Date: Sun, 19 May 2013 03:38:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Sex Every 14

Best Sex Ever 14

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

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I graduated from college and was off to Graduate School in the fall.  I
usually had a summer job, but my mother's favorite Uncle, my Uncle Andy,
had hurt his shoulder and needed some help.  He didn't want strangers in
the house, but he would take a nephew.  Uncle Andy was a character, the
black sheep of the family. He was an artist, and that was a problem in my
family.  We tended toward being insurance agents.

I am Don Silver and had seen him regularly when I was a kid.  His
house-studio in Florida had seemed like a treasure chest to me. Everything
was odd and unusual. It was exciting to visit.  At college I discovered he
was a well-known and famous artist. He was a painter and sculptor.

Uncle Andy had fallen and hurt his left arm. He painted with his right arm,
which he thought was fine. Cooking was hard for him and he seemed to have a
balance problem. He had an older car and it was hard to drive with only one
arm.  I had to take him to the doctor when I got there.  Uncle Andy had a
problem with vertigo. The doctor said it would get better, but he needed to
be careful.  Being careful wasn't Andy's good suit.

I was tired from the end of the semester rush. I had papers and test.  I
had graduated magna cum laude, and did well in all my classes, but I was
prone to over achieve.  Life at my Uncle's house was relaxing. He had a
leisurely schedule and nothing was rushed. His paintings were good. They
were bold and colorful.  I thought they were cheerful, but they sold for
$10,000.00 to $20,000.00. That would have shocked my family.  Uncle Andy
was wealthy in addition to being famous.

He looked a bit like Santa, but while he was cheerful and fun, he also had
a ribald sense of humor.  That had got him into trouble with my family, but
I was refreshing for me.

He had many friends and they visited regularly.  I didn't think he was gay,
but most of his friends were gay. He didn't act the way I though a gay man
should, but after a week I knew he was gay. I wasn't too sure what I was.
I don't think being an obsessive chemistry major can be classified as a
sexual preference. Being straight, gay or a chemistry major isn't right.

I thought I was just unlucky at love.  In reality I think I was just trying
to avoid the issue. I avoided sex.  My folks were Baptist and that was fine
with them. I realized Uncle Andy didn't give a shit, so I relaxed.

One of Uncle Andy's best friends was an art dealer named Philippe LaRue. If
the phrase "flaming fagot" had not been created, you would have had to make
it for Philippe.  He was outrageously funny and good natured.  Andy told me
Philippe was honest and had a knack for getting top dollar for his
paintings.

Philippe asked me if I was gay. I said no. "I was hoping that you had taken
after Andy.  I don't know if horse cocks are genetic.  If it is you are a
lucky guy," he said.

"Uncle Andy's hung?"

"Well, let's just say the Trojan horse would be jealous," Philippe said.

Uncle Andy was a big man, but I hadn't thought of him as being big down
there.  My cock was big and I wondered it was due to Uncle Andy's genes.
Since there was no way I would ever see his cock, it was of little
interest.

A day later, the situation changed. Uncle Andy slipped taking a shower and
almost fell. He caught himself and sprained his right hand.  It wasn't a
bad sprain but it worried hm. He wouldn't be able to paint if he hurt his
hand. From then on I had to be in the shower with him.

The first time I helped him, I saw his cock.  It was everything Philippe
said it was.  Uncle Andy took one look at me and he smiled.

"Damn, you inherited daddy's cock!" Andy said. "I thought I was the last
one to get it!"

My Uncle was a bit unstable and I had to concentrate on keeping him from
falling.  I had no time to think about his cock. However, I found myself
thinking about his cock for much of the night. I had some odd dreams about
it.  While they were unsettling, they certainly weren't nightmares.

The next morning Uncle Andy was more stable.  He held on to some grab bars
and I did the washing. That worked well from a safety point of view.  I
also had a chance to feel his genitals. He wasn't shy. I planned to just
wash him, but soap, warm water had an effect on him and on me.

I was briefly uncomfortable, but Uncle Andy was unworried and it wasn't a
problem. He didn't mind at all. His relaxed attitude spread to me. When I
dried him off and helped him dress we talked.

"I got a little carried away," I said.

"We're all guys here, that sort of thing happens," Andy said. "To tell you
the truth, I've been with guys who were much more carried away and who had
less to show for it than you do. It's a bit odd to be with a guy who is as
well-equipped as you are."

"I'm embarrassed." I said.

