Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 19:17:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Winthrop <winarch47@yahoo.com>
Subject: After College

After College
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
winarch47@yahoo.com

I am Wally, and I lived in a good neighborhood of Preston, New
York. Preston was an upscale neighborhood of the city inhabited by
upper-level corporate executives. My parents' social life revolved around
the county club and golf club. Dad owned a real estate company. He golfed
and mom played bridge. They divorced my freshman year of college. It was an
amical divorce. Mom wanted more than bridge.

At home I was part of what was known as the Caddy Brigade. A guy named
Ronny and I were the most reliable of the caddies in the golf club. We were
close friends. No one mentioned gay sex at that time, but Ronny discovered
cock sucking on his own and soon introduced other members of the Brigade to
man sex. Ronny and I came to like man sex a lot.

After graduation, I went home. Dad gave me a house, and I got a job with
one of the men I caddied for, Whitey Mellon. He was a building contractor,
and I was his business manager. I wrote proposals for new work. Whitey was
a good contractor, but I reworked his proposals in English to they could
impress businessman and government officials. I had seen him in the showers
of the club. At the office I saw him at the urinals. He was interested in
my cock, and certainly I was interested in his.

I had been there a few months when I stayed late finishing a report for
Whitey. I went to take a piss and a minute later he joined me, He
rearranged his balls, and I did the same. "Is there any chance that we
share the same interests?" he asked.

"I kind of think that there is a good chance we do." I said.

"I have some pals who share the same interest." he said.

I nodded. "I've never done it with an older guy before," I added, "I would
be interested."

"Would it bother if some of your dad's pals had some fun with you?" he
asked.

"They are interested?" I asked.

"They sure are. Your dad is interested too. Not in you, but some of your
pals. Does that surprise you?" He asked.

"It kind of relieves me. I was afraid he would find out about my sex life."
I said.

"We get together at my house on Sunday at noon," he said. "We call it a
pressure reducing session. All sex and no complications are the rule. It
was all voluntary, oral, and anal. Most of the time guys let you know if
they are going to cum. You should do the same, but we all know cocks do
what they want. Accidents and opportunities happen."

At noon I and my pals Bob, Hal, Joe, and Tim knocked on the door of
Whitey's house. It was a big farmhouse outside of town. Mr. Preston, Jerry
Dunavant and Tom Delaney were there. Dad and his pal Rufus came in a little
later.

Dad came over to me. "I was as afraid that you would find out I was gay as
you were about your sexual interests? Are you okay with this?" Dad asked.

I nodded. "If this turns out poorly, can we just pretend it didn't happen?"
I said.

"That is fine with me," he said. "I am experienced. Is that a problem?" I
said no.

"Rufus wanted to know if anal was a problem?" Dad asked. "He had a warm
spot for that."

"It hasn't been a problem before," I said.

"He shoots a big load," Dad said.

"I like that, it isn't a problem," I remarked. Dad went off talk to other
men. A minute or two later Rufus came over to me. Rufus owned a large dairy
farm. He was a big, muscular man. He had three daughters, one of whom liked
the dairy. His only son, Rufus Jr. was small and agile. He was teaching
mathematics at the school.

"Your Dad said you were interested," he said in a whisper.

I said yes. I wouldn't mind getting naked and seeing how it goes," I
said. "I am excited and want to get going."

"I am ready," Rufus said, and asked, "You will tell me if anything hurts
won't you? This isn't a test." I began to unbutton my shirt in answer. He
smiled and did the same. A minute later we were nude, and his impressive
cock was in my mouth. Maybe a minute later I tasted his precum. It was
thick and sweet. Rufus was well equipped and his precum was flowing. He was
uncut, and I had never sucked an uncut cock before.

"It's big," I said.

"Is it too big?" Rufus asked.

"It's exciting," I said. A little later we were on the floor linked cock to
mouth. A few minutes later we rearranged ourselves and he fingered my
ass. A little later his tongue was in my ass. A few minutes after his cock
was probing my ass. A little later it was in me. It was a perfect fit.

"I don't know if I can keep from breeding you," he said. "Does the feeling
of a guy's little polliwogs frolicking in your ass, bother you?"

"I don't know, but I would like to find out," I replied. His cock didn't
exactly fit, but it was way better than what I thought it would be. I
couldn't believe how much I love his sperm tickling my ass, or how many
times he ejaculated.

A little later Dad asked if I was okay. I said it was wonderful.

He smiled. "I have some lotion if your ass hurts." He asked, I said there
were no problems. Dad and I never did anything sexual. He remained a father
and a source of good advice and common sense.

When I caught my breath, I connected with Tom Howard. He told me that since
was the sheriff, he told me he needed an alternative to guys in the jail to
play with. Tom was older, a bit overweight and hairy like a gorilla. He
fucked me but Tom loved being fucked. My cock was a near perfect fit.

