Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 04:08:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Waldo 7 Waldo the Virgin Hunter 7 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! Rollo dropped by when he had a chance, but that was sporadic. He had a busy and complicated life. I ran into him on the edge of the campus working on a construction project. He was pinch hitting for another superintendent. He came over to me. "Tim, I have a friend you might like to meet," he said. "He's a guy who works on one of my jobs." "You think we share common interests?" "I think so. I think he's beating himself up over some things he can't change," Rollo said. ""He is sort of like me that way. I found him in a compromising position." "Why don't you help him?" I asked/ "I'm his boss and I'm his Uncle. That would cause problems," Rollo replied. "If you could talk to him, it would be good. He's a good carpenter, but he is thinking he might like to be a cop. I told him you were helpful when my daughter was attacked. Would you be interested in talking with him?" "Sure, that's not a problem. How compromising was the position?" I asked. "His cock was in another guy's mouth. I think he had just shot off." I smiled. "That is a pretty good indicator." I leaned close to him. "Are you thinking about talk only?" Rollo laughed. "Hank is almost twenty-five-years old. He can make-up his own mind. It doesn't bother me one bit." A week later, I met with Hank on a quiet Sunday afternoon. While Rollo wasn't the most sophisticated man in the world, Hank seemed to be a genuine hayseed. I was used to Virginia accents, but Hank had an accent you could use to flavor soups. It took a while to figure out he was smart, and just suffered from being born is deepest South-West Virginia. We walked around the campus and talked. We ended up at my apartment and I offered him a beer. "Did Uncle Rollo tell you anything about me that bothered you?" he asked. "Nothing bothered me at all. He thought we might share a common interest," I said. "You could say I'm an open minded man. To tell you the truth, I'm really open minded." "I'm not that open minded, but there are some things I like to do," Hank said. "I like doing them, but they aren't the sort of things I should like." "I know what you are talking about," I said. "I grew up thinking I liked the same things the other guys did. I though I would find a nice girl and get married. That didn't happen." "You couldn't find the right girl?" Hank asked. "For a while I thought that was the problem, but eventually, I realized I wasn't looking that hard," I explained. "It took some time to understand my interests didn't include girls." "That is pretty close to being my problem," Hank admitted. "I don't think I feel the things about girls that I should feel. I'm not a fag, but girls just don't do it for me." "I'm not a fag either. I think of myself as a 100% straight man who likes sex with other men," I said. "I'm afraid that I'm not much into love, but man sex is damn good." Hank laughed. "That's a strange way to put it," he said. "I've not done much, but I've like what I've done. I don't know if I want to do more." "Is that because you are afraid you won't like it, or that you might like to too much?" He looked me in the eye. "I think it's liking it too much that worries me." "Let me tell you that from my own experience there is not much not to like about sex," I said. "If you are doing it right, it's wild. Even if you don't like it, there is still a good chance you will shoot off, and that can only be so bad." "You are a good looking man," Hank said. "I wouldn't mind trying out some things with you." "Did your uncle mention that I'm not exactly a blushing virgin?" I asked. I began to unbutton my shirt. Hank began to do the same. "We didn't talk about anything like that," Hank said. He was tall, thin and muscular. I was hard to see the muscles under the pelt of dirty-blond hair. He took off his hat as he stripped exposing his baldhead. It seemed to me that bald guys often had hairy bodies. "It's nice to be in a private place," he said. "It's nice to be in a room where you can relax and no one will drop in," I said. "You could say that I'm into no-strings fun and no-fault fun. If it's good we can do it again, if it isn't so good, we can try something else." "Is anything off limits?" Hank asked. "Let's just agree that if I say no, it means no. That goes for you and me. Is that okay with you?" Hank nodded and I dropped to my knees and started to suck. He possessed a long, uncut white snake. I swallows the entire organ and Hank liked that. "Damn, you aren't shy, are you?" Hank said. I swallowed a few time and he liked the throat action. I pulled off as his cock responded. I worked his balls too and that was good, he had nice balls in a hairy, low-hanging sack. "A guy didn't like my hairy sack," Hank said. "He said they were gross." "I'm pretty hairy myself," I said. "I don't complain about a man being manly." He was fondling my genitals. "You are dripping," he remarked. "You've turned me on. I ooze and drip when I'm excited," I said. "Have you ever tasted an excited man?" I collected a little on my finger and offered it to him. "It's fresh from a cop's cock; most men like it." Hank stuck out his tongue and touched the little glob of precum. He shivered a little when he tasted it. "It's sweet, not like cum at all," he said. "You've tasted your own, haven't you?" I asked. He nodded. "It wasn't that good, it was kind of salty and bitter," he said. "Has any one taken your load?" "A couple of men spit it out. One guy liked it. He sort of milked me," Hank said. "You liked being milked? I bet you liked that a lot." "I did. It was almost too good," he replied. "I'm not much into sperm, but