Date: Wed, 28 May 2014 19:31:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Waldo the Virgin Hunter 10 Waldo the Virgin Hunter 10 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com If you enjoy these stories, please consider donating to Nifty I was surprised when Grant Dudley called me and asked me out for some coffee. He was the operations man for Atlantic University's police department. He had a problem. Atlantic was an expensive private school for rich kids. Atlantic could give you a good education if you wanted it, but it was a party school if you wanted that. I had long suspected that they had a problem separating boys-will-be-boys pranks from more serious problems. Apparently, a few of the boys seemed to think that sexual assault was a prank. This was not good, but the situation was worse than that. There seemed to be a serial rapist on the campus. Of course, that is job for the city police. The school had not been reporting the attacks and now it would be a major problem if it were known that the school was hiding the crimes. Grant wanted my opinion. "It doesn't seem to me that you have any choice but to call in the police," I said. "They have vastly more personnel and resources that you do. You need to warn the students too." "Our Chief is worried about lawsuits," Grant said. "The longer you wait the bigger the problems will grow," I said. "That's the way I see it too," Grant said. "At the school you are in a cocoon, an alternate reality that lulls you into thinking these are just pranks that got out of hand. Felonies are not pranks. I have talked to the powers that be, and they are opposed to making it public. They think it will just go away." "They will be really unhappy with you, you know that?" I asked. He nodded. The next day he went to the city police. The school issued a series of press releases. Included in the releases was one saying that Grant Dudley had resigned. That was a clever move. They didn't say he was involved with hiding the rapes; it just happened that he resigned. Grant was toast. His wife was a faculty member at Atlantic. She decided to stay at the school and divorce Grant. I saw Grant several months later. He was working at Lowes. "I'm afraid my advice may have sent you to the dog house," I said. "I did the right thing. I hadn't guessed that they would use me as a sacrificial lamb, but it's good to know that," he said. "I had no idea I was working with a bunch of snakes." I commiserated with him and went on. I ran into him a few times over the next few months. We shared a table at lunch and he said he was having trouble reconnecting socially with people. "It's must be hard to start dating again," he said. "I seem to be over the hill for most. Most woman want a man who is younger or has more money." "Take your time, things will eventually work out," I said. "I'm not much of a catch either." "Where do you find women?" he asked. "Well, I'm not really looking for women," I said. He looked puzzled and then he realized what I meant. "I guess it's different strokes for different folks," he replied. "Do you have a partner?" "I'm not looking for a partner either," I replied. "You could say I like the recreational side of personal relationships with no strings attached." "I started dating my wife in High School. She believed in true, one and only love," Grant said. "She said she out grew me. I put her through college and graduate school! I would have been better off with fewer strings." "I suspect a no strings relationship may deepen, but it's harder when a deep relationship goes bad," I said. He was hoping to get into a police force again and he asked me if I had any leads. I said I didn't, but if he needed anyone to explain the situation at Atlantic, I would be glad to tell them what I knew. As we left the restaurant he asked, "What are your no strings relationships like?" "Intense, very pleasurable and short," I said. "You can let off a lot of steam in an hour." He laughed and walked away. I did not know what he was after, he seemed like a complete straight arrow, but you never know. We were reaching the end of the semester when students go crazy. They have tests to take and papers to write and when you combine stress with a dose of stupid and hormones you never know what will happen. We had three mental breakdowns and two attempted suicides. The suicides weren't very sincere. Several parties got out of hand. After the last day of tests, all the students vanished and my job became more like a night watchman than a cop. On a Friday afternoon, I saw Grant and I asked him to have a beer at my apartment. He wanted that but seemed nervous. We had a few beers and he relaxed some. He was in the running for a job as a planner for a security company. "Waldo, you mentioned you liked no strings fun. That has been sounding better and better to me," Grant said. "Is there any chance you might be able to help me out? I really need some fun." I smiled. "I hate to say it, but there is always a chance. There is one problem. I don't like being with guys who lay there like a log and then shoots off and goes home. I like a little reciprocation." "How much reciprocation?" he