The afternoon was surreal, but I was fine with that. I felt as if I had
graduated from the kiddy pool to the big pool. Tom told me he felt young
again, taking my cock up his ass. It was a good afternoon. We all had a
good time.  I had a feeling that I had a better time than my old pals. They
liked gay sex, but they preferred younger men.

In some ways there was more sex, but less drama and angst than I
expected. This was pure sex, no drama and lots of cock. I was happy. The
older guys felt the same way. They wanted no strings sex combined with as
many orgasms as possible.

Three days later, Tom, the sheriff, called and asked if we could get
together. He said he had a friend who would like to meet me.  Tom came with
Monty, one of the newer members of the Sherriff office. Monty had recently
recovered a child kidnapping victim and had been injured. It was all over
the paper and the TV.

"I am sorry to bother you, but I discovered that Monty shared a common
interest with you and me. He hasn't done much, but I think some of the
things we did the other day would interest him," Tom said. "I was hoping
you would be open minded."

I smiled and said, "Are you sure that it is my mind that is what you want
open?" Both men smiled.

"Monty is new to the scene, but he is a fast learner," the sheriff said. I
said that was fine, but I had been working all day and needed to
shower. Thay joined me and nature took its course.

Monty had never fucked a man before, but some how his cock knew what to
do. He had no idea that a tight ass and his cock would get along well. My
ass muscles knew how to make a visiting cock feel welcome. A new world of
sexual pleasure opened for him. He was shocked when he shot off. He tried
to pull out, but the sheriff held him in my ass, so he made a full deposit.

More surprising, Tom shoved his cock into the just vacated ass and used
Monty's sperm as lubricant. Tom was not as virginal as I thought. Monty got
hard again. Tom put my legs on his shoulders as he fucked me. his exposed
his asshole. Monty then fucked Tom as Tom fucked me.

Monty could feel Tom shooting off in my ass, so he shot off in Tom's
hole. It was a total success. It was beautiful for all of us. We were still
in the shower so it was easy to wash off the semen drooling from our
asses. Monty liked that a lot.

I had thought sex was an extra added attraction to my life. I now realized
it was more than that. I knew that sucking and being sucked was
good. Sucking was good, but taking a man's load made it far better. I loved
it when a man surrendered and fed me his orgasms. We shared the experience.

Similarly, my ass became the play court for the sport that all men
love. Every move a guy made in the progress to his own orgasm effected my
need to drain my balls. Sometimes his climax would induce my own and we
would alternate ejaculations. That was rare, cocks do not take orders.

There was an oddity about my relationship with my school pals. My
connections to my friends remained the same while the new relationships to
Whitey's friends intensified.

The older men had a get together every two to four weeks. I was surprised
when Ronny came to one. I had no idea what he was into group play. I was
surprised to see him with my dad's cock embedded into his ass. I turned
away and connected with Tom, the sheriff. Soon his cock was embedded in my
ass. My erection made it clear I was enjoying it.

"I didn't know you were into older guys?" Ronny asked of me.

"I sure am," I replied. "You have the same tastes?"

"You saw us?" he asked. "We connected in the locker room at the club. He
taught me a lot. Is that a problem?"

"It is a surprise, but I think it's okay. I knew we shared the same
interests, but I didn't know how much we shared," I said.

"It was accidental," Ronny said. "If I said that it was too good to stop,
would you understand?" he asked. "It feels so good when he shoots in me."

"I guess we like the same things," I said. Things are okay." It was odd to
think that Dad's cum was in Ronny's ass. It was odder to think Dad's cum
was exciting.

"Your dad taught me a lot of stuff after my 18th birthday. I was hot to
trot from the time I was fifteen or so. I had wanted to play with him since
I was fifteen. He told me to wait until I was legal," Ronny said. "We
connected at the Christmas break. It was good. I liked his cock in my
ass. I loved his seed in me." He paused and added, "Knowing it was his cum
turned me on big time."

A few days later Ronny called me and said he had a guy who would like to
meet me. "He's an older guy but I think he would like you and you would
like him. I said that would be fine, I was in the mood for some fun. I
didn't say that I was ready for fun most of the time.

The friend was Mr. Denis Roberts, the former biology teacher. He always
gave the impression that students were beneath him. He was one of the older
teachers, and he was no longer interested in teaching. I later found out
that one of his favorite professors in college committed suicide because he
was accused of making a pass at a student. It was a false
accusation. Mr. Roberts decided to avoid any suggestion of being close to a
student. He was retired and pushing seventy now.

Roberts was not handsome, but he exercised and was in good shape. I soon
found out that he was also well hung. I got the ball rolling by dropping to
my knees and sucking his cock. Some men's genitals are what a friend called
a still life, the same size soft as they were erect. Robert's cock was both
a grower and a shower. It was also responsive. It oozed, twitched, and
shivered in response to my mouth. He got more excited when my tongue
caressed his knob. He had a wide piss slit I has the impression I could get
deep into it, when I flicked it, my tongue could taste his precum. Robert
was not responsive but his cock was responding.