"Hell, most men would love to have what you are packing!" Andy
said. "Someone said you can't be too thin or too rich.  You can add too
well-hung to that list."

The next day, he held on to the grab bars again and I did the washing. I
did his genitals. "Don't worry," Andy said. "We're all men here and we all
have the same equipment. Don't worry I get a little excited.  We all know
that happens sometimes."

"I don't want to embarrass you," I said.

"I think I may be too old to get embarrassed," Andy replied. "If I get
excited, just pretend you didn't notice." As before it turned out warm
water, soap and oversized genitals seemed to have encouraged excitement. I
guess you could say Andy's cock was really clean by the time he dried
off. His cock belonged in a medical museum.

I got hard too, but since Andy was so at ease with his own erection, I
didn't feel uneasy or embarrassed. I wasn't as big as Andy, but I was
closer than I suspected. I looked good. Andy didn't say anything, but he
noticed. You couldn't avoid noticing.

That morning we had a sitting for a portrait. Elizabeth Delaney was the
wife of a Senator. She was in her fifties and was attractive. She was a
cheerful, outgoing woman and pleasant to be with. Andy did a quick oil
sketch in two hours. I was there toting and fetching and making sure Andy
remembered to sit down once and a while.

The preliminary sketch was stunning. It didn't seem that sketchy to me. It
was beautiful, fresh, colorful and elegant. It also was Mrs. Delaney. You
could see her personality in the painted image. It was a psychological as
well as a physical portrait of her.

The Senator came to pick her up. He seems distracted, but extremely
solicitous of his wife. When his wife went to change clothes, she was
wearing an evening dress in the portrait, the senator looked at the sketch.
He cried. But got himself together again by the time she returned. Later
Andy told me Mrs. Delaney had terminal cancer. "Don't mention the incident
with the senator to anyone. That includes Philippe!" he told me. "They
deserve privacy." Andy didn't do that many portraits and this was a special
favor.  Philippe listed special favors at $150,000.00.  My folks would have
been deeply shocked.

That day Andy had a shower before bed.  I seemed to have become more
comfortable with the situation. I was okay being naked with him. Nudity
wasn't a problem for Andy.  He had been with nude models most of his
life. Nudity wasn't characteristic of Chemistry majors.

"Don, we need to have a little talk," Uncle Andy said as we dried
off. "This is fun, but it's frustrating. I think we need to piss or get off
the pot." I must have looked shocked.

He smiled. "I think that was a particularly bad analogy," he said. "Some
men like foreplay and the anticipation of sex.  That turns them on big
time. Well, I'm one of those guys that likes sex, not foreplay.  I'm not
after a meaningful inter personal relationships. I like sex. I'd like to
either do more with you or nothing. I hope I haven't offended you.  You
have been a great help to me."

"I understand," I said. "That makes perfect sense. I'm really
inexperienced. I've never done anything like this before."

"You're 23 aren't you?" he asked. "Are you straight?"

"I've never been with a women sexually," I said. "I really like feeling you
cock in the shower.  It was exciting."

"You may end up with a woman.  Life is never as simple as it seems. I had a
long affair with my model. That turned out to be love not sex.  You can
never be sure when Cupid's little dart will hit," he said. "If you want
experience, I have it. Philippe said I may have invented some new form of
sex."

"I'm not sure," I said. I reached over and fondled his genitals.  That was
not the right way to say I wasn't interested.

"For some people sex is part of a grand passion, a search for the one and
only true love. For me sex is just sex. It is lots of fun, lots of lust and
release, but it's just sex," he said. "My grand passions lie elsewhere." We
were in his bedroom surrounded my murals and paintings.  I understood.

At first Uncle Andy's thoughts about sex were the opposite of what I
thought. Of course my thoughts about sex were just that, thoughts.  I had
no sexual experience. Andy was experienced. I fell asleep thinking about
him.  The next day was Saturday and Uncle Andy took the day off.  There
were no sittings scheduled.

I help him with the shower as before. He was sitting on the edge of bed
after when he leaned forward and snagged my cock. I jumped a little and
then got closer to him so he could get more of it. I knew nothing about
sex, but I assumed having your cock sucked would be good.  It was. I hadn't
anticipated the effect his bushy beard and mustache would have. They
cushioned my balls.