asked. "Let's just say I like a sincere effort," I said. "I like to know you enjoy it and appreciate my efforts." "I like to fuck," he whispered. I smiled. "That might take quite a bit of appreciation. By the way, I like to fuck too." Grant smiled. "I understand that," he said. "That seems fair." We went to my bedroom and stripped. He was a good-looking man and he looked even better naked. He worked out and it showed. He had a dusting of hair on his chest. He had five inches, uncut, soft and low hangers. I dropped to my knees and got the ball rolling. He jumped when I first made contact with his cock, but thirty seconds later all was well. When I saw well, I mean really well. He was moaning in pleasure and oozing buckets of precum. "I take it that you like being sucked?" I asked. "I had no idea it was this good. My wife tried it once and it wasn't good," Grant said. "She hated it." "Men are more into cock than women, I think. When was the last time you got off other than using the one handed salute?" I asked. "Two years ago, maybe two and a half years," he said. That explained a lot. He was desperate for some sex and way overdue for some tension release. I am not sure he wanted me. He probably wanted anyone who was willing. That did not bother me. I had no problem helping a man in need. Grant did not know it, but he was like a bear who had just fallen into a pot of honey. I was experienced and skilled and he was a novice. I gave him the grand tour. He loved it and about fifteen minutes into the tour, his mouth found my cock and they got along just fine. We sixty-nined and that was the perfect way to gauge his excitement level. He oozed buckets every time he deep throated me. We took a break after a half hour. It had been intense and we both needed to catch our breath. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Damn, I really don't know. I'm dizzy. It feels great, but I can't get a grip on things," he said. "I had no idea it would be like this." "What did you think it would be like?" "I thought it would be dirty. I ate out my ex-wife once or twice and hated it. I thought I would dislike the cock ooze. I loved it." "I like a cock like yours that responds to everything I do. I like the taste of precum, and yours I good," I said. "I can't believe we are talking about this stuff," he said. "Does it bother you?" "I thought it did, but now it just turns me on." "I don't want to shock you, but I suspect that at this point just about everything will turn you on," I said. "You may be right about that. I feel like a teenager again," Grant said. "It's all new to me and exciting but I'm a bit scared I might do something wrong." "Don't worry about that," I said. "Let me suggest something that might sound strange. When we are naked, try to forget you are a straight man. Pretend you are a gay man with another gay man. You want to milk every drop of pleasure from our genitals. You like to kiss, suck and fuck like a wild man. Do not hold back; go for it. Once we you have shot off, you can be a straight man again." "I don't know if I can do that," he replied. I leaned over and licked his oozing cock. I was sure he wouldn't have a problem. He was needy and sex deprived. When you combine that with the prospect of ecstatic sexual pleasure, he was willing too. I knew he wanted to fuck. I was going to use that as a reward for his participation. He was into man sex big time after fifteen minutes. I decided to let him try it. That turned out to be sort of mistake. It wasn't bad; it was way too good. His cock was a perfect fit for my ass. I don't mind being fucked, but it's not my favorite activity. I am naturally a top. His cock rang my chimes, floated my boat and sent me to the moon. It did everything a cock could do. I am a good top and I had done that to some of my playmates. I was great when that happened. I loved shooting creamy sperm into my partner's quivering ass. I knew it was good for me, but didn't know what my playmate was feeling. Now I knew. Grant knew it was good too. "Damn, I's been years since I've done anything this good. You're so fucking tight," he cried. He pounded hard a few times and I felt a flood of warm semen fill my ass. Grant was crying. I think the emotions were too strong. He began to pull away. "Leave it in for a little while. Let me milk it," I said. He did as I asked. One guy I knew had done that to me after I shot off. It had been good and it was good for Grant. We both calmed down. His cock never completely lost his erection. I squeezed it and rotated my ass. A few minutes later, he was hard again. "I didn't expect that," he said. "It was better than I had guessed." "It was good for me too." "To tell you the truth it was more than good," he added. "It was mind blowing." "Does that bother you?" "I don't know. It seemed to me that it shouldn't have been that good," he said. "I fucked my wife for fifteen years and it was never that good." "Are you worried that you are gay?" I asked. "Sex and love aren't the same thing. I enjoy sex, but I do not want to marry all the men I have hooked up with. Sometimes the sex is great with men I am not attracted to and poor with good-looking studs. Life