Date: Sat, 15 May 2021 10:45:48 -0400 From: Bob Subject: Merry-Go-Round Club 3 Merry-Go-Round Club 3 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 or bldhrymn@aol.com Since it was Frederick's birthday, I thought taking his tool up my ass was a nice gesture. He was gentle, considerate, and careful. His cock was huge and barely fit. Once it passed my sphincter, I became just an appendage to his cock. It seemed to occupy my entire body. At first it was an invader, but as he pushed it deeper into me, I began to think I would be quite happy as the home away from home for his cock and the receptacle for his sperm. A little later I realized he was masturbating my cock from behind. I had an impressive erection. Oliver was licking whatever drooled from his bloated organ. "He's a keeper," Oliver remarked. "Let me know if his cum meets your standards," Frederick remarked. A minute or two later, Frederick's cock let loose. It was hard to believe there was any vacant space in my ass. His cock seemed to have occupied every nook and cranny. I felt every squirt. I shot off and Oliver took it all. Frederick pulled out and kissed Oliver's cum filled mouth. Sam came over and slipped his cock into my ass. "Sorry, cum is the best lubricant, and your ass is filled. Are you okay with that?" "Oh yes!" I replied. I tightened sphincter around Sam's cock. "Some guys think a single load in the ass is enough for one night," Sam remarked. I squeezed my ass tighter. He fucked for another five minutes, and then refreshed the sperm stew in my rectum. When Sam pulled out, Dudley's tongue replaced Sam's cock in my ass. He licked the used sperm drooling from my ass. After that we all had a rest period, had a beer, and relaxed. I wonder if the sexual drive would dissipate due to the break. Frederick explained that they were all charter members of the Merry-Go-Round Club, but they tended to be more open minded and sexually driven. "I hadn't noticed any shrinking violets in the group," I said. "I don't think anyone could be classified as a shrinking violet," Sam said. "Some tend to slip away in a dark corner when they want to get fucked." "Some may retain some tendency to be shy," Dudley said, "Others don't see the asshole as their best feature." We all laughed. Two weeks later I had a call from Frederick. He told me he had enjoyed having me at the birthday party and he thought I got into the swing of things well. I told him I had greatly enjoyed it and him. I had been afraid I had been overly exuberant. He said new blood was always good, it kept the organization from getting stale. "I called you to see if you might like to join us in the Executive Committee of the Merry-Go-Round Club?" Frederick asked. "Everyone at the birthday party thought you would be an asset." "I am honored," I said. "What is involved?" "I noted you are an open-minded man. The Executive Committee is not involved in running the club. A club like ours is not much into minutes or Robert's Rules of Order. Official records are out of the question. The Executive Committee is sort of a joke name. The Committee is made up of the men who might be interested in exploring sex more deeply. Of course, sadism and masochism are not allowed, but some of us are hoping that someday we will go where no man has gone before." "I like the Star Trek reference," I said. "To tell you the truth, as long as cocks and orgasms are involved, I'm interested. Does that make me sound superficial?" Frederick laughed. "No, it makes you sound as if you are running for the Chairman's position." We both laughed. Two weeks later I was at Kamp Kill Kare, Frederick's cottage in the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was a beautiful site on 200 acres of woods. Frederick was there with his guests from the birthday party, Oliver, Roger, and Sam, as were Micky and Waldo. There were three other men. One I recognized as a doctor, and the others were bear types. The biggest bear was Bruiser, and the shorter one was Barney. A little later a tall, blond woman joined us. We all looked shocked. "Don't worry guys. My name is Tonia, and I am good sport," she said. She was wearing a flowing tent like dress. A second or two later she was naked. She had large Jane Mansfield sized breasts and an oversized cock. It was semi-erect. Barney came forward. He stripped. He was exceptionally hairy and except he had vagina where his cock should be. "I am 100% gay except for the obvious," he said in a deep voice. "Frederick said you guys are good sports. I'm a good sport too." "Which of your holes work?" Sam asked Barney. "Both of them!" he replied. The men laughed. I later found out Tonia had all male genitals, but she lived as a woman, and craved sex with men. She said she had a woman's brain. Apparently, gay