Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 12:59:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Waldo 8 Waldo 8 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! For a cop, I am a friendly guy. That is an asset as a university cop. Criminal activities at a University are comparatively minor. I have a bigger problem with what pal called world-class ass-holeism. Some people are proud of being jerks, and seem to think that makes them special. It is like entering a stupid contest and winning. Yes, you won something, but the only way to win that contest was not to enter. Our biggest problem fraternity was Delta Alpha Sigma. I think the Greek letters stood for Dumb As Shit. The members were kids who saw Animal House and thought it was a guide to living, not a movie aimed at juvenile jerks. Due to some failing in the city's zoning code, the Fraternity house was in a residential neighborhood. Due to the members' tendencies, enraged neighbors surrounded the house. They tended to call the police every weekend. God sometimes has a sense of humor, and the owner of the house next door, had given it to her church, St. George's Episcopal for use as a secondary rectory. The church was wealthy and had several assistant priests. The current resident was the Rev. Mr. Dunlop Pope, the minister of music. The fraternity house was only a few blocks from my apartment, and I was the go to man for dealing with problems. I was soon in regular communication with Billy Dodd, the vestryman assigned to deal with the problems. I asked him why they didn't just sell the house. "The house cannot be sold due to the conditions of the will," Billy explained. "The will could be broken, but that would require a lengthy and expensive court case. The donor had a particularly devious lawyer and he made it difficult. I'm new to this position. Why hasn't the University kicked the fraternity off the campus?" "A major donor is associated with them. His son was a member and died of cancer while at the school. The brothers were good to him," I explained. "Was that the last time they were good to anyone?" Billy asked. I smiled. "As far as we can tell it was," I said. "I assume Rev. Pope is unhappy?" "Oh yes, he is," Billy replied. "He's a bit on the prissy side and likes things orderly. We tend to give the house to the newest member of the clergy. The Senior Warden seems to think it strengthens them. He thinks it will prepare them for easier tasks, such as doing missionary work with cannibals and headhunters." Billy and I understood the situation. We went to meet with Rev. Pope, and discussed the situation. Pope was a mild mannered, rather mousy man. No one said it, but he was afraid of the out-of-control jerks who lived next door. I told him to call me and I would deal with them. "Jerk control is part of my job description," I said. He called me several times, but in each case, the situation was particularly bad. Pope was not a hysteric, but the fraternity could be outrageous. While my hands were tied with respect to the fraternity, individual members could be expelled. We did that from time to time and things would calm down for a few months. The next spring, things ramped up again. DAS seemed to have given up on any pretense of civilized behavior. Two members had near death experiences, one with a drug overdose and the other with alcohol poisoning. The bothers were not into learning by experience and the party continued. My beeper rang at 3:00 in the morning. There was a fire at DAS. I raced over and discovered the report was wrong. The brothers had piled trash and furniture on Rev. Pope's porch and set it on fire. The Fire Department was on the scene quickly and the fire had just broken through into the living room of the house, causing smoke damage. Dunlop was safe but he suffered from minor smoke inhalation. The fraternity brothers seemed to think it was a great joke, but the Fire Department had a different view. Wealthy donors may cow University Presidents, but they had no effect on the Fire Department at all. They do not think arson in an occupied building is a joke. The EMT's took care of Pope. He did not require hospitalization. I took him home with me, since I was close. The frat house was not on campus, this was a city police case. Dunlop was dazed and shaking. I am a big man, and while that can be intimidating, I can be comforting. Pope was five feet-five, and slim with delicate features. I told him to take a shower and get the soot off and I washed his clothes. As he showered, the University Police Chief called me and I gave him an update. He asked me to stay with Rev. Pope and help him in any way I could. I told him that was fine. Dunlop peaked out of the bath. "Do you have anything I could wear?" he asked. I