Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 04:12:02 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Waldo, the virgin Hunter Waldo, the Virgin Hunter 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 or bldhrymn@aol.com If you enjoy these stories. Please consider giving a donation to Nifty! My name is Waldo, Waldo Williams, and I am a man hunter. Technically I'm more of a man fucker than a man hunter. To be even more correct I am a virgin hunter. I like to hunt men and be the first to play tag with their prostates. I love to be the first one to get on the dark side of a guy's sphincter and give his prostate a sperm bath. My daddy said if you're going to do anything, make sure you do it well. If it's worth doing, be the best at doing it. I took his words to heart. I am not sure he would have guessed that I would be good at ass fucking, but life can be strange some times. While I like to fuck I had a few attitude problems that made it hard for me to succeed. My first adventure in man sex was with Mr. Butler, a neighbor down the street. I was fourteen at the time and it wasn't good. It hurt and I didn't like it at all. At first, I wanted it, but when it began to hurt, he wouldn't stop. It turned me off on man sex for a while. Two years later I tried it again with Mr. Green. He was the organist at church. He took his time and got in deep enough to ring my chimes. He had a long, thin cock that bent upwards. I turned the tables on him the second time we got together. He said I was way too big for him to take, but I think he underestimated his abilities to take a cock. Then second my cock head was on the dark side of his sphincter, I knew this was for me. He squirmed, wiggled and moaned a lot. He complained a little but he stayed hard. That just made it better for me. I had never gotten off without a manual assist before Mr. Green, but I discovered a tight sphincter was better than a hand. I loved letting loose and filling his ass with my spunk. Mr. Green seemed uneasy after I did that, but it turned into a regular thing. I had always been a big boy and by the time I was seventeen I was a big man. I realized Mr. Butler liked them young and I decided to teach him a lesson. I caught him messing with another neighborhood kid, Billy and I got him good. That is when I discovered that I could only enjoy it when my playmates enjoyed it. I plowed and seeded Mr. Butler good, but it was no fun for me. Billy came by the next day to thank me for helping him out. Billy had wanted the same thing I did when I had my first run in with Mr. Butler. Somehow we ended up naked and my cock was deep in his ass. I took my time and worked it in slowly. Butler had only forced his knob in when I interrupted him. I had my entire cock in Billy's ass. It was great. We messed around for the whole afternoon. I fucked him four times and shot off three. The last time I fucked Billy he shot off hands free. He was happy even with a sore ass. We got together any time we could, and I introduced him to Mr. Green. He fucked Mr. Green as I fucked him and that was good for all of us. I graduated high school and went off to the Army for a few years. I liked the army, but I was afraid the regimented life there would cramp my style. That turned out not to be a problem. Being in a barracks with several hundred, horny, lonely young men was not a problem at all. Virgin hunting is easy if the virgins are willing. I had a few natural advantages in the Virgin hunting business. I was a big, muscular, hairy guy. I wasn't what most women would think of as handsome, but I was a man's man. Most guys liked me, and no one would pick me out as a cock sucker and ass fucker. That was really helpful. No one guessed I wanted their ass and I wasn't pushy about it. I took my time. In the showers I was alert to those who were looking at me. I discovered soon that some guys regularly would be at the next shower head. There would be some accidental contact, which didn't bother me. After bumping into me there might be a quick feel the next night. That was as far as it got in basic training, but I ended up in a unit with a sergeant who liked to look at me. I was real careful with him. I did nothing obvious, but nothing to discourage him either. Sergeant Miller was like me, in that no one would have guessed he was into man sex. Somehow I knew; he knew about me too. I couldn't figure out how to connect with him. That wasn't necessary. He found a way. He sent me off to do things in storeroom or other out of the way places and he would come by to see how I was doing. While I am basically a top, I'm a good sucker too. Not only do I suck, but I swallow. I take the entire load and I suck until the balls are drained. Sergeant Miller liked that a lot. He was hard as nails, except for his uncut beer can style cock. It was tender and delicate. I wasn't the most experienced man in the world, but I did know how to work over a cock and I took my time. A few weeks later I had a weekend leave and coincidentally, Sergeant Miller had leave too. We met up at a fishing cabin fifty miles from the base. Miller like to fish, so we got up early in the morning, fished, then returned to the cabin where we fucked like rabbits for the rest of the day. At first, I sucked him and he fucked me. He built up a nice load and he was ripe. That was good, but I was just building up points. At some point I figured he would let me do him out of a sense of fair play. That happened on Sunday morning. He wasn't an experienced cock sucker, but he was sincere. During a break he asked me about what I felt when he was up my ass. I described it in glowing terms. I told him it was like being jacked-off from the inside. He asked more