Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2015 15:10:04 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Junkyard Dog 3

Junkyard Dog 3
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.  No effort to portray
safe sex practices has been made.  If you have any comments, send them to
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A week after that session, I called Cal and asked if he was busy. He said
he was. He paused and then said. "I'm having a Christmas-New Years combo
party on Saturday. Would you be interested?"

"I think I would be," I said. "What time is it?"

"I need to give you more details first. It will be men only, twenty or
thirty. They are old friends and playmates of mine. Some of them aren't
pretty, and they aren't exactly on the social register. They will also be
naked," he explained.

"Were you trying to discourage me or encourage me to come?  It sounds
great," I said.

"You will be the youngest and most clean cut guy there. You might be
mobbed," he said. "They are nice guys, but not refined. They will have
showered and cleaned themselves up. They don't get through the door
otherwise."

"Is this their weekly bath?" I asked.

Cal laughed. "You guessed the situation. For a few, it is a monthly bath
and for one or two are on a quarterly schedule. There are a couple of
lumberjacks in the group and one or two hermit types. The party starts at
2:00.  It ends whenever," Cal said.

I was trying to think up a good excuse to get way to the party when my
parents said they would be away for that weekend. They had found out an old
friend in Albany was sick and his family was having a party for him. He was
feeling well, but there was little chance he would survive the next year.
The man's daughter apologized inviting them so late. They had lost his old
address book and had just found their address and phone number. They were
apologetic about leaving me at home alone. I told them not to worry.

At 2:00 Saturday afternoon, I was driving around behind the Junkyard to
Cal's house.  There were several cars and trucks there. There was one new
Dodge Charger, but the rest were older and heavily used. I went to the door
that opened as I approached. Donnell was the doorman.

"Nice to see you again. Merry Christmas!" he said. "Having you here will
add a little zip to Christmas for some of the guys here." He told me to go
to the bedroom and put my clothes in a paper bag there, and then he would
introduce me to the other men. In the bedroom, I met a man named Roddy and
his pal Zak. Roddy was a bearish mechanic and Zak was in the town crew. Zak
was sort of famous because he had saved a kid who had fallen into a
manhole. The picture showed him handing the kid up to a medic. Mud covered
Zak from head to toe and you could only see his eyes. When I saw him in the
flesh, I realized that mud was a good look for him. He was not a looker.

Both men sported impressive facial hair. Roddy had massive, red sideburns
and Zak's beard was the size of a muskrat. As soon as I put my clothes in
the bag, my cock disappeared in Zak's beard.

"Now Zaky, it's nice to make a new guy feel welcome, but you really should
ask first or at least say hi.

"It's real pretty!" Zac proclaimed. "It tastes good too!" I later found out
that three or four word sentences were rare examples of loquaciousness from
Zak. He was an old-fashioned ditch digger. His boss would tell him to put a
hole somewhere, and Zak would say, "Yep." Monosyllables were his preferred
form of communication.

Roddy pried him off my cock and told me that Zac liked man seed, but he was
also a good supplier of sperm. "It is thick, creamy and plentiful," Roddy
said, "If you like a massive cream load and are hungry, Zak is the man for
you." We went to Cal's rec room. There were ten men there.

Joey was there talking with his father.  I thought it was his father at
first, but it turned out to be his Uncle, Danny Smith. They could have been
twins. Danny had his arms around a small, mousey man he introduced as Homer
Miller. I had seen him before. He was a sales clerk at the hardware
store. He was physically unimpressive except for his cock.  It was semi
hard and looked as if it would reach eight inches at full erection.

Joey bent over to suck Homer to full erection. Danny had a tube of
lubricant in his hand and he was lubricating Joey's ass. Danny looked at me
and smiled.

"I am the lubricator in chief. Things can get a little wild later," Danny
said. "I don't know if you are into that, but it is better to be prepared.
You are young and I will bet you are tight. A little lube will go a long
way to making this a good party."

"I'm not sure I will need it," I said.

Cal walked by as I said that. "Danny, give that boy a full, deep ass
treatment," Cal said. "If that boy doesn't make five of six men real happy,
I would be shocked."

"Are you going to be one of them, Cal?" Danny asked.

Cal laughed. "To tell you the truth, I was planning for Johnnie to be
desert!" he said.