gave him a heavy bathrobe. He came out. "I can still smell the smoke," I said. Dunlop laughed. "Have you looked in the mirror?" he asked. I hadn't and I was almost as sooty as he had been. I took a shower. He had my robe so I wrapped a towel around my waist. When I came out of the bath, Pope looked at me. He liked what he saw. "Do you think you can sleep?" I asked. "You can take the bedroom. I'll take the couch." "I'm tired," he said. There was a long pause. "I'm afraid of being alone." "It's a big bed," I said. "We can share." We went to the bedroom. Dunlop took off his robe and got into bed naked. I did the same. He fell asleep a minute later. While Dunlop liked what he saw, Dunlop impressed me. He was clean-shaven and balding, but every hair was in place. His skin was pale, but healthy looking. Under the clerical garb, he was hairy; his body hair was silky looking. He also sported oversized, low-hangers and a more than adequate cock. It was five inches, soft. I woke early the next morning and finished washing and drying his clothes and then made breakfast when Pope woke up. As happens in Virginia, spring had turned into summer overnight and my apartment was warm. I was just wearing my boxers. Pope said he was not hungry, but he was wrong about that. He dressed and we went to look over the damage. The house had been trashed. While the firemen were watching the embers of the front porch, some of the frat boys had entered from the rear and vandalized the interior. The Fire Chief arrived with the University President. They were enraged. Fifteen minutes later a city jail bus arrived and the police arrested every member of the fraternity. The brothers had spray painted their initials on the wall. That is what technically we call a clue. Billy Dodd arrived with an insurance man. Insurance covered the house itself, but not the contents. Pope had a collection of music manuscripts and rare books, as well as some paintings inherited from his family. The President, Elizabeth Gunther, was normally mellow and diplomatic. She called the head of the Art Conservation department and several local conservators and asked them to come over. They went into action right away. The longer the artwork was in the wet interior the more damage they would suffer. Dunlop was dazed and shocked, but President Gunther said they school would make good and damages suffered in the incident. Her lawyer was next to her and said it was not the University's responsibly, and Gunther told him not to be a fool. The Fire Chief was with her, and I could tell she rose a few levels in status when she said that. Since the University was only two blocks away, art students carried items to an empty studio where they could be examined and dried. They did a lot was in a short time and Dunlop looked relieved. A loud mouth father on one of the frat boys came by to find his son. His son was in the city jail and his Dad was unhappy. He went after one of the female art conservators. I made him understand the error of his ways. President Gunther went after him next and showed him his son's initials spray-painted on an old painting. She had the traditional teacher's way of making a bully feel three inches tall. He made the mistake of offering her money. She suggested he should try to be a father before he tried to be a philanthropist. Dunlop had nothing to wear. His bedroom was above the fire and everything needed professional cleaning. One of his choir members came with some clothes he thought would fit. By the end of the day, carpenters had boarded up and secured the house and everything of value was safe. Billy had gone to work at noon. He was the only leader of men in the church. The Rector was on vacation in Europe, and the assistants were not decisive. No one seemed to think about where Dunlop would stay. I took him home again. It was a hot day. We were both dirty from the soot and stench of the fire. Sweat and soot are a nasty combination. It required scrubbing to get it off and a friend to help to get to the hard to reach places. We showered together and cleaned the stuff off. Dunlop's cock responded, as one would expect. I noticed and neither commented or complained about his state. I was semi-hard and Dunlop seemed to like that. He looked away quickly when I saw him looking at it. "We're all boys here," I said. "There is no need to be shy. We have the same, basic equipment." "It's embarrassing," he murmured. "Most guys would be happy to have your equipment on display," I said. "You would be a hit in a shower!" He smiled a little. "You think so?" "I know so," I replied. "I'm a good judge of man meat." "I thought only gay guys look," he said. "As far as I can tell, everyone looks," I said. "Sometimes it's just checking out the competition or