is filled with surprises." "Well this has been one hell of a surprise for me," Grant said. "I don't know what to think." "Well, if you would like to do it again, I'm game," I said. "Hot damn," he replied. I was relieved at his response. For most men the choice between easy sex and deep thoughts is an easy one. Grant made the right choice. "Let's take our time and see if we can make it last," I suggested. "I'm not sure I can do that," he whispered. I asked him to get on his back and let me sit on it. He did as I asked and I sat on his tool. Grant moaned as his member slid into my ass. It was beautiful for me. I wondered if Grant was a born-again who was worried about pleasure. Some of them think that denial, going without and avoiding pleasure are the mark of a good person. Pleasure and enjoyment are snares of the devil. It always seemed to me that if pain and suffering were god's gift and happiness and pleasure were the devil's, I would go looking for another god. As I wiggled my ass on Grant's love pole, I wondered if it might be a foretaste of heaven. His cock hit some places than made me feel a bit divine. Grant's problem with man sex was not that it was bad; it was too good. Sex is its own reward, and while he may have been uneasy, he had a second mind-blowing orgasm and eventually a third. He went home confused and relaxed in a way he rarely experienced. Most of his sexual tension and repression was in my ass. A few weeks later, Grant had an interview at Hanover and the Chief called me for a recommendation. I told him the real story. My Chief had suspected something like that. It was difficult for us to hire him because of the local publicity, but the Chief knew of a police chief job for a town in the Valley. They hired Grant as an acting chief. He did a good job and they appointed him the chief a year later. It was a month after I heard of that, that he came by my house on a Saturday morning. He was in town for a meeting. "I'm sorry just to drop in," he said. "I didn't have a chance to say good bye." "It's good to see you," I said. "Come on in for some coffee." He came in and told me about his job. He loved it there and he had done well. "I think a lot about what we did here," he said. "I was afraid you might think I didn't enjoy it. It was great, I mean really good." "You don't need to worry about that, Grant. I could tell it was good for you. It was good for me too." He looked at me uneasily. "To tell you the truth, I liked fucking you more than fucking my wife. You were tighter, but more open. My cock tingled when I was in you. Somehow, I thought my cock was welcome. My wife thought my cock was an invader," he said. "When I shot off in your ass, it was the best moment of my entire life. I thought you enjoyed it." "You thought right! This may sound strange, but I was in love with you as long as your cock was in my ass. It only lasted as long as we were connected, but it was good! I could feel you ejaculating; that was wild. Every time I think about your seed in my ass I get a warm feeling," I said. "Do you want to fuck again?" "I sure do!" he replied. He was silent for a few seconds. "Would you do me too? I want to feel you in me." I was more than willing. His tented pants indicated he was ready. We went to the bedroom and I sat on his cock. He loved that. I bounced on it. Each time I rose up so only the tip of his cock head was in me and then I sat back. He moaned every time. I knew the way Grant thought and each time I did that, I knew he would have to pay me back with his open ass. A cock is always a bit like a loaded gun with the safety off. I overdid it and he shot off. I could feel him squirting in my ass. As his hot cream filled my ass, I again felt warm and affectionate. We kissed and got into an intense make out session. A little later my cock as at his hole. I had lubricated his ass well, and he shivered as my knob touched his anus. "I loved having you in me," I said. "I could feel you squirting. It was beautiful." "I've never had anyone like it as much as you did," Grant whispered. He relaxed as he said that; his sphincter relaxed and my cock slipped in. "My wife made me pull out before I popped most of the time." My tool slipped in deeper. "She missed the best part," I said. "Will you take mine?" He didn't need to answer; he just moaned as the last inch of my cock slipped into him. I'm not sure Grant knew that the prostate is a sex organ. He had a muscular and tight ass that firmly gripped my cock. Every time I rammed his prostate, he moaned and relaxed his firm grip. I rammed deeper into his virgin ass. I alternated heavy-duty ass ramming, with interludes of gentle anal massage. Grant liked the intensity and the tenderness. I pulled out a few times and opened my ass for him. We were friends sharing each other. Grant was an uptight man. At some point Grant relaxed and just enjoyed the sensations. He stopped worrying that he might be gay, or that he was doing it wrong, or he might be sinning. He just gave up all his worries and went with his emotions. He let himself feel the pleasure and respond to it. When he went back to his job the next morning, Grant was a happy man.