questions and finally I told him it was easier to do than to describe. He said he wasn't sure about that. I told him I would only go half way. For some reason the thought that was okay. I took my time and eased my knob through his sphincter. He had buns of steel and was real tight, but that just made it better for me. My cock had a big knob, but then is thin, getting thicker toward the base. Once my head was in Sarge relaxed. I don't know if Sarge knew he had a prostate until I began using it as a punching bag. My mushroom did a job on him. I mentioned that he cock was delicate. After five minutes of anal massage he turned into a whimpering pussy cat. I'm not the smartest man in the world and I guessed he would revert to normal as soon as the pressure was off his prostate. That was true and I turned into a Private and he became a Sergeant again as soon as I pulled out. We didn't talk about it for the rest of the day, we went fishing again. After a good dinner that night we went to bed. I told him I had enjoyed the play time as asked if he wanted to do me. Of course he said yes. Just before he shove his cock in me he said that it might be nice if I did him again, the way I did in the afternoon. I said that was fine with me. "There is one problem," I said. "I was really excited the last time and I came close to shooting my load in you. I don't know if I can hold back this time." He told me not to worry. "You eaten enough of my home brew. I can take yours," he said. All was well. We had a good time. Sergeant Miller was smiling as my cock went deep, and I think he liked my semen lubricating his rectum. I fucked him a few more times that weekend and he fucked me once. He was the first man to make love to my ass. He was gentle and careful and rock hard. It was messy. He shot a huge load and it drooled from my ass and covered his balls, bush and cock. I had been used to keeping things neat so now one would know what I had been doing. Miller and I wallowed is sperm and ball juice. He licked up his seed as it drooled from my ass. It was real exciting and after all those years of worrying, a nice long shower cleaned everything up. We went back to base and everything was just fine. I had fun in the army, but not too much fun. One or two guys had a reputation as a sluts. No one guessed about me. The best sex I had ever had was with Sergeant Miller. He was older and more mature than me. He was every inch a man. I liked that. I liked pleasing him. He didn't say it, but I think he liked having a young stud do him. I wasn't after anything but a good time. He sure liked making me happy. One of my shower room friends, Denny, had a brother who worked in a university police force. Denny told me I would probably like being a cop and I'd probably like his bother. Karl, too. The university had several highly publicized incidents and was under a big law-and-order push. If you were military it was almost an automatic place in the force. I went to a month of training and I went to work with Karl. Most of our problems were alcohol or substance abuse related. I am a big guy and am physically intimidating. That can be useful with drunks. I was also 25 so I wasn't so much older than the students. Most of the force was retired police officers and they didn't relate to the students well. I had a knack for handling students. I could be friendly but firm, and I tend to be calming. Hanover University was an old small school that turned into an urban university. There was the original college quad, but the rest of the school was mixed in with dense urban districts. We had street people, drug rehab patients and regular people mixed in with the students. One of the nice things about the school is that it had many older, night students. In general they were more mature and calmer then the kids. Luckily for me I had good judgment as to who was what. I could tell the difference between students being jerk and real problems. That was a useful skill. I also possessed great gaydar. I could tell who was gay and who was straight. Of course that was easy with the fems and cross dressers. I could look at a 40-year old man getting a degree in accounting and tell he was gay. I had an apartment a few blocks from the school. That was good in an emergency since I could get there in five minutes. It was also good for a quick sexual interlude. Karl was a good guide to the school. He was off the market since he had found a partner. Karl did remembers his day s on the prowl, and told me some of the good places. He also warned me about underage students. "Everyone here says they are 21, but that isn't true. We also have some advanced placement high school kids here too. They never tell you the truth about their age," he explained. I knew that being curious and willing aren't the same thing as being ready. I was willing as was Mr. Butler. He was also a jerk, and that I didn't know. As in the army I took my time and let sex come to me. I was giving a little talk to a class why walking home alone at 2:00 in the morning after a party was a bad idea for a class. The professor was a 40 year old hippy who taught English Poets. He had one class a week that went from 7:00 to 10:00 PM. We had the usual free spirit that protested that you shouldn't have to worry and be careful. One guy said if you walked home alone you deserved to be raped. That caused a stir. "If you so something stupid or unwise, you don't deserve to be raped or murdered," I said. I went into my spiel on being sensible and avoiding a problem. The discussion was good, but I made a note to keep an eye in the free spirit. Sometimes it had to tell the difference between a free spirit and a person with a death wish. The Professor, Ken, was