Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 18:34:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Good Boys, Bad Boys 5 Good Boys, Bad Boys 5 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and jettisoned a good deal of common sense too. It follows on my earlier story, Preaching to the Choir and Wilson's Hollow. These are not required reading, but it might help you to get to know the characters better. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me. The rest of the Choir went to see Colonial Williamsburg, but I had to go to an interview at a local college for admission. I was supposed to have a tour of the campus and lunch with the Chairman of the Music department, but his wife had a baby that morning, so I had a quick interview with the assistant chairman that was it. I was nice to have a day off. At 18, I am the oldest member of the Boy's Choir. My voice changed at 13 and by 14 I was a bass-baritone. That would normally exclude me from the Choir, but much to my surprise I could also be a convincing counter tenor, Once and a while the choir needed a deep voice. As a boy my voice was average, but I'm an impressive bass and a fine counter tenor, so they kept me on. I was good with the boys and some were more likely to confide in me than the Choir Director when they had problems. This could be helpful. After the interview I went wandering around downtown Richmond. I liked the opportunity to do some exploring on my own. I was heading to the Museum of the Confederacy when I dropped into a bar called the Top Cat. I though it was like the pubs back in England. It wasn't. I'd been there five or ten minutes when I realized it was a gay bar. It seemed to me it was a rough place and part of me wanted to leave, but for some reason I didn't. A man sitting in the next chair started talking to me. He must have been drinking quite a bit. He put his hand on my leg. I got up to leave, but he didn't like that at all. He grabbed me and said something about me thinking I was too good for him. I had no idea what to do. Then a short, gnome-like man came over and told him to leave. The gnome was bearded and small, but the man looked shamed and left. I was a little shaken up. The small man told me to follow him. I don't know why, but I did. We went out the back of the bar and then up stairs to an apartment. In the hall he stopped. "Okay, kid. You obviously aren't from these parts. Are you lost, or here on purpose?" The man asked in an accent straight from the Beverly Hillbillies. "I don't think this is the right place for you." I explained I was a visitor and in the Boys Choir. "My name is Simon Anderson." I said. "Aren't you a bit old for the Choir?" he asked. "My name's Catfish, by the way. You do know this is a gay bar?" I nodded and explained my role in the choir. Oddly he seemed to know what a counter tenor was. I was shocked. "Wally would be pissed if something happened to someone in the choir," Catfish said. "Royally pissed." "You know the director?" I asked. "You won't tell on me, will you?" Catfish laughed. "Wally's the last man in the world to complain about another man's sexual tastes," he said. "Your secret is safe with me." Catfish seemed friendly and I relaxed some. He wore a loose-fitting shirt and tight jeans. His shirt was partially unbuttoned. In the dim bar I thought he was wearing a dark tee shirt. In the well-illuminated hall I could see it was hair. Further down I saw a big bulge in his jeans. "You like what you see, Boy?" he asked. I hadn't realized I was so obvious. "I don't think I've ever seen such a hairy man," I said. "I'm sorry I stared." He smiled. "Most guys think I'm a chimp," he said. "I'm getting somewhat hairy," I said. "Most of the boys think it's gross." "Don't worry about the way God made you," Catfish said. "You're cute kid. You don't look like the missing link, like me." I glanced down at the bulge in his pants again. He saw me. "I'm a shrimp, but I got double the normal cock." "Is it hard?" I asked. "It's huge." "It's not hard," he said, "yet." He paused. "Are you sure you were in this bar by accident?" I smiled. "It was an accident," I replied. "Maybe it wasn't an accident I didn't leave. I've played with boys my age. Never with a man. I was curious." "How old are you?" Catfish asked. "You ain't a kid. You've got a beard." I had a close-cropped beard. This was unexpected with my counter tenor voice and worked well with the audiences. "Eighteen almost nineteen," I answered. He gave me a long look from head to toe. His eyes stopped at my crotch. I was getting hard. The door into the stair hall opened. "Catfish, what