Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:04:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Best sex Ever 16 Best Sex Ever 16 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 making a donation to Nifty. My name is Del-Mar Shiftler. Why my folks gave me a name that sounds like a second rate beach on the Jersey shore, I do not know. My mom was what was known as a girl who knew how to have a good time. Dad was a vending machine repairman. I didn't look like him at all, but he was a nice guy and responsible. He loved me and took care of me. Mom's strong suit wasn't cooking, or house cleaning. She was pretty when she was younger but later on being willing was her main attraction. For most men in our trailer park, willing was more important than pretty. I wasn't a boy's boy as a kid. That might had caused problems in high school, but I had a skill in haircuts and hair do's. If I saw a picture of a star with a new haircut I could reproduce it. You would think that would be good for the girls only, but you would be wrong. A lot of cool guys want a cool haircut. We lived in a small town and the local barber liked crew cuts, either short or real short. I was the go-to guy if you wanted to be stylish. I got a job at a local Salon, Betty Bright's. Betty saw the wave of the future in unisex salons, and I was her first barber. I get along with every one and that was helpful. I had a few odd specialties. I took care of Mrs. Oliver's son who had Downs Syndrome. At the time we called him a Mongoloid. Terry was a sweet kid, and when I finished his hair cut, he didn't look like a retard. In a small town at that time being a retard and looking like a retard were two different things. Being dumb as shit was fine as long as you didn't look that way. When Mrs. Oliver saw Terry after my haircut she cried. You could barely notice his problem. I also told her they had some real nice things at the College Shop that would look good on Terry. He got a job as a stocker at the By-rite and had a life. I did the same thing for Muriel Smith. She was a nice lady, but he face wasn't right. It wasn't exactly deformed, but it wasn't right. I balanced things out. She was never pretty, but she looked good. My other specialty was preparing men for their day in court. I could take a degenerate piece of trash and make him look like an All-American boy. In some cases it was just putting lipstick on a pig, but in others it was good. Life can be better if when you look in the mirror every morning you don't see a piece of trash looking back at you. Some of these guys had an early start on being an asshole. When they saw that they could look respectable and even handsome, it gave them cause for reevaluating their lives. Everyone knew I wasn't ever going to find the right girl. I lived at home until I was 40. That really cuts into your social life. Mom didn't age well. She was a bit sickly when I got out of high school and things got worse. She had MS and there isn't much you could do about that. It took Dad and me to take care of her. When she died Dad decided to move in with his brother in Chicago. He gave me the house. I was forty by then and well beyond my good days as a gay guy. I was too old. Some people get lonely when their parents die or leave. Living with Mom was never very good. She definitely did not believe in suffering in silence and she became increasingly demanding. That's why Dad left. He said he couldn't associate my home town with anything but my Mom's complaining, I understood. A quiet empty house seemed like heaven to me. I also wanted to get a life, and most of all a sex life. I knew my sell by date had passed, but I wanted to work out something. My house was a bungalow on a back street, at the point where the town turns into woods and fields. When Mom died and Dad left I began to have callers. I knew I wasn't the only gay guy in town, but I thought I was pretty close to being the only gay guy. That turned out to be not true. There is a big difference in being a gay man and being a gay man with a place to play. It's even better when the place to play is on a back street and on a big wooded lot with a place to park in the rear out of sight. The first man to visit was Bruno, a member of the rescue squad. Bruno was a mountain of a man who worked as a welder. He was the one to cut you out of a crashed car. Bruno worked all day and took the night shift at the rescue squad. He all but lived at the squad house. He had been to our house several times as Mom went downhill. I cut his hair and got his to look good at his brother's wedding. That was considered to be a great triumph, since Bruno seemed to regard combing his hair as an onerous task. I bumped into him while cutting his hair once and he didn't mind. A month after Dad left, he came by. He said he was