"Joey is done," Danny said. "Come over to the bed and let me help you out.
I got on the bed and he squirted some lube on my ass and then massaged my
hole.

"You may have guessed that I like my job. It turns me on and it seems to
make everything easier for everyone," Danny said. Once I got used to his
finger in my ass it was relaxing in some ways and exciting in others. He
massaged my anus and then eased his finger through the sphincter. It was
painless. He found my prostate and rubbed it, but he didn't apply any
pressure.

"I am mostly a top, but I love oral and get off on fingering the ass. Let
me give you a little advice; it will save you some trouble. Cal thinks you
are a bottom and he knows men's likes as well as any man. Joey likes it
too, but he didn't admit it. He thought bottoming was "too gay" whatever
that is," Danny said. "Admit you are a bottom and enjoy it. You do not need
to fight it to prove you're a real man. If you invite the cock into your
ass, you will get where you want to be much more quickly." He paused. "I'm
going to push the lube deep in your ass."

"How deep?" I asked. Danny stroked his cock.

"A little more than six inches," he said. "Remember, invite it in, don't
fight it. Relax!"  I relaxed and a second later Danny's cock was deep in my
ass.

"Is there enough lube?" I asked.

"I think it's just right," I said.

Danny thrust a few times and then he smiled and pulled out. "Johnny, you
are going to make a lot of men happy today," he said. "I'll bet you will be
pretty happy to." A man with a scruffy beard came over to Danny.

"I could use a little of yer grease," he said.

"Damn it, Doug. Have you given up on using motor oil for lube?" Danny
asked.

"It burned some the last time," Doug said. I remembered seeing him before.
He was one of the men hanging on to the sides of the town trash truck. He
was ugly, but looked freshly scrubbed. Danny lubricated his ass and used
his fingers to get it in the hole. Doug liked that and his cock, which had
looked pretty ineffectual, perked up.

I went off meet some of the other men. I saw Herbert Winslow, who worked at
the library. He was mild mannered and timid but he was talking with Rob
Geddes and Mickey Tallberry. Rob was a local celebrity who was an announcer
at the radio station he was a nonstop talker as was Mickey. Mickey was a
farmer had had a very conservative a political outlook. He was a regular on
the local call-in shows. I knew his older kids from school and he was the
last man in the world I expected to see at the party.

Rob became silent when he started to suck Herbert. Herbert had a long dong,
which curved downward. Rob could deep throat it making him look like a
sword swallower. Herbert was a pale man who always looked frightened.  He
seemed to glow as Rob worked his organ. I went over to them to watch the
show.

"I'm surprised to see you here," Mickey said to me in a whisper. He was a
hairy, beefy man with huge balls.

"Does that bother you?" I asked. Mickey was clearly looking at my cock.

"No, I just didn't expect to see you," he said. "I assume you have guessed
that I like to let off some steam sometimes. Is that a problem?"

"We both like to do that," I said.

"I think of you as being a kid," Mickey said.

"I'm twenty-one now and getting ready to finish college," I said. "I'm a
bit new to this scene, but I have liked everything I've done so far."

"I am what you might call a late bloomer when it comes to this sort of
stuff," Mickey said. "Quite frankly, I can't get enough of it."  He
paused. "You know my sons. You wouldn't tell anyone, would you? You aren't
into kiss and tell?"

I smiled. "I wouldn't consider it," I said. Mickey was still looking at my
cock. I reached over and fondled his balls. As I did, his cock began to
grow and peek out of the pubic bush. He was uncut with a lot of extra
skin. I suddenly understood what the phrase, "I have a grower not a shower"
meant. As the cock grew, the skin began do open and peel back from his cock
head. "You have a thick one," I said.

"Shit, I'm fucking excited," Mickey said. "I've never done it with anyone
as young as you." I toyed with his foreskin and touched his knob. It was
sticky and wet; he had been oozing.

"Would you mind if I tasted it?"  I asked. His cock twitched.  I took that
as a yes. I dropped to my knees and touched his slit with my tongue. He
shivered and oozed a big glob of precum. I used my tongue to spread it over
his cock head and the tongued the skin back to expose more of his knob. It
was big with a flared edge.  I licked the edge.

