later ejaculations too.

"Now Johnny, I bet you are ready to go home and catch your breath, but my
cock needs some attention too. How many times can you jerk off in a night?"

"Once or twice," I said.

"I was your age once. Tell me the real number!" he demanded. He seemed
amused.

"I guess I did six once," I admitted.

"And how long was it between orgasms?"

"Ten or fifteen minutes between the first three. The rest were more spread
out," I said.

"Well, we can have a little rest period and then you can work on my cock,"
he said.

"It is so big. Maybe it's too big.  I don't know if I can handle it," I
whispered.

"There is no such thing as a cock that is too big," he said laughing. "I
would be really surprised if you can't handle it one way or another. Now,
fucking is a different matter. There are men who cannot take it without
being hurt.  One or two guys get off being hurt, but I am not one of
them. It depends on the size of the hole and attitude of the bottom."

"Do most of them like it?"  I asked.

"A good many come back for seconds or thirds. A few have been coming back
for twenty or thirty years," Cal said. "Some men take it on a dare, to
prove they are real men. Marines are that way.  They believe in the "no
pain, no gain" school of sex. There is a professor at the college who have
been dropping by for years. He says that being fucked my me is a new form
of sex act. It is more intense than a normal cock poking in an ass. Others
can't take more than an inch or two before it hurts too much."

"That may be me," I said.

"Don't worry about that," Cal said. "When we get to know each other better,
you will know if you want it."  We talked a little longer, and as he had
guessed, my cock began to get excited again. His cock also began to have a
distinct allure.

It was not a boy cock. It was big and veiny. Once and a while the skin
retreated from the head and I could see the lavender head and slit. The
slit was wide and moist. I knew it was precum.  I had tasted my own a few
times and been pleasantly surprised.  I had sucked a few cocks before, but
Cal's was different. It was bigger and he had plans for it and for my ass.
This was a serious man cock and ass rammer.

At first, the idea of licking it up the bead of precum seemed outlandish. I
was not going to do that. As I thought about that absurd idea, my cock
began to grow. I realized it had another point of view. We were talking but
I was staring at his cock. His tool began to grow. As it became more
impressive, my cock became harder.

I had never been naked with a man during sex before. I was going to
apologize to Cal for my erection, but our cocks were exchanging
messages. As he became more excited, more of his huge knob peeked out from
the foreskin. The moisture on his piss slit became a blob. I think he knew
what I was thinking.

I had always thought as the slit as an opening for piss. It was a drain. I
suddenly saw it as a conduit for semen. I wondered what his tasted
like. Mild curiosity turned into an intense desire to taste his sex
juices. His cock was still getting harder and the quivering blob was
growing.

His slit seemed wider, and I was thinking that if I could get my tongue
into it I would taste his sperm a split second sooner. I wondered if his
oversized equipment would flood my mouth and make me choke. A few minutes
earlier, I was thinking his semen would disgust me and I would spit it
out. That wasn't what I was thinking now. I wanted to taste it and take it.

A second or two later my lips caressed his cock head and pushed the
foreskin back so I could lick his head. I was shocked when he moaned. He
was such a big, massive, crude looking man. I had not guessed his cock
would be tender and responsive.

About five minutes later, he rotated his body so that he could suck me as I
sucked him. From that new angle I could take more of his cock. He swallowed
mine hole. I went a little crazy.

"When I'm about to shoot, I'll warn you," he said. "You can decide if you
want it." I immediately knew I wanted it.

He warned me.  I took it and shot off my second load of the day into his
mouth as his sperm tickled the back of my mouth. He pivoted again and we
kissed. I had never kissed a man before. Neither of us had swallowed so we
traded our ball juices.  His spunk was still warm. I had tasted mine after
the orgasm, never fresh. I went crazy again. After a few minutes, we cooled
off and broke apart.

"It's getting late, I have to get to bed," Cal said.

"I need to get home. This had been good," I said. "Actually it has been
more than good. Can we do this again?"

"We sure can. I live alone so drop in any night," he said.

"I'll call just in case you have company," I said.

He smiled. "Don't worry about that. If I have company, they will like you.
You can increase your circle of friends."

"I don't know about that," I said.

"Johnny, you don't know yourself very well. I can tell you with 100%
certainty that you will enjoy who ever his here. I can also tell you that
you will have no problem taking my cock when that time comes," he said.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I told you I like young men and I've introduced a good many to the joys of
man sex," he said. "You just finished the first semester's work in two
hours! You are ready, ripe and willing. You like doing it and you are good
at it."

"I feel a little trashy."

"You should feel lucky," Cal said. "You can enjoy sex; there are a lot of
guys who can't.  They have too many hang-ups. Some guys are afraid of sex,
or they don't want to be gay, or thought of as being gay."

"You aren't a gay type," I said.