I do like it when it is spurting in my mouth," I said. "The first few spurts almost tickles, when it's still warm and steamy. When I shoot off it is best when it almost hurts. You know the feeling when if it was any better it might hurt?" "I've never really sucked a guy. I like being sucked, but I don't get sucking," he said. "It's the difference between jerking off and jerking off with pals. Doing it with another person more than doubles the pleasure. The pleasure builds up the more you do and the more you share. A blowjob is not just better than jerking off, it ten or twenty times better. I think you build on the other's guy's excitement." Hank sank to his knees and tentatively licked my knob. I think it took him twenty or thirty seconds to get into it. Eventually, I lost it and shot off. Hank seemed to like my ball juice. I did not know if he wanted my cum, or if he was unwilling to let go if my cock. It was good for me. He went home afterwards. I told him to drop in anytime he wanted. It was all most a month later when he came knocking on my door. I said, "Hi." He asked if he could come in and talk. "I enjoyed what we did the last time I was here," Hank said. "I didn't come by sooner because I was embarrassed I liked it as much as I did. I don't want to be gay, but I keep in thinking about how good it was." I smiled. "I understand that," I said. "I'm a cop, not a florist or a drag queen. It didn't seem right that a guy like me could be gay." "How did you deal with it?" he asked. "Well, I'm afraid you can't fool Mother Nature," I replied. "You are what you are. It's better to accept that than to tear yourself to pieces trying to be some you aren't." "I think, I know that, I was just hoping something might change me," he said. "I can definitely tell you it's better to be a happy fag who is a good man, than being a bitter closet case. It easy to turn mean," I said. "It was better with you, that with the other men I have been with," Hank said. "I enjoyed that too," I said. "It gets better when you do it more. There is less stress and more enjoyment. I told you I like sex a lot?" Hank smiled. "It is also better when you think it just guys having fun, not a bunch of perverts committing sin." "My preacher back home said pleasure is a snare," Hank said. "Did you happen to notice that your preacher was full of shit?" I asked. Hank looked at me oddly and then he burst into laughter. "Now that you mention it, I did notice that!" he said. "The man was a jerk." He paused and added, "I was hoping you might like to do it again." "I hate to say this, but I am always willing," I replied. As I said that, the doorbell rang. It was Martin, the graduate student I had seen a few times. "I have a problem with a student, can I talk to you? It's a big problem," he said. I asked him in. I introduced him to Hank. Hank said he was going to leave, but Martin said he would just be a minute. Martin had a student who he thought was suicidal. He had promised the student he wouldn't tell anyone about the situation, but he thought the situation was deteriorating. I was direct. "Martin, you're a grad student, not a licensed doctor. You need professional help," I said. "Turn things over to people who are legally qualified and responsible." Martin looked relieved. He pulled out his cell phone and called the University hot line. After a brief conversation, he hung up. "They are sending a team over to see the student," he said. "They seemed to know what to do. Damn, that's a load off my mind." Martin looked over at Hank and saw something he liked. My gaydar isn't that good, but both Hank and Martin seemed interested. "Would you guys like a beer?" I asked. They agreed as I went to the kitchen, I heard Hank asking Martin if we were old friend. Martin said we were new friends. By the time I returned, they must had exchanged the secret handshake. We talked a little and I could tell Martin and Hank were attracted to each other. "I don't know if you've figured it out, but we all share a common interest," I said. "Both of you know I am direct, and I'd love have some fun." "The three of us?" Martin asked. "Just think of it as group therapy," I said. I began to unbutton my shirt. A minute later, we were in my bedroom naked and erect. I was on my knees with two cock heads in my mouth. That broke the ice. We were a compatible trio. Martin discovered he could deep throat Hank's thin, long member. For about fifteen minutes, we explored all the ways three men could suck a cock. Both men were usually a little up tight and tense, but the soon were into it. I noticed that Hank wasn't holding back at all. Hank went to the bathroom and Martin whispered, "Do you want to fuck some?" "I'm always ready to fuck," I replied. "Do you want to top or bottom?" "I'll do either. Is Hank into it? He had a nice one," Martin asked. "You think that long probe would feel good?" I asked. Marin smiled. "I don't know if he's into it, but I bet he wouldn't mind fucking you," I added. "Would you mind if I opened you up and asked him if he wanted to take a trip up your ass?" Martin nodded as Hank returned to the room. "Hank, Martin and I were thinking about kicking it up a notch. Do you mind if we fuck a little?" I asked. "You could watch or join in if you want." "I think I'd like to watch," Hank said. I took a tube of lubricant, coated my cock and then I lubricated Martin's ass. After lifting Martin's legs on my shoulder, I nuzzled my cock in his hole. "Some guys like to ram it in, but I like to take it slow," I said. "I know some guys who are after the orgasm only. I like some quality time as I work my cock and rub my cock against his warm and juicy insides." "You like the friction?" Hank asked. "I like to see how long I can make it last," I said. I began to