All of a sudden, he squirted a single volley of hot man seed into my
mouth. We were both still for a while as he gained control.

"I'm sorry Johnny, I didn't mean to do that," he said.

"It was fine," I said, "It was a turn on."

"Let's go somewhere private and finish getting to know each other better,"
Mickey said. Cal over heard that comment.

"Mickey, you remember what I told you. Everyone here is a proud cocksucker
and ass fucker. We have nothing to be ashamed of and there is no need to go
somewhere private," Cal said firmly. "You need to meet the guys and have
some fun. I expect that some of that fun will be in your ass!"

I stood and Mickey dropped to his knees and sucked me with enthusiasm.
Doug came over to me. "You make friends easy," he said. "Can I stand next
to you and take your rejects?" I fondled his privates. I was not interested
in him, but I did not want to seem standoffish.

Mickey moved away and two men who were apparently Doug's friends joined
us. Henry was an older, Santa Claus type, and Rally was a black bear with a
white beard. I had never been with a black man before. Rally was a former
schoolteacher and was talkative. Henry was the strong silent type.

"You are new here; I hope it is not too much for you?" Rally said. "We are
older guys. We are experienced, but we are nice."

"Everyone seems open minded" I said.

Rally and Henry laughed. "Open minded is a nice way to put it," Rally
said. "I use to say that everyone was horny as shit.  Open minded it an
improvement on that. Everyone here is after your ass, and would love to
either fuck you or be fucked by you. As long as they eventually get to
trade some of their special sauce, they will be happy.  If you are not
interested, do not worry about that. They are used to disappointment and
rejection. We handle it well."

"Rally is a good fucker," Henry said with a stutter. "Real good." I thought
it was nice of him to give his friend a good review. Zac came over to us. I
seemed to be a magnet for bearded men. I later found out that Doug was the
magnet. The magnetic part was his ass. He was always willing and available.

"Henry's daddy would have been a member of the KKK if they had a local
chapter. He likes to watch Rally's cock disappear in a white ass," Zac
explained. "You see the necklace he is wearing. I has a tube of lube and a
bottle of poppers hanging from it."

"What are poppers?" I asked.

"Let's just say, they help you get enthusiastic, and open up," Zac
said. "Some guys like them a lot, others don't." I must have looked
dubious.

"You do know this is a fuck fest, not a love fest?" Rally said. "It's about
sexual sensation. Let yourself go and see what happens. I thought I was
experienced and had done it all.  The first time I came to a party here, I
discovered I had barely scratched the surface. Two men can have fun; twenty
men can have more! "

"There is one thing you need to know," Zac said. "You can let it all hang
out here. No one is going to be offended, no one is going to complain, or
think you are a slut. Cal does not get off on sadists or masochists. Pain
is not part of the deal. Cal likes it when everyone is shooting, dripping,
oozing and poking.  No one is hiding his cock or clenching his ass."

As we talked, Doug had gone behind me and was rubbing his cock on my
crack. For some reason I shifted my legs. Doug was shorter than I am and
his cock nudged toward my hole. Again, I shifted my legs. His knob was at
my hole. I was well lubricated. He made a quick thrust and his knob popped
into the dark side of my sphincter.

I had not focused on Doug's cock. Once he was in me, I realized it
consisted of an oversized mushroom and a thin shaft. It was not long shaft,
but it was just long enough to lodge the mushroom directly on my
prostate. I almost fainted it felt so good.  Soon I was doing a little Hula
dance to rub it against my little gland.

The men watching me enjoyed the show. They knew about Doug's cock and the
effect it had on some men who had their prostate in just the right place. I
was nearing an orgasm when Doug pulled out. Zak and Henry held me and
guided me to my knees. Henry held a little bottle to my nose.

"Take a sniff!" he said. It had a chemical smell. As I inhaled, I felt a
large object at my ass. I did not look to see who it was but I knew it was
Rally. I felt warm all over as the cock slid into me. I almost passed out
again from the pleasure.

It was so intense that it was almost painful. I was not sure I could endure
it. Rally was not a pounder; he liked to stroke and rub his tool against
the increasingly sensitive lining of my ass. After five or ten minutes, he
pulled out and let me take a breath.