men were more tolerant of her cock. Barney was a gay man who loved sex with men. He had a miniature cock, a generous vagina and apparently had a prostate in his ass. Both Tonia and Barney were unusually accommodating. Tonia had considered surgical alterations but discovered anal sex and liked the resulting orgasms too much to risk losing. Tonia was beautiful, and with her oversized cock and taste for anal sex, she was popular and seemed to be insatiable. That is a recipe for success. Barney was 100% male with the exception of the vagina. He was able to have dry orgasms in his penis and had feelings in his cunt. He was a short, shy hairball. Shy is not the right word. He was uneasy. There had been unpleasant reactions to him when men discovered his split personality genitals. I am attracted to masculine men. The doctor in the group was Bruce Wills. He was a urologist. He and I both gravitated to Barney. When I came over to him, he started to suck my cock. Dr. Wills came over and began examining Barney's genitals. He used a special tool, his tongue, to do the examination. Barney liked that a lot. Barney was an electrician and had a straight-forward life except for his sexual needs. He was uneasy about being too adventurous since his genital oddity was not often accepted. His visit with us was a big event. He excited Bruce, but as a doctor there was a clinical aspect to his interests. I excited him because I was an ordinary gay man. Barney was gay and wanted gay experiences with a man who could accept him as a gay man who just happened to lack a cock. Barney required a more original approach to gay sex. Barney and I got into the sixty-nine position. He sucked my cock, and I licked his mini cock. I wasn't sure about that, but a few seconds later I knew his cock had sexual feelings. Bruce was into it as a man and not just a doctor. He nudged his cock into Barney's vagina. I was surprised how much that excited me. Bruce had a long thin organ and it looked beautiful as he rhythmically thrust it into Barney. He pulled out a few times and I sucked his knob, tasting his sweet precum. I had been sort of thinking this was scientific experiment. A cock oozing precum was not a part of an experiment. A few minutes later, Bruiser replaced Bruce in Barney's vagina. They were both bears who could have won the hairiest bear contest. Bruiser had a six-by-six cock, as thick as it was long. Barney moaned as it entered him. When Bruiser pulled out, I sucked him and tasted precum again. "Damn, I could get used to this," Bruiser exclaimed. "It is not as tight as an ass, but it's damn good!" A few minutes later Bruiser pulled out. He shot off. I opened my mouth and took the entire load. When he stopped squirting, he moved away. I rotated and pushed my cock into Barney. At the same time, I kissed Barney and shared Bruiser's load with him. That could have turned him off, but I guessed right. Barney loved it. "I can't shoot off, is that a problem?" Barney asked. I smiled, "I kind of doubt it. Do you mind taking a load?" I asked. "Not at all. It lubricates my cunt. That feels good," he said. Tonia came over and asked if she could fuck him. I told her that was up to Barney. He was fine with it, so her cock replaced mine. I noticed that lubricant was dripping from Tonia's ass. I touched the ass with my cock. Tonia spread her legs to give easier access. Tonia was being fucked like a man as she fucked the cunt of another man. She later told me that she had not ever dreamed that sex could be that good. I later found out Tonia was a successful interior designer and was quite refined and cultured. Playing the insatiable slut was new to her, but deeply satisfying. Oliver, Sam, and Waldo took turns fucking her. It was pleasurable for all of them. The party wound down. Before I left Barney sucked me off and took my load. He like that a lot. He asked if we might get together again sometime. I told him I would enjoy that and gave him my phone number. I doubted he would call. Barney called next Monday. He apologized for bothering me and hoped he wasn't interrupting something important. He was unsure about himself and assumed he would automatically be rejected. He told me he was going to see his best friend in the world and asked if I would like to meet him. "Is he a nice guy?" I asked. "Does he like the same things we do?" Barney assured me his friend was a good guy. He paused briefly. "There are a few things he likes to do that I can't help him with. I think you like them." He paused again. "He likes to eat cum. I have nothing to give him. All of the guys at the party loved your sperm." "Does he like to trade sperm?" I asked. "I think so, but I have nothing to give him," he replied. I didn't want to hurt Barney's feelings, so I said I would