Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 09:24:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Good Boys, Bad Boys 6 Good Boys, Bad Boys 6 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 suggestions or comments, please e-mail me. The sex with Skeeter and Catfish was intense and pleasurable. It was well beyond my modest imagination. The rehearsal schedule of the choir and my school work limited my free time. I saw all of my friends in groups, so there wasn't an opportunity for sexual experiment. To say my experience with Catfish and Skeeter was successful understates the case. I felt I should take a cock in my ass. They didn't say anything, but it seemed only fair. Catfish's horse meat turned me on, but I had only had two fingers in my ass before. I wasn't quite sure I was ready for it. Skeeter's member was a better candidate, but it still wasn't small. I was on the bed between Catfish and Skeeter. Skeeter had a finger in my ass and was gently massaging my prostate. Catfish was stroking the curly hair on my chest. "I'm not much into young guys, but you're pretty," Catfish said. "I like men who look like men. You ain't there yet, but you're well on the way." "Thank you," I replied. "Nice equipment too." As Catfish said this, he stroked my cock. "Nothing like yours," I replied. "It does the trick. That knob of yours felt great in my ass," Catfish explained. "Some cocks are too small and don't do shit. Other are too big and do too much. You've got the perfect recreational cock. It rubbed the right spots." "Where exactly are the right spots?" I asked. "That depends on your ass and your partner's cock," Catfish said. "I will say, it's nowhere near a sure fire as sucking, but when it's good, it's great." Skeeter squeezed my prostate. I reacted and Catfish smiled. "You like finger fucking, don't you?" I nodded. "Well, some cocks are like that, but with double the impact," Catfish continued. "I would bet, you'd like it. You've sure opened up easily." "You know Catfish, we're both a bit big," Skeeter said. "Rob would be just right. He's long, but nice and thin. He likes them young too." "Rob would be good," Catfish remarked. "Is he on duty?" "He should be off, I'll give him a call," Skeeter replied. He looked at me. "If Simon wants me to?" Skeeter knew my answer with out me saying a thing. He left the room and made the call, returning a few minutes later. "Rob will be here in five or ten minutes." Skeeter said. "What's he like?" I asked. There nothing like closing the barn door after the cows escaped. "Don't you worry your head about that," Skeeter said. "Catfish and I have great taste in men. You'll like him." I was getting nervous. By the time the door bell rang I was in a state. Catfish got the door and returned with a short, very handsome Marine in dress uniform. "Simon, this is Rob," Catfish said in introduction. "Don't get you hear t set on a recruit, Rob, Simon's English." Rob said hello and got undressed. " I see you've been playing already," Rob said. "I hope I can get up to speed." As he stripped he got better looking. Rob was a body builder, with every muscle defined. He didn't have the bloated, grotesque look of modern, steroid enhanced muscles. He looked more like a Classical Greek statue of Hercules. I hadn't seen anyone as handsome as Rob in the flesh before. He had the modest genital equipment of Classic Greece, but that was fine with me. Rob was so handsome I was embarrassed to be nude in the same room with him. I was shocked when he got on the bed and began to suck me with enthusiasm. "Rob likes `em young," Catfish said, "but he's a recruiter and can't sample the merchandise. Just relax, Simon and let him do the driving." Rob was a great sucker, he could deep throat my cock and then suck my balls. From my balls he progressed to my ass. It hadn't occurred to me someone would do that. He licked around my ass, then tried to get his tongue into the hole. I was shocked, but incredibly turned on. Skeeter was at my head, and he gave me his cock to suck on. It was a roller coaster of emotions and sensations. Catfish provided a running commentary. "Simon's new to this so don't go overboard," he said. "I will admit he's liked everything we did. He seems to be open to then possibilities. Damn, Rob. How in hell do you get your tongue that deep in the hole. Your tongue must be six inches long." "Well. Simon has had some fingers up his ass and now your tongue, I think it's time to kick it up