I also hadn't anticipated his reaction. His cock had firmed up in the
shower, but now he was fully erect. It looked as if it belonged in a
museum.  The erect organ turned Andy from being a kindly and eccentric old
uncle into a sexual being. He became attractive. He wasn't attractive
physically, he was still a big, hairy old man; he was attractive in the
sense that I was drawn to him. I wasn't just drawn to him, I was drawn to
his cock. I wanted to get close to it, smell it, taste it and experience
it.

I pulled away from his mouth and got on my knees to inspect his organ. It
was a sex magnet to me. He had a big cock head, bisected by a wide slit. I
licked his balls and the shaft, but the head beckoned to me. It began to
drip. That was too much, I took the entire cock head into my mouth. The
second I tasted his cock and the sex juices I went crazy.

"You'll let me know when you are about to shoot?" I asked when I calmed
down enough to think.

"Of course I will," Andy replied. "You don't know it yet, but by the time
I'm ready to pop, you aren't going to care!"

I didn't believe that for one minute, but he was right.  I discover that
sucking an excited cock does nothing to reduce your own excitement. The
juices he oozed served as an aphrodisiac. When he told me he was going to
pop, I felt as if I deserved to take it.  I had worked hard to coax it from
his balls and I wanted it.

Uncle Andy was a big shooter and I had a mouthful.  I was sure if I would
like it. My mind was thinking it would be gross. Another part of my anatomy
was excited. I soon discovered that sexual excitement beats the brain every
time.  I wouldn't say I loved the taste, but I suspected I would grow to
like it more.  I really wanted to do it again. It was breakfast time so I
went to make it.

Andy had a normal day and the early morning orgasms didn't affect his
work. That afternoon an old friend, Carlo, came to visit us. Carlo was a
sculptor. It didn't take me much time to realize Andy and Carlo were
friends with benefits.We talked a while and then he went to the bathroom.

"Carlo thinks you're are nice.  He wanted to know if you were with the
program," Uncle Andy said.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I didn't know," he replied. "I didn't want to get you into
anything you weren't comfortable with."

"I appreciate that," I said. "What is he like?"

"He's a good man who likes younger men," Andy said. "He's not a sex maniac,
but he sure likes sex.  We've known each other for years." Reading between
the lines, I figured out my visit had cramped Uncle Andy's sexual style.
He had curtailed it in deference to me.  I asked if I could play it by ear.
He said that was fine.

"I wouldn't mind tasting your cream again, is Carlo into that?" I
asked. That surprised me. His semen seemed to get more attractive as I
thought about it.

Uncle Andy looked at me.  "You'd like a little family home brew?" he asked.
I nodded. He leaned close to me. "Carlo likes to take it in the ass.  He
not into swallowing." He leaned even closer to me. "You look a lot like my
Grand Daddy. You cock looks like his too. He used to bathe in a pond during
the summer. We were a hillbilly family mostly of boys. Your momma was the
only girl. Your Grand Daddy made sure she was raised right like a lady." He
paused. "Would you mind if I sampled your special sauce some time?"

"Your Uncle Dave said mine tasted like Grand Daddy's did. Dave died in Viet
Nam, but he got around some." Our conversation ended when Carlo
returned. Carlo was a rectangular man dressed in overalls and a plaid
shirt. He wasn't particularly tall, but he seemed massive. He liked granite
and he looked as if he could beat the hard stone into obedience. He went to
Andy's studio and they discussed the painting in the works.

I sat on the models chair as the talked.

"Has you nephew been immortalized in clay? Carlo asked.

"No, I think a snapshot is as close to immortality as he has come," Andy
said.

"Would you mind posing for me?" Carlo asked me.

"No problem," I said, "When?"

"How about here and now? Do you mind Andy?" Carlo asked.

"Not at all," Andy said.  "Do you want him nude?"

Carlo looked at Andy with pity in his eyes. I said nude wasn't a problem
for me.

I stripped and Carlo got some clay from Andy's storage containers. He also
has a small wire armature of a human figure.  Andy got out a canvas. He
started painting.  I knew Andy painted quickly.  His works were noted for
their spontaneity. Carlo worked quickly too. Fifteen minutes late there was
something that looked like a man in place of the metal form. It was late
afternoon and the room was warm.

I was getting stiff so they took a break. Uncle Andy had taken off his
shirt by then. His oil sketch was impressive. While Carlo's figurine was
only 12 inches high. It no longer looked like a hunk of clay, it looked
like me.

"It's hot in here. You don't mind an informal dress code?" Carlo asked.

"It's no problem for me, "I said.

They worked for another hour. Andy went off to get something cool to
drink. I went over to Carlo.  The sculpture was beautiful. I said so.