I was more experienced than he, so I relocated and sat on his cock. My
saliva provided lubricant, and it was a good fit. Roberts was not skilled
as a top, but I made up whatever skills he lacked.  He loved that. I
changed positions with my legs on his shoulders and his cock in my ass. He
became more comfortable. I gripped his ridged member, and he began to
relax.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Is it too much?"

"It is too much, but don't stop," he said.

"You know I want you to shoot in me?" I said. "Have you ever traded cum
with a guy?"

"Once, but I was so afraid I didn't have time to pull away." Roberts said.

"Are you afraid to have a guy's sperm filling your ass?" I asked. "By the
way, you are relaxing. Eventually you will accept a guy's cock up your
ass."

"Will it be messy?" he asked.

"Sometimes another guy's sperm is a mess. Sometimes it is a reward." I
said. "Some men think that used sperm is a reward. They think they can
taste the sexual excitement in the sperm drool." Just then he began to
squirt into my ass. Roberts shivered with each ejaculation. He pulled out
of my ass. I straddled his cock, and sat on it. His cock slid though my
sperm lubricated his ass. I wasn't sure he knew what happened, but he
obviously enjoyed it. All was well. He knew his cock was welcome in my ass.

"Does it hurt?"  he asked.

"Your cock is getting harder," I said. "I want your load."

"I don't know if I can do that," he said. As he said that he shot the rest
of his load into me. Roberts moaned and then pulled out of my ass. He said
thank you, then dressed and left. At first, I thought it was too much for
him. I thought back to the first orgasm I had in a man's tight and warm
ass. I understood.

He called me the next day. "I thought that was too much for me. I can't
stop thinking about it," he said, "Do you understand?"

I said yes. "Sometime the first fuck is a onetime only event," I
said. "Other times is an introduction to a new life of sexual pleasure."

"I have never done anything like that before," he said. "I didn't expect
it."

"Your mind was not in control," I explained. "Your body's instincts were in
control. Your body wanted a nice warm place to dump semen. My ass met all
it's requirements. Your cock and my ass agreed about that."

"Were you offended?" He asked.

"I loved it. I loved feeling you seed me," I said. "Some people think an
ejaculation is accidental. I don't think that. Sex is the basis of all
animal life on earth. That is not an accident."

"I am still confused." he said.

"One of my high school pals fucked me and I loved knowing his sperm was in
my ass and no one knew," I said. "I felt the same way about your load."  He
smiled and all was well.

A few days later Roberts called and said he would like to get together
again.  He said he had some pals who would like to meet me. They were older
men. We talked for a while, and I said I would be home the next evening if
that was okay with them. Roberts said he was sure it would be okay for
them.

Robert was at the door at eight, his friends were Jerry Dunavant and Tom
Dulaney. They were friends of my father's and members of the play
group. They were football players, and I didn't know them well. They went
to a school with a good football program after graduation. They were
successful businessmen, but never made it to a professional level in
sports.

I knew from Rufus that they liked to top and fuck, but they wouldn't suck
to completion, and not take a cock in the ass. As football players they
once had the pick of desirable men. Now they were older and less
desirable. They were not a hot property anymore.

We went to my bedroom and stripped. They were nervous. They were well hung,
but I was bigger.

"Roberts wanted to kick it up a notch. We are here for moral support, Jerry
said.

"It's more like immoral support," Tom said.

"So far it has always fit," I said. "So far there has always been room for
a load of sperm. I usually shoot a big load. Men say it feels good. Guys
say it is good lube for the next cock. Some men shoot hands free when I cum
on them.

"That sounds messy," Jerry said. "I have seen guys lick a used hole. They
seemed to like it.

We dried off and went to the bedroom. I thought this get together was going
to fizzle out.

It turned out that middle aged men who could either decide to have sex with
a well-hung young man, or have no sex at all discovered it was a easy
choice. They soon discovered my cock was easy to accommodate in their ass
and that a cock massaging their ass was exciting.  They had been playing
with the same men for years. Sex was okay, but not exciting anymore.

They were briefly a little standoffish at first. Roberts had played with me
before and he was ready. I wondered if he had tried a dildo. Roberts was
receptive and immediately realize that my cock was vastly superior to a
piece of rubberized plastic. Of course I oozed my own lubricant. He loved
that.

Jerry asked if he could fuck Roberts. They had been old pals and he wanted
to breed him. I pulled out and Jerry slid into the well-prepared hole.

Tom was more than ready. I took my time. It turned out Tom had a crush on
my father in high school. They never connected, but my cock was like
dad's. I had a feeling Tom's ass had unmet needs,

I pushed my knob into his ass. I tested his sphincter and suddenly pushed
past his sphincter to his prostate. He moaned.

A little later he relaxed and opened. He made no effort to slow my cock. It
was beautiful. We were fuckers, not lovers, but Jerry and Tom were
unprepared for the emotional impact