another notch?" Skeeter asked. "I think he's ready for it. I know Rob likes. He's a master top man." "It doesn't matter what you think, Skeeter," Catfish complained. "It's what Simon wants. Pull your cock out of his mouth, so he can tell us what he wants." Skeeter pulled his cock away from my mouth. They all knew what I wanted, they were just trying to be polite. The phone rang and Skeeter left the room to answer it. Rob stopped sucking me. "Do you want this?" Rob asked. "It's not a done deal." "I think so. I'm so excited it hard to know what I'm thinking," I answered. I had a chance to see Rob's cock erect. It was long and thin. An almond-shaped head crowned a seven inch long shaft. It curved up toward his navel. It looked as if it would fit in my ass. "I'd like to try it." I said. "If you like to do this alone with Rob, Skeeter and I'd understand," Catfish said. "We're old goats and don't care who's looking." "We're all friends aren't we?" I said. I knew Catfish and Skeeter could be trusted. They could have fucked me anytime they wanted, but didn't. I had no experience with Rob at all. He seemed like a good man, but I suspected sexual excitement could change a man. "He's a virgin, Rob. Just the way you like them," Catfish remarked. "Are you only into boys?" I asked. "Young men, not boys, and Catfish is a friend too, so I'm not exclusive," Rob said. "I'll confess to being a top and being the first to get in an ass is a real turn on. It's happened two times before." "Did they come back for more?" Catfish asked, "They sure did," Rob replied, smiling. He shifted me over to the edge of the bed. "Simon, I'm going to do you spread eagle style. This gives me the most control and gives you the least chance to resist. Once I'm in, it will be easy. Try to relax and trust me," he said. Skeeter was back and he worked some lubricant into my ass. Catfish lubricated Rob's cock. I was worried, but Rob took it slow and easy. Begin fucked suggest some brutality or at least aggression. This muscle bound Marine was a lover, not a fucker. He bounced against my hole, working the lubricant in deeper with each bounce. Skeeter gave me the bottle of poppers to sniff. After that Rob's head popped in easily. Once it was it, I wanted more. The curve of his cock meant his organ rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was enjoying it so much, I wasn't paying much attention to Rob. He apparently enjoyed it more than me. He suddenly began to shiver and shake, he pulled his cock out of my ass and sprayed me with his cream. It was everywhere. I was excited that he had shot off, but the excitement was replaced with an empty feeling. I looked at Skeeter. Skeeter knew the look of a needy person when he saw it. "This is going to be a tighter fit," he said. "My head's big. Bite the bullet and everything will be fine after a minute or two." Skeeter was wrong about that. His head slipped in easily. Rob's cock had opened me up and, while the big knob stretched me, it wasn't a problem. Somehow, I thought fucking was the same experience every time. It hadn't occurred to me Skeeter's meat would feel entirely different from Rob's. Skeeter's cock wasn't as long, but was much thicker and head was flared, mushroom style. Rob's cock had been an anal probe, poking into the untouched recesses of my arse. The sensation was localized. Skeeter was more filling. His cock occupied more of me and it was harder to understand the sensations. He was more aggressive and as he thrust, his cock generated new sensations to fast for me to sort out. He pulled out and I got on my hands and knees. Catfish was on the bed and I sucked his monster as Skeeter screwed me doggy style. "You're doing great," Catfish whispered. "I guess you'd do well with Rob, but Skeeter's a big boy." Skeeter was pounding fast and furiously now. I looked up ay Catfish. "Not as big as you," I said. "Ride `em cowboy!" Rob exclaimed as Skeeter frantically fucked me. I wondered how long he could keep of this pace with out climaxing. "Damn! I'm shooting!" Skeeter cried. I expected to feel his sperm spattering on my back, but he didn't pull out. He rammed me hard six or seven times then draped himself over me. I could feel his cock still twitching in my ass. "That was beautiful. Just plain beautiful," he muttered. He was silent for a while. "I'm sorry I rear loaded you with red neck cock cream," he whispered. "It caught me by surprise and I shot off before I could think." He moved his hips