"I'm straight as an arrow except when I'm sucking cock of fucking a guy's
ass," Cal said.  I laughed. "I don't like the romantic, kissy-kissy stuff,
but I have to admit I got quite a tingle kissing you and trading our cock
cream. I think you liked it too."

"You noticed I shot off again when we did it?"

"I sure did and I appreciated the gesture. It's more enjoyable when my
playmate is into it and you were into it big time," he said. I went home
with my head spinning and my body exhausted. I went to bed thinking that I
would call Cal next week.

I woke up late, and knew I would need to see him again as soon as
possible. Unfortunately, I had a wedding to go to that weekend and I wasn't
able to call him. Sunday afternoon I was driving home from the wedding and
drove past Cal's junkyard. I drove for two blocks and did a U-turn. He
might not be home, but it was worth a try. His truck was in front of the
house as was another car. I decided to go back to the road. I changed my
mind again and went to knock on the door. I was shocked when Joey, Trooper
Smith's son answered the door.

"Johnnie, it's nice to see you. How are you doing?" he asked. "Cal told me
you guys had a good time." Joey was naked. I was too shocked to say
anything more than hi.

"Come on in and join the party," Joey said. "We're in the back. Get naked
and join us." One of hall chairs had a pile of clothes on it. I stripped.

"Cal said you have a nice one. Had I known that in school I would have been
all over you," Joey said. We went to the back.  There was a brick terrace
and Cal was there with an older man.

"Davis this is Johnny," Cal said in introduction.  "Johnny, this is Davis,
he's the professor I told you about. I've shot so much cum up his backside
we are almost related." Davis was bald with a well-trimmed white beard and
a runner's body. He had a hairy chest and a treasure trail.

We shook hands. Davis looked at my cock and he almost drooled.

"I'm glad you dropped by. Davis likes young men too. I was afraid poor Joey
would be overused," Cal said.

"I am willing!" Joey said.

"Johnny is a natural, but he still has his training wheels on," Cal
added. That seemed too personal to me and I would have been annoyed if
Davis hadn't dropped to his knees and started to suck me. My cock had been
firm and after a few seconds of Davis' sucking action I was fully erect.

Getting hard did not reduce my appeal at all. Joey went over to Cal and
started sucking him. I would have thought that doing it with a group of
guys would have been embarrassing. It seemed sort of public. I was a bit
confused trying to sort out my thoughts. When my mind cleared, I realized I
was turned on.

Davis was a superb sucker. I had not realized there was a variety in
sucking techniques. He was a more delicate sucker than Cal, but it sure
worked just as well.

I had sucked several men at rest stops, but my objective had been to be
sucked. Cal had been the first to suck me and it sure was nice to be
sucked. It was still hard for me to believe that Cal would do it and enjoy
it. As Davis sucked me I felt and over whelming urge to suck him and coax
his semen from his balls. I didn't just want to suck his cock; I wanted to
taste his sex juices.

Cal and Tony came over to us and soon the four of us were on the floor
sucking each other. I wanted to suck them all. I soon had an appreciation
of the wide variety of man cock, and of their personal cock ooze. I had
once been too timid to taste it; I craved it now.

Davis possessed a long cock that was easy to deep throat. When I pulled
off, he moaned. Joe's dick was uncut, short and stubby. His balls seemed
productive and he continuously oozed rich cream. He seemed to like my cock
a lot. I was sucking Cal as Joey sucked me and Davis sucked him.

Cal broke away. "I feel like fucking. Who is first?"

"Age before beauty!" Davis said.

"Be my guest," Joey said, laughing. "I'm next in line."

Davis rolled on his back and hooked his legs with his arms.  His ass was
totally exposed. Cal unceremoniously squirted some lube into Davis ass and
then shoved his cock in deep. I didn't expect that, but it was obvious that
Davis both expected and wanted it.

"Joey, come over here and give Davis something to suck on," Cal
ordered. Joey fed Davis his cock and then bent over and sucked Davis. As he
did, he spread his legs exposing his hole. I assumed Cal had fucked him,
but it did not seem possible that Cal's huge organ would fit in Joey's
small hole. I then noticed that Joey's ass glistened in the light. He had
lubricated it.

I looked at Cal.  He smiled and then winked. Somehow, I knew he wanted me
to fuck Joey. I had never fucked a man and I wasn't going to do it. My cock
had a very different idea about it. Cal passed me a tube of lubricant.  I
coated my tool and took up the position. Again, my cock knew exactly what
to do.

A second or two later Cal and I were fucking two men in the sixty-nine
position. It was a total success. We were all excited and soon were even
more excited. It was a complicated position but Cal and I were thrusting at
the same rate and we worked up to a climax. I don't exactly know who shot
off first, but there was a general exchange of sperm. I am pretty sure that
Joey shot of only a second or two after I began to rear load him. Both
Davis and Joey saved their loads and shared it with Cal and me later.