pulse my cock into Martin's ass. "You have a big one, does it fit?" Hank asked. "I sure does," I said. I pushed a little harder and my cock head vanished in Martin's hole. He winced a little and then relaxed. "I bet yours would fit a little easier. Would you like to try it?" I asked. "Would you mind, Martin?" Hank asked. "No problem go ahead," Martin replied. I pulled out and Martin stepped up to the plate. I lubricated his rod and he aimed for Martin's hole. The entire man tube slid in deep. Both men moaned. "How do you keep form shooting off," Hank cried. "Relax and calm down," I said. "Try to hold it back, just stay still until the urge to shoot passes." I didn't think Hank could hold back, but he did. When I saw he had relaxed, I told him to start pumping. "Go nice and slow. Enjoy it; let Martin enjoy it too," I said. "Did I tell you he had a nice and tight ass? I said it was warm and juicy, didn't I?" "Can I shoot in him?" he asked. "That is between you and Martin," I said. "Ask him." Martin smiled and Hank became ridged. He started to twitch. He pulled out when he finished shooting off and collapsed on the bed next to Martin. I slipped my cock into Martin's cum filled ass from the rear. Martin was still tight, but the sperm made his ass smooth as silk. "Was that okay for you?" Hank asked. "It sure was. You went way deep, deeper than Waldo did," he said. "What does it feel like?" "It's different from jerking off or sucking," Martin said. "I don't know how to describe it. It more intense that a blowjob. It feels a lot better than I thought it would. I thought that having a guy's cock in my ass would be strange. It feels so good I couldn't do anything but feel the pleasure. I thought I might feel girlish. When I felt you shooting on my ass I felt more macho. I didn't expect that." "Do you want to cum in me?" Hank asked. "Waldo let me shoot in him. It was good," Martin said. "How are you doing, Waldo?" "All is well with me," I said. "It was hard for me to relax when I was new to this. You men have done well. When you spend your entire life making sure no one sees your privates, it is hard to naked and erect with other men. I finally realized the other guys wanted the same thing I did. We all wanted to be hard and shooting." I was slowly thrusting in Martin's ass and I was getting close. Hank rearranged himself so he could suck Martin. I lost it and shot my load deep in Martin's ass. My ejaculation was inspirational and Martin popped. Hank took every drop of Martin's orgasm. I had never experienced a double orgasm before. I can recommend it. My cell phone beeped and a few minutes later I was off to the university library. Someone reported seeing a man with a gun. Hank and Martin went home. There was a man with a gun, but it was just a stunningly, dense redneck who forgot he had a gun in his pocket. He was looking for his girlfriend. I found and arrested him. In his defense, he was stupid and was genuinely embarrassed when he realized what he had done. Several television remote trucks surrounded the library and they were doing live reports about a possible sniper. Three days later, I ran into Martin. He told me that Hank wanted to get together again. They had exchanged phone numbers. "Hank like it a lot," Martin said. "He told me he wanted to do it again. Actually, he told me he wanted to do more. He wanted me to tell him what I felt like when you and I were . . . playing." I told him I was off Thursday night. He said he would contact Hank and see if he could come. Hank appeared at 7:30. I gave him a beer and we talked. "I assume you had a good time the last time you were here," I said. I was shocked at how much I liked it. I had no idea it would be that good," Hank said. "Martin was a nice kid. I talked with him after you left. I think he was less experienced than me." "He's a fast learner, as are you," I said. "You like fucking Martin?" He nodded. "I liked watch you fuck him too." Hank said. "It was hot. That surprised me." "You don't know what you like until you try it," I said. "I've been surprised a few times, pleasantly surprised." The doorbell rang. It was Martin. We talked a little longer. After a while, I got to the point, "I was hoping you men are here for sex, not just conversation." "I like the talk, but sex is way better," Hank said. We went to the bedroom. Hank and Martin were more relaxed than before and we got down to business quickly. Hank showed no signs of shyness. I fucked Martin and Hank slipped into my ass. We rotated and Hank fucked Martin from the rear. Martin loved that. When he did that, I noticed that Hank made no effort to protect or shield his ass. Even in the dim light of my bedroom is saw a little glint of lubricant in his puckered hole. Of course, I knew what he wanted but I was careful and took my time. I knew that thinking about being fucked and being fucked were not the same thing. Hank jumped a little when I nuzzled my cock head in his pucker, but he relaxed. Marin was moaning in pleasure, and Hank's sphincter opened briefly. That was all I needed. My cock slipped into his dark rectum. A minute later Hank moaned. My cock head had reached his prostate. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Oh god, yes!" he replied. "You can forget about being macho. You are going to be my fuck toy until every drop of sperm in you balls is deep in Martin's ass," I said. "Are you okay with that?" "Yes sir!" he replied. Hank liked it a bit rough and I pounded him until he began to shiver and twitch. I could feel his twitch with each ejaculation. We broke apart and rested. I was pleased when Martin came over to me and worked his cock into my ass. When he finished, Hank took his place. He had a short recharge time and he must had had a backup supply of sperm.