admiring a natural wonder. Other times it's looking for some potential fun. Whatever the reason, everyone looks." He laughed. "Which reason is yours?" "What do you think?" I asked. "I will tell you one thing. I'm not a competitive man." I paused. Dunlop was shy. I assumed he would not make the first move. "I give you another clue. I'm a playful man." He smiled. "I tend to be a serious and reserved man," he said. "The Rector says that all work and no play makes for a dull man. He may be right about that." Dunlop paused. "I've never been with anyone who wasn't a musician," he added, "that was in college years ago. I seem to have connected with mostly tenors. That was uncomfortable and scary. I went to the seminary to avoid sex." "I'm not sure that avoiding sex is a good long-term way to achieve happiness. It might possibly help to achieve salvation, but I wonder if becoming bitter and mean is a good way to please god?" I asked. I reached out and stroked his impressively long cock. "You are excited now. Can you relax a little and enjoy it?" "I might be able to, but I don't know if I would enjoy it." "Let me assure you, you will enjoy it!" I said. "I'm afraid I'm going to shoot off!" Dunlop whispered. "I know how a man's anatomy works," I said. "Let nature take its course and leave the rest to me." I dropped to my knees and took his bloated knob into my mouth. He shivered but did not shoot off immediately. "Oh that's good!" Dunlop cried. "Let's see if I can make it better," I said as I swallowed more of his cock. It did get better for him. He did ejaculate once, but he held back and calmed down. His cock drooped when fully erect and I was able to deep throat it. Since his tool was thin, I could breathe and take it all. I took it slow and massaged his organ gently rubbing my tongue on the underside of his cock. After about five minutes, he relaxed a little. "I'm still afraid I will shoot," he whispered. "Don't worry; a late afternoon snack might just hit the spot," I said. He relaxed a little more. When he shot off, I milked him once the first major ejaculation diminished and sucked up every drop. "I'm drained. I'll never need to shoot off again," he said. "You do know that never needing to shoot off again is twenty minutes for most men?" I said. Dunlop laughed. He reached out and stroked my cock. "You like doing this sort of stuff?" he asked. "I sure do. I hoped you could tell," I said. "You seemed to relax some?" He nodded. "I've tried a few things when I was younger, but I wasn't that good. I almost got caught once and that scared me," he said. "Almost everything had been good for me," I said. "It was better once I relaxed and admitted I liked it. That was after I realized I wasn't the only one who liked sex with men. I realized that you cannot be semi-virgin. I knew a guy who thought that as long as he was being sucked it was not really gay sex. Once your cock is down a man's throat, it's hard to play the bushing virgin!" "I tend to hold back," Dunlop said as he continued to fondle my meat. "Do I need to do you?" "It is not one of my requirements," I said. "It may be one of your requirements. Some men are curious and what to see what it's like. Others think it's just fair. Have you ever agreed to suck a guy if he would suck you? Would you be surprised if I told you almost everyone ends up liking it? I guess if you want to be sucked, there is a good chance you will like it." Dunlop slowly shifted so my cock was in licking range. I was half-hard. "Nothing is required, nothing is rushed," I said. "Try to stop thinking and let your body take control." I closed my eyes and relaxed. A little later, his tongue touched my cock head. He was a lover, not a sucker. He kissed and caressed my organ. I have a big cock head and a wide slit. The tip of his tongue returned to the slit many times. I was oozing precum and he liked that. It was as if he was trying to get his tongue into the cum chute. "I wouldn't have guessed that you are gay," Dunlop said, "Your cock is too big to suck." "I don't know what a gay guy looks like," I said. "You are doing a good job." "Is it good enough?" he asked. "It's hard for me to get used to having a cock in my mouth. I like the stuff you are oozing. It's sweet." "You ooze too. You have good flow. I thought you were going to pop a long time before the orgasm," I said. "I'm sorry about that, he said. "Don't apologize, I like it," I replied. "At one time I thought I could hide my actual feelings, but that's not possible for man with sex. A cock cannot play it cool. It's gung ho all the time. My cock begins to ooze as soon as there is a potential from some fun." "Is the ooze typical?" he asked "It varies. You are a big oozer; some men aren't," I said. "I'm sorry," Dunlop said