firmly on the side of the angels. He wanted his students to be sensible. Ken was maybe 40, thin, tall and probably a runner. He had an unruly beard and very blue eyes. He looked at me with interest and then averted his eyes quickly. I knew what that meant. He didn't want any of his students to notice. I had noticed that in the showers with guy and their straight pals. After the class ended he came over to me. "You gave a good presentation. You relate to the students well," he said. "There were a few I didn't seem to convince," I said. He laughed. "They are also the ones who don't believe spelling and grammar make any difference either," he said. "They think that good intentions are a replacement for intelligibility. One wrote an essay on the impact of nuclear bomb on the poetry of Tennyson. I tried to explain that was an historical impossibility." "A few problems with dates?" I asked. "I'm off duty, would you be interested in a cup of coffee?" "Sure, do you want to go to the Starbuck's?" "I live a few blocks away, my coffee is much more economical," I said. That was fine with him so we went off. We talked as we walked. He was finishing his dissertation for his doctorate. That took all of his spare time. He had been hired because a professor died in August two years earlier. It was a temporary job. But he had done well and if he got the degree the University would put him on the tenure track. He was under the gun. At my apartment I made the coffee, and took my uniform off. "You must work out?" he said. "I would like to be muscular, but I seem destined to be scrawny." "I assumed you are a runner," I said. "I work out some." Ken was looking at me with undisguised interest. The coffee was ready and I gave him a cup. "I run and swim," he said. "Do you swim?" "I like to swim, but I'm a hairy guy and at the beach I scare some kids, they think I'm a gorilla," I said. "The hair makes you more masculine," Ken said. "There is nothing wrong with that." "It's doesn't bother me either," I said. We talked for a while and I found out he was a smart, good guy. He was also unmarried and not dating. "Are you attached?" he asked. "I can see form your apartment you aren't married." "You think my apartment lacks the woman's touch?" I asked. "I'm not dating either. I don't seem to attract the fairer sex. Gus like me though." "Is that a problem?" Ken asked. "Not at all," I replied. "I like men." There was a brief pause in the conversation. "Men suit me too," Ken said. "For a while I though I just couldn't find the right woman. It more than that." "I like women well enough," I said. "It's just that having sex with them doesn't float my boat. I'm one of those guys who isn't gay, but I like sex with men." "I think I'm the same way," Ken said. "I like man sex too." "I was being completely straight with you," I continued. "I love sex with men. It's a lot more than like." I started stripping and the conversation came to an end. Ken was naked before I was and when he saw my cock he went for it. After a little while he stopped sucking, looked up at men and said, "Damn you're big!" "Let's go to the bedroom and get comfortable," I said. I got him on the bed and got a good look at him. Ken was lean like a greyhound. He had a hairy chest and a treasure trail. His cock was long and thin; his balls hung low. I could easily deep throat his cock. He liked that a lot. "Be careful. I'm close," he whispered. "Do you want me to take your load?" I asked. "You'd do that?" he replied. I took that as a yes and returned to deep throating him. The first twitch was when he was deep down my throat, but I pull off enough to work over his knob as he shot off. His balls must have been full to the brim and he continued to ejaculate and twitch for a long while. "Damn that was good." I said. I my mouth was still near his cock and I licked up whatever drooled from his cock. "No one has ever done that to me before," he said. "I hope you liked it." "It was wonderful," Ken moaned. There was a pause. "Do I have to take yours?" It was clear he was uneasy. I never require reciprocity in a playmate. I do my thing and they do theirs. I do like to build up good will. Since my objective is to get in their ass, that can be helpful. "You do what you want to do," I said. "I like to taste a guy's baby making sauce." "I feel wiped out now, but I think I can recharge. Can I stay a little longer?" he asked. We talked. Ken was inexperienced and had only had a few hookup and no repeats. This had been his first time in bed in an apartment. I told him I wasn't that experienced, but I had done most things once and almost everything had been good. "Have you been fucked?" he asked. It told him I had and it had been good. I suggested we take a shower. He jumped at that opportunity. He liked the shower and we got it on almost immediately. I dropped the soap and he touched my hole with his cock head. I didn't object so he slipped it in. his cock was thin and he was really gentle so it was fine. I knew if I let him fuck me, my chances of fucking him grew exponentially. Most men had a sense of what is fair. Turn-about is fair play. That eventually worked out, but not quickly. Ken cock was a magic wand that did a job on me. I had been fucked before, but Ken was different. I really enjoyed it. We played in the shower then returned to the bed room and he did my doggy style then on my back. An hour later we were both exhausted and drained. Our cocks were worn out. It was beautiful. He had to go home but we exchanged phone numbers. I asked him if his ass was virgin. He said it was. "Ken, I really want to fuck you and I want to be the first," I said. He smiled at me. We kissed and he left. I was pretty sure that was a yes.