just passing by and thought he would say hello. No one just passed by my house; you had to go out of your way. I asked him in for a beer or cup of coffee. He came in and I bumped him again. He didn't seem to mind. We made some small talk and then he got down to business. "I was thinking you might be lonely. I sort of live with my folks too," he said. "I don't really like it, but they need me. I the only one still at home. It hard to do what you want when you live at home." "What sort of thing would you like to be doing?" I asked. "Well, that's part of my problem. I was thinking there are a lot of things out there to do, but I really don't know what they are," Bruno said. "I'd like to try some. I was hoping you might like to try some things too." He paused. "I'm not much interested in girls. I was thinking you aren't much interested either." "Are you thinking about stuff we could do naked?" I asked. He looked shocked and then nodded his head. "That sounds exciting," he said. "I've never done anything naked before. Shit, my Mom's not sure taking a shower naked is decent." I smiled. "I'm not too experienced at that sort of stuff, but it might be fun to try some things," I said. "When I play with myself it gets messy. Does that bother you?" "I don't think so" Bruno said. "I've never seen a guy's privates in action. I'd like to do that." "I've done that," I said. "It's really exciting." I paused. "I've tasted his cream." "Was it good?" "It tasted okay, but it was really exciting. I licked it from his cock." "Would you do that to me?" Bruno asked. "I might," I replied. "The guy got up and left afterwards. I'd do it if you would take mine." "I've thought about that sort of stuff," he said. "It really turns me on. I've never done anything like that and I'm not sure when push comes to shove, I could do it, but I can promise I would try." We went to my bedroom. We stripped. Bruno was beefy, hairy, bearded and had the beginning of a gut. None of these things were on my list of a dream lover. My dream lover was a fantasy constructed from the male models I saw in fashion magazines, mixed in with some young things I saw in the movies. Bruno also possessed a semi-erect fire hose that was already seven inches and still seemed to be growing. It seemed to cancel out all of his short comings. I wasn't experienced except in fantasies, and this big hairy hunk of naked man attracted me. I had only been with a naked man a few times, Sam. He was a salesman who came by the shop. He was in his sixties. Bruno was also shy and uneasy. That excited me. He thought I was a sophisticated man of the world. I went to him and fluffed up the hair on his chest. "You are a teddy bear," I said. My hand followed the treasure trail to his bush and then I touched his cock. He shivered. He was uncut, but his cock head was fully exposed. I touched the bead of precum on his slit and gently rubbed it over the entire head. He moaned. "That feels so good!" he cried. I thought I might draw things out a little, but my knees gave way and a second or two later his knob was in my mouth. He moaned again and his entire body shuddered. I was afraid he was going to shoot off then and there. He was able to control it. He must have showered just before he came over. I could taste a little of a high end body wash on his cock. That was just before I tasted his man juices. He seemed to be really close to an orgasm but he held off. After about ten minutes he shifted his position and he took a tentative lick of my cock. I'm cut and about seven inches. He then took my cock head and next tried to deep throat me. I shifted so we could 69. That worked for both of us. Bruno wasn't my type and I wasn't his, but as we got into it, that didn't seem to make much difference. I realized a genuine hard cock was much more exciting that an abstract fantasy. Somehow I had a feeling Bruno felt the same. Real physical contact was better than any "perfect" man. Since he wasn't the man of my dreams I went into the relationship with no expectations. It was all much better than I expected, until he shot off. He didn't warn me, he just began squirting into my mouth. I was so pissed, I forgot my own cock. It began to feel tingly and then everything was confused. He was still squirting and I was doing the same. I couldn't tell exactly who was doing what. Afterwards, he got dressed and went home. Whatever had happened there was no gooey mess on the sheets. Everything I shot was now working its way through his digestive system. I was still pissed when I took a nap. At work we were coming up to prom week, so it was a madhouse. While I always complain about it, prom week is a big financial event, since everyone goes whole hog. If the girls like their prom hair we will get the wedding work later on. We also get a surprising number of moms