"You are a handsome man, very easy model," he replied.  He had a thick
uncut cut cock nestled in his thick bush. I looked at it and saw he was
half hard.  "I am an enthusiastic man," he said.  I reached out and stoked
his organ.

"There is nothing wrong with a little enthusiasm," I said.  Uncle Andy
returned.

"Well, I see you boys have exchanged the secret handshake!" he said.  We
drank the beers, and talked about the painting and sculpture. Carlo was an
affectionate man and not afraid to show his emotions.  Andy I are both
reserved even during sex. All ended up of a couch going at it hot and
heavy. Carlo brought out Andy's lusty side.

I was sucking Carlo's thick member as he sucked Andy. Eventually they
kissed and I could attend to both of their organs. I was trying to suck
both men with my tongue between their oozing slits. I may have imagined
this but Andy was oozing buckets. That excited me.

Carlo wasn't shy had he just told me what he wanted.  He wanted me in his
ass. I soon realized that Uncle Andy was no sexual shrinking violet. He was
helpful. My trip up Carlo's posterior was an unmitigated success. I got
carried away with it and fucked him like a mad man. Much to my
embarrassment I shot off quickly. Carlo took that as a tribute to his
attractiveness. When I pulled out, and Carlo turned over I saw thick, white
cream was still flowing from his cock. The fun had not all been mine. Carlo
had to go to an opening that night and he left shortly. Andy needed to
rest.  I needed a rest too.

That night after dinner Uncle Andy and I talked. "I feel embarrassed about
this afternoon. I lost control," I said. "I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Don, I think you have a misunderstanding about sex. It's not dignified and
refined," Andy said. "It's probably the most intense feeling we human
beings can experience.  I don't think that's by accident. I think it is
part of a grand scheme to make sure we didn't forget to reproduce."

"I don't think Carlo is going to have my baby!" I said.

Andy smiled. "I'm firmly of the belief that when our cave man ancestors
went out on hunting trips, a little fun under the furs at night with your
pals was a good thing," Uncle Andy said. "Jerking off is good, but it's
always better with a pal. You would have to a very dense cave man not to
know that."

"You may be right about that," I said.

"When you are fucking a pal, you should be thinking about your cock and
your pal's ass," Andy explained. "Have you ever fucked a woman who was
worried about her makeup?  You should be hot and sweaty and your cock
should be oozing sticky stuff. I know some guys don't ooze much, but it's
better for me when they do. You know they are having a good time! Enjoying
yourself and making sure you partner enjoys himself is the key. "

"I really like yours," I said. "I didn't expect that, but I do. You were
oozing buckets when Carlo was kissing you."

"You know my secret.  I talk big about letting it all hang out, but Carlo
really gets me going," he replied. "I hope it didn't bother you."

"Oh no, I liked it. It turned me on."

"Well, it turned me on when you were pounding away on Carlo's ass," he
said. "It's good to watch a guy going all out!" I felt better after the
conversation. I didn't know all the rules, and Andy reassured me.

The next morning I seemed to be more relaxed about being with Uncle
Andy. Somehow my ideas about what was and was not acceptable sexual
behavior changed. I helped Andy shower, and Andy sucked me as he fingered
my ass. I almost passed out it felt so good.

"Now you know what you were rubbing in Carlo's ass yesterday," Andy said as
he stoked my tender prostate.  "You rubbed Carlo's nut until he couldn't
stand it anymore and then you gave it a sperm bath.  It was good when you
released your load, wasn't it?" he didn't wait for an answer, he knew it
already.

I was a quiet hot day so we didn't do much. At the end of the afternoon I
found myself with his cock deep in my ass. He had already shot off once and
I was using my sphincter to coax it back to life. His cock was big and
thick and it hadn't been that easy, but once he was in it was a perfect
fit.

I hadn't expected the total sexual connection, the total involvement. His
cock had turned my world into a Technicolor, 3-D experience. What I had
thought of as sex, became simply a prelude, an overture to the penetration.

While he was in me, I existed only for sex and sexual pleasure.  Everything
else seemed minor and insignificant. I was frightened it was so good.  I
feared my career in was over and had been replaced by a new life as a sex
toy.

That didn't happen.  As soon as I pulled of his cock, but life reverted to
the way it had been before. Fortunately every time I took my place on his
cock, I returned to the sexual fantasy land that was Uncle Andy's cock.
That summer we shared everything two men can share