in hell are you doing" A voice asked. "Have you taken to robbing cradles?" "Skeeter, you certainly drop in at inconvenient times," Catfish replied. "Simon, this is Skeeter, he the cousin of the proprietor of this place." "Come on in," Skeeter said. "You don't need to stand in the hall." We entered the apartment. It was much nicer than I would have guessed. Skeeter was a little taller than I. He was thin and shirtless, wearing only cut-of jeans. There was a clearly defined wear mark showing the location and extent of his genitals. "Damn you're a pretty one," Skeeter commented as he looked at me. "I think Simon may be interested, but I don't he's experienced," Catfish said. "Well, Simon, this is you're lucky day," Skeeter said. "I can take care of the experience problem in no time flat." He laughed. "I'm afraid he may be aiming higher, you old coot," Catfish replied. "I think he can do a lot better." Skeeter didn't take any offence at this comment. "I have always thought sex is best learned with a guy you aren't interested in." Skeeter explained. "If you're trying to figure out the sex thing with your true love, you're nervous and afraid your going to get it wrong. Now if you're with a prefect stranger, like me for instance, you can relax and not worry. If you screw up, or don't get it right, who cares? You aren't ever going to see me again." I smiled at his contorted logic. "You mean, you are the prefect introduction to gay sex?" I asked. "Well, I hadn't thought of it that way," Skeeter confessed. "But now that you've mentioned it, I think you're right. Catfish and I ain't pretty, but we're all men. If you're into size, I'm pretty good, but Catfish takes the cake, size-wise." "How big are you blokes?" I asked. That question came straight out of the blue. I regretted saying it instantly. It didn't bother Skeeter or Catfish at all. "Maybe we need to do a little show-and-tell," Catfish suggested. "We could all check out the merchandise." He began to unbutton his shirt. Skeeter unbuckled his belt. Somehow, my hormones took control and I began to take off my shirt. A minute later we were all naked. Skeeter was right. They weren't pretty and they were hung like bloody horses, especially Catfish. My experience with cocks was limited and with men's cocks non existent. It was hard to believe how turned on I was. I felt I should hold back and pretend I wasn't excited or as interested as I was. My cock didn't feel that way at all. I don't think I could have convinced them any way. Skeeter was as hard as I was. Catfish was half hard. We formed a cluster and I felt their cocks. "Have you done it with adult men before?" Catfish asked. I shook my head. "Well, I can see you're interested. We'll take it nice and easy. You let us know if anything bothers you. We're pretty experienced. Now if there's anything you want to try, go right ahead. I think Skeeter and I have tried just about everything there is to do, but if you can think of anything new, we're game." We went to the bedroom. A second or two later Skeeter was sucking my cock. I didn't know anything could feel so good. Skeeter had the entire organ in his mouth and was milking me. Catfish was standing next to the bed. He cock was at my mouth's level. " Skeeter's a good sucker. He loves the cream too, so if you want to shoot off, go ahead," Catfish said. His cock was hard now. The skin had pulled back exposing his cock head. A bead of precum quivered on the slit. I had played with other boys' cocks in school, but I had never been with a man. I come from an upper class family and I had seen workmen and laborers, but had no real association with people outside my class. Catfish wasn't from my class. I wasn't too sure we were from the same planet. Catfish took the blob of precum on his finger and licked it. I shivered in excitement. He stroked his cock and coaxed another big blob of fluid out. "Try it," he said. "It's best straight from the balls." "I don't know if I could do that," I whispered. Catfish smiled. "Take from me. It's not going to be a problem." He was right. I stuck my tongue out and licked his bloated cock head. I was afraid to get too close to the slit. I licked the edge of his head, it was tender and more precum oozed from his slit. It drooled and I tasted it. It was good. In the deepest recesses of my mind, I don't think I could have visualized being naked with two other men, one of whom was sucking me, and with me sucking the other. The whole idea was so outlandish it would have been impossible. Oddly, now I was in that situation, it felt like the most natural thing in the world, as if this is