again. "You need to stop apologizing. I think of it as an asset. I can tell you that there is no chance of you hiding your feelings from anyone sucking you. You are an open book." Dunlop looked uneasy. "There is nothing you can do about it. You might as well go with it." By now, Dunlop was hard again. I coated his cock with lubricant. He looked puzzled until I straddled him and skewered myself on his ridged pole. I rotated my ass as I impaled myself. I think Dunlop found god when he was six inched in my ass. His eyes glazed and he was in a trance once it was all in me. I was feeling no pain either. He was easy to take. His knob was nice and plump and it felt good as I worked it. When Dunlop rejoined the living, we tried out a few more positions. He tried doggy style and then I got on my back. It was good for me, but even better for him. He was almost in an ecstatic trance. I enjoyed watching him. He had a stunningly forceful orgasm. I could feel each ejaculation tickle my ass. He finally pulled out and fell asleep. When he woke up, we showered and went out for dinner. We went to a local restaurant and several people came over to Dunlop to commiserate. One was a church member who was shocked that no one had found a place for him to live. The member was older and distinguish looking. I suspected heads would roll. We went back to my apartment. We played some more and went to bed. The next morning, Dunlop went to church. When he returned that afternoon, he had a place to live. A church member had a guesthouse, so Dunlop was off. I did not see him for more than a week. Billy was busy with the house. He told me that the church was trying to make amends for ignoring Dunlop immediately after the fire. Dunlop was swamped with invitations to dinner. "It's funny Dunlop seems much more relaxed since the fire. He's a good music director, but he's always so uptight, it's uncomfortable to talk with him," Billy said. "Did you do something to calm him down?" "Maybe it was the shock of the fire," I said. Billy looked at me and winked. "That may be it," Billy said. "Whatever it is, I hope it continues." Dunlop came over that night. "Can we talk," he asked. I said sure, but I suspected he was not that interested in talk. He wanted to thank me for helping him. That thanks included both helping him with the fire and guiding him into the world of sex. "Helping you with the fire is just part of my job," I said. "The sex was just plain old fun for me. I hope it was fun for you?" "It was more than fun for me. I feel like another man," Dunlop said. "I had talked myself into thinking sex was a minor sideshow of life. It is a main attraction. I had no idea." Let me tell you more good news. It gets better the more you do it," I said. "You become more comfortable and at ease, less nervous and more skilled." "You like it when I fucked you?" he asked. "I did. It seems improbable that having a guy shove his cock up your ass and pounding you until he shoots off would give you pleasure, but that's the way it works. Using my private parts to work your private parts was a turn on." "You didn't mind me being in you?" "As you recall, I volunteered for the job. I would not want some men up my ass. I wouldn't want their ball juice spurting in my rectum. Yours was exciting." "You could tell I was shooting in you?" he asked. "I could tell. Did you notice I was milking you, squeezing my sphincter to get the last drops out of you cum tunnel? Don't worry I won't get pregnant. It was good." "I've been thinking about your cock, wondering what it would feel like in me," Dunlop said. "It's real thick." "There have been a few times when it didn't fit," I said. "Anyone who wanted it bad has been able to take it." We were naked in the bedroom a minute later. Dunlop was nervous and excited. I fingered him for a long while. His prostate was in the right place and in working order. I fucked him from the rear, nice and slow. There were some rough spots, but he never lost his erection. Once I was in deep, I stayed still to let him get used to the invader in his ass. After a few minutes, I felt him relax. I began to make small, thrusting motions. He moaned. My cock is thick, especially near the base, so I was giving his prostate a work out. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Does it feel the way you thought it would? Your cock felt really good in my ass. Am I going too fast or too slow?" "A little faster might be nice," Dunlop replied. That was a real good sign. I pulled most of the way out and then made a hard thrust. He moaned again. "Sometime it feels so good it almost hurts," I said. "Spread your legs a little wider. That leave you defenseless. He did as I asked. I spent the next four hours in his ass. He was the happiest man in the world.