I thought the guys would think I was a bottom slut. They were actually
impressed at my ability to take the cock as easily as I did. Not only did I
take it; I obviously enjoyed it. My squirming and moaning was a turn on.
Zac and Henry were most attentive and the worked more lubricant into my
ass. Henry used his cock to push it in deeper. He had a rather vocal orgasm
as he helped me out. Apparently allowing a nearly complete stranger to
climax in my ass was regarded as a sign that I was a good sport.

Doug was nice enough to lick up the cum that drooled from my ass. Three
hours later, at the end of the party licking up drooling a cock seemed like
common courtesy. I was busy most of the time. After the first hour, almost
everyone had shot off at least once and the sex became relaxed and
casual. I had more stamina than I would have guessed and the men told me
that my ass maintained its muscle tone well.

Near the end of the party, I found myself in a corner of the rec room with
an older man named Phil and his younger pal, Don. Phil was a short, bearded
public defender. Even though he was naked, I knew he was a poor
dresser. Don was deaf body builder. He looked scary and retarded. Phil told
me he was good on a one to one basis, but in a room filled with people, it
was all a jumble for him. He was twenty-four, but looked older because of
his bulk. Phil was acting as his social guide, and that was a problem. Phil
wasn't exactly Mr. Outgoing.

We talked and I played with Phil's equipment and Don played with mine. The
party was almost over. We went to the bedroom and dressed. As I walked to
my car, Phil asked if I would like to stop by his apartment for a beer. He
was so nervous, I said sure mostly because I felt sorry for him. I followed
them home.

They lived in a little bungalow on the edge of town.  We had an uneasy
period of conversation inside the house sipping a beer. I assumed they
wanted to have sex, but Phil did not know how to transition from
conversation to fornication.

I decided to make a stab at it. "It was hot as hell at Cal's place. Is
there any chance I could take a shower?" I asked. "I feel sticky.  Phil
looked as if Christmas had come a second time that year. Phil said that was
not a problem. I them asked if they would like to join me. We trooped off
to the bath.

As soon as we were in the shower, I began to suck both men. Phil's cock was
shaped as he was, like a fire hydrant. His cock head was bullet like, with
a wide slit. Don's was much longer, hefty and had a mushroom knob wrapped
in thick foreskin. Phil had been semi-erect when he got in the shower. Both
were fully erect seconds after my lips made contact with their tools.

Don's cock head seemed exceptionally sensitive. He was uncut and the
sheltering skin must have had an effect. After a few minutes I got up and
Don dropped to his knees to suck me. He was enthusiastic.

"You are really nice to come by," Phil said. "We don't get much
company. That party was an eye-opener for Don. I am an unadventurous man.
I don't think Don realized you could do some of the things the men were
doing."

I smiled. "I think I did just about everything that could be done," I said.

"I noticed." Phil said. "Don thinks you are handsome." He paused. "Don's
never fucked anyone. I think he would like it."

"You haven't fucked him?" I asked.

"We are more pals than playmates. We suck some, but fucking seems too
personal. Don had trouble with the police, resisting arrest. When the judge
discovered he was deaf, he gave him a suspended sentence and is in my
custody," Phil explained. "I came home drunk one night and sucked him. I
was almost overcome with remorse the next day, but it turned out Don loved
it and wanted more, much more."

"Do you fuck?" I asked.

"My ass is too tight," he replied. "I was thinking that you don't have that
problem. Would you be willing to help him out?" I was.

We got out of the shower, dried off and went to the bed. Phil lubricated
one more time. I probably did not need that, but Phil very obviously
enjoyed it. Don was afraid he would hurt me and he was careful. He had been
in jail and I wondered if he had a bad experience there.

Don was a muscleman so he could have powered his way into me, but he was
slow and deliberate, I shivered once and he pulled out immediately. He was
afraid he had hurt me. I told Phil it was fine and he used sign language to
reassure Don.

Later in my life, I had a friend who had what he called "charity fucks."
That was when you fuck or were fucked by a man because you are sorry for
him. Don may have started as a charity fuck, but it ended with a top of the
line orgasms for both of us. He was a perfect fit for both his man my
pleasure.

Phil was entirely altruistic about Don and me. Phil liked to watch. When
Don was real loading me, Phil had a hands free orgasm and he sprayed my
face.