and shifted his cock. He wasn't as hard as he had been, but I still felt good. Skeeter reached under me and felt my cock. I was still rock hard. "Cum's good lube," he said as he slowly pulled out. When he was out, I got on my back, next to Catfish. Rob returned, raised me legs and licked my ass. I was still excited and his tongue in my hole did nothing to calm me down. I looked at my partners. Both Skeeter and Rob had climaxed and their cocks returned to normal size. Catfish hadn't shot off yet and you could tell. He was on his back, next to me and his cock stuck straight up in the air. I never wanted anything more in my life. "You need to really relax, you know?" Catfish whispered in my ear. "You did fine with Skeeter and he's lubed you deep, but mine's a monster. It may be too fat. I'd hate to rip you in two." "I want to try it," I said. "I know that," Catfish replied. "I can take it easy getting in, but once I'm in, I want to fuck. There no turning back and there's no pulling out until I'm ready. You can change your mind, but not mine." I was a little afraid Skeeter and Rob would be insulted I wanted to be fucked again, but they understood. "I've never taken Catfish's donkey dong, but I understand the temptation." Rob said. "You don't find one like Catfish's often. You might as well take advantage of it." "You know, if you're a size queen, go for it," Skeeter said. "I remember meeting a guy hung big when I was in my 20s. I never tried it out and I still find myself thinking about it." Getting fucked by Catfish turned out to be a group affair. I was a bit shy, but no one else was and they were full of helpful hints as to how to take it and enjoy it. Skeeter must have squirted half a tube of lubricant into my ass. They decided I should sit on it first. I straddled the huge organ and sat back. Skeeter had a bottle of poppers ready. Rob was watching for the read, holding the cock steady. The head nestled in my hole. "Wiggle your ass," Skeeter suggested. "Do the hula-hula." About half of the head was it and I sat up again. Rob fingered my ass and seemed to rearrange some things. I sat back a second time. Skeeter held the bottle of poppers to my nose. "Take a deep snort," he said. "Both nostrils." I did as he instructed. The combination of Rob's re arranging and the poppers opened me up. Catfish's cock head passed through the sphincter. It was really tight, but I could take it. A second or two later this incredible wave of desire and lust enveloped me. I had been pleased to have just his head in me. Now it wasn't enough. I wanted it all. My body relaxed and my ass gave up any effort to resist. I wanted it all and I wanted it all in me now. As I sat back, I wondered when it would end. The monster organ went deeper and deeper and there was still more to come. I through my head back and arched my back. Some how I knew, this would be better. "You've got him," Rob said. "You've got him good!" "That boy's a fucking trooper!" Skeeter exclaimed. "It only takes a few good men. That what they say, isn't it Rob?" My arse rested on Catfish's body. I was fully impaled. I began to rotate my arse to find the best position. I found it and almost passed out it was so good. I don't know what happened for the new ten of fifteen minutes. It all merged into a sexually induced trance. When I came out of it, I was on my back and Catfish was slowly thrusting into my rectum. He was slow. It was like the ocean surf. When he was out it was quiet and peaceful, almost serene. As it slid in, the pressure would build, slowly at first, then more quickly. He would then make two or three quick hard thrusts, ramming me hard. After this Catfish would slowly withdraw, only to repeat the process. I contacted my ass muscles to tighten my grip on the monster. "Damn, you can fucking read my mind," Catfish moaned. Another wave of desire swept over me. I knew how I felt, but hadn't thought about Catfish's feelings. I was pleased and almost honored to know I was giving him pleasure. While he was fucking me, I was stroking him with my arse muscles. We were partners. Once I started responding, Catfish didn't last long. He shot off long and hard in my ass. I think I could feel his cum squirting in my ass. He pulled out. Skeeter had been holding my legs open. As his cock head slipped out of my hole, Rob shoved his tongue into the still open hole. My sphincter closed on his tongue. I began to shoot. Skeeter saw the cream squirting from my cock and licked it up.