too. When they see what we can do to their daughters. They get inspired. This year we had a little extra excitement. One of the girls went to a new salon, and the hairdresser didn't know how to do a perm. It had been done on Friday night before the prom, and the full extent of the disaster wasn't clear until the next morning. Every chair at our shop was filled, but when I saw the poor girl, I had to do what I could. It was a lot of work, but I turned the Bride of Frankenstein into a pretty young girl with a pixie cut. She had long, straight and mousy hair and the new cut looked wonderful. She and her mother and her friends were shocked and pleased. Her father came by later and gave a $100.00 tip. It was that good. The last girl left at 6:00 Saturday night and I had a burger at McDonalds and went home to crash. For some reason Bruno came to my mind. I had forgotten to be mad at him and I thought I would like to rekindle my annoyance. As I thought about the pints of cum he spurted into my mouth, I became erect. This wasn't a casual, I've got to piss erection, this was a pure sexual erections. I was annoyed at him; my cock wasn't. I went to bed early. I dreamed I was on a desert island with Bruno and his cum was the only food. His pre cum was sweeter, but I was thinking that his sperm was less fattening. There was no way to save it on the island so I had to coax if from his balls daily. At first, I thought this was a chore, but I grew to like it. One thing annoyed me. I sucked him a lot, but I never could tell when he was going to climax. There was one other problem. I couldn't produce sperm for him with any regularity. I was afraid that he, my only food source, would starve. For some reason he got mad at me and he fucked me. Only then did I shoot off and give him something to eat. After my first ejaculation, he would pull out of my ass and gobble up my man seed. All was well and I woke the next morning rested and happy. I went to the Food Lion to get some groceries and ran into Bruno. We chatted a little and I suggested he might drop in again. "You'd like that?" he asked. Much to my surprise, I said, "Yes, I'd like that very much." "I can't do it today, but maybe later?" he said. I said that was no problem. I finished shopping. When I went back to my car, Bruno was waiting. "Del-Mar," he said. "I was on my way to see a pal. He's an internet buddy I talk with. I told him what we did and he wanted to try it out. I told him you asked if I would like to get together again. He asked me if you were into threesomes." I thought absolutely not! "That might be fun," is what I actually said. "What is he like?" "He's a younger guy, but nice," Bruno said. "His name is Martin Dean and he's real interested." "Bring him by," I said. "We can see what develops." I drove home. About ten minutes later Bruno was at the door with his pal. Martin Dean turned out to be Chuck Dingle. He had graduated from high school a year or two earlier and now was working at the Wal-Mart. He had been the tuba player in the school band. Chuck was a little shorter than Bruno and just as beefy. "We had been thinking about going out to the woods to play. I know a real secluded place," Chuck said. "Del-Mar, it's real nice of you to ask us over." "Well, why don't we go to the bedroom and get naked," I said. I figured the direct approach might scare them off. That was not the effect my comment had. "I thought you'd never ask," Chuck said. We all laughed. Chuck was less my type than Bruno. His beef was not muscle and he still had his baby fat. He stripped quickly with his back to me. When he turned to face me I saw a baseball bat hanging from his pubes. He had a long, uncut cock that tapered as it reached his bush. If he could get it hard it would be up there with Dillinger's Dick. "Have you ever played with a man before?" I asked Chuck. "I've been to the rest stop on the Interstate," he said. "It's a little scary, but I've met a few guys. They were okay." I reached out and fondled his cock. I peeled back his foreskin; it was slippery and filled with precum. "Do you have a short fuse?" I asked. "It's really short, Del-Mar, but he can shoot off three of four times," Bruno said. "He stays hard the whole time." By now Chuck was well beyond half hard and that did nothing to discourage me. I hate to think that a cock can change the way I think about a man, but that certainly seemed to be the case. As his cock grew, he became more attractive. "I shot off five times with a trucker," Chuck said. "Did he suck it out of you each time?" I asked. "He took my load three times," Chuck said. "He fucked it out of me twice." I dropped to the floor and took care of the baseball bat. Chuck bent over to suck Bruno's beauty. Chuck's only real experience was with truckers at the rest stop, but he had worked in a video store. He had seen a lot of porn. Bruno was shy and a reserved. Chuck was hot-to trot. That might have been a problem if he hadn't been so eager to please. He was soon sucking us and he could get both of our cock heads in his mouth. He would lick up the drooling precum and then he would deep throat me. He could take most of Bruno's meat. When Bruno was sitting on the bed and Chuck was on his hands and knees sucking him, I discovered Chuck had lubricated his ass. I know there is only one reason to lubricate your ass. I fingered his hole. Bruno was watching and looked excited. I nudged my cock into his pucker. Chuck moved his legs so I had better access. I pushed and my cock slid in deep. Both Chuck and Bruno moaned and Chuck managed to deep throat Bruno's cock. We were off to the races. After a few thrusts, Chuck's ass began to contract. He was ejaculating. I was adding some of my special sauce to his ass. Bruno was doing the same in Chuck's mouth. After the orgasms, we broke apart, showered and then rested. Chuck was effusive in his praise. "Damn, you guys have rung my chimes. That was wonderful," he said. "I've never done it in a house where it was safe and no one was going to drop in. I thought maybe the scary part made it better. Del-Mar, any time your cock is feeling lonely and wants a place to park, just give me a call!" "You were nice and open," I said. "You are better equipped than the trucker. Bruno, when was the last time you shot off?" he asked. "I didn't know you guys served refreshments." "Del-Mar, did you get off?" Bruno asked. "I was too preoccupied sucking to notice." "He sure as shit did!" Chuck said. "Stick a finger in my ass and feel it. He lubricated my entire fuck tunnel with his homemade cream." He hitched his legs us opening his ass to view. Bruno tentatively touched it and then he slipped his finger through the sphincter. I had thought he had been bragging about his ability to have multiple orgasms, but he was hard again as was Bruno. A cell phone rang. It was Chuck's and he had to get to work, there had been a problem there. He dressed and left. "Damn," Bruno said. "I was planning to fuck a little. I've never done that. Have you been fucked?" "Twice," I said. "It was okay. One guy took his time and eventually hit a good spot. It was better than okay when that happened. You're a lot bigger." "Is bigger better?" "I don't know. One guy told me he liked them small. They are easier to take. For me the bigger one seemed to feel better eventually." "Would you like to fuck me?" Bruno asked. "Do you want to be fucked?" "I don't know, but I would do it for you," he said. "The idea of getting fucked is kind of gross, but having your cock in me is sort of exciting." He was rock hard by then. It was huge looking, especially when I thought of it in my ass. Fifteen minutes later I was sitting on his cock and it was eight inches in my ass. At first I was still, and a bit dazed. Sam had fucked me and I didn't know what all the fuss was about. He had a thin, five inch member. At first it seemed as if Bruno possessed a telephone pole. Didn't seem possible that it would fit. Once it was in I was satisfied with the achievement. My ass wanted more. I began to undulate my ass and then I tried to move my legs wider. "That's wonderful," Bruno moaned. It was wonderful for me too. I began to gently bounce. At some point, the telephone pole turned into a genuine fuck tool. Later I realized that as I bounced, Bruno's cock leaked his rich ball ooze. Eventually he lubricated my entire fuck tunnel. I wanted his cock to turn into a gusher, but I needed to do more to make that happen. At first I was annoyed it was so hard to get him off, but as my ass became accustomed to the invader I wanted it to stay hard. I eventually realized this was a new level of sex I had never experienced before. The intensity level was far greater than I expected. I forgot where I stopped and he began. His cock merged with my ass. I remember feeling his man seed hosing my ass, but didn't stop. It didn't seem possible that there was room for his cock and his load in my overfilled hole, but there was. I don't know what happened next. I think his rhythmic pumping may have put me in a sexual trance, or perhaps I passed out from the intensity of the feelings. When I came out if it, Bruno was sleeping next to me. Someone was still in my ass. I opened my eyes. It was Chuck. "I hope you don't mind, I took Bruno's place," he said. "If you're sore I'll pull out." He gently pulled his baseball bat out of my ass and then slowly pushed it in again. Chuck moaned. "I hope that was half as good for you as it was for me!" His cock was the shape of a long, thick cucumber, it felt good when it was fully lodged in my ass. "Everything is fine," I replied as I closed my eyes as I returned to a sexual trance.