what was missing from my life. I had always been reserved, but sucking a man's cock makes it hard to be standoffish. We got to be close quickly. I was on my back, straddled by Catfish and sucking his cock when Skeeter sat on my cock. I couldn't believe he'd do that, but eventually Skeeter got up and Catfish slipped back and impaled himself on my cock. His ass was much tighter than Skeeter's and it was almost as if his ass was wanking my meat. I am shy about my body. I thought of myself as scrawny and hairy. That's not the way Skeeter and Catfish saw it. They seemed to think I was fine. They weren't shy about anything. They were open about cock, mouth and ass. Skeeter liked having his prostate played with, so he showed me where it was and soon I had two fingers in his ass, massaging it. He squirmed in pleasure. It was hard to believe my two fingers could make this grown man twitch the way he did. Catfish was by my side giving advice. They were old friends and playmates, so he knew exactly what to do. As I played with Skeeter, Catfish worked a finger into my ass. I was good, but not as good as it was for Skeeter until Catfish found my prostate. I almost passed out it felt so intense. This went on until I begged him to let up. I couldn't take any more. "Well, boys," Catfish said, "I feel like fucking, who wants to be the first?" I must have looked shocked. Catfish laughed. "Don't worry, Skeeter's use to it. My cock ain't for maiden voyages." "Your cocks a tramp steamer, not the Queen Mary," Skeeter interjected. "It's been a while, so take your time. I might need some stretching." "It's been a while? Shit Skeeter," Catfish complained. "You just took a ride on Simon's joy stick a half hour ago." "Simon's got a cock, not a fucking telephone pole," Skeeter replied. The two men bickered the way old men do. Skeeter got on the edge of the bed and leaned back. Catfish was there and raised Skeeter' legs to his shoulders. I was off to the side. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. "Come over and get a front row seat," Catfish said to me. "Why don't you man the tube of lube? Squire it where it's needed." "When is it needed?" I asked. "Play it by ear," Skeeter said. "If it sounds like chalk on a black board, you'll know. Look in the side table. There are some poppers there." I didn't know what poppers were, but there were to small bottles in the drawer. I got them out and apparently they were the poppers. "Squirt some into that hole," Catfish said as he fingered Skeeter's ass. "Then coat my cock, nice and thick." The slick coat of lubricant made Catfish's cock look even bigger. He placed the head in the center of Skeeter's ass and began to push. "For most men, getting the head in is the real challenge," Catfish said. "I've got a club cock. The head is the same size as the shaft." He shoved, but the ass didn't give way. He pulled away from the hole. "Shoot some more in," he ordered. As the cool lube touched the ass, it twitched. "Skeeter's a trooper. He just gets spread eagled and opens up wide," Catfish said, it makes it easy to find the hole. I just aim my slit at the darkest recess and push. Give Skeeter a snort. That will help open him up. Skeeter took a deep snort. I smelled the stuff too. I had an odd effect. "Pinch his tits!" Catfish ordered. Skeeter moaned and Catfish's entire cock vanished into his ass. It took a while for Skeeter to catch his breath. When he recovered, Catfish began to pump. Catfish took a snort and it got wild. I took Catfish's place when Skeeter needed a rest. After Catfish's monster, I thought my cock would be a let down, but Skeeter liked it as much as I did. Skeeter's ass was wide open and tender. The hole itself was puffy and almost bloated. I was hard as a rock, but my cock is delicate compared to the horse cock. I poked around in Skeeter's ass. It was as if the tender membranes lining his ass were caressing my cock. My gland was tender too. Catfish held a bottle of poppers up to my nose. I took a deep snort. A half minute later every drop of sperm in my balls was racing to get into Skeeter's ass. I tried to pull out, but Catfish and Skeeter knew I was climaxing and they held me in. After I finished ejaculating, Skeeter rotated his hips and ass, so he could squeeze every last drop from my cock. My cock head gets ultra sensitive after an orgasm. Every one of Skeeter's movements was spectacular. When I finally pulled out, Catfish re entered. My sperm squeezed out from the side of his cock and he thrust deep. There wasn't room for his cock and my cum in Skeeter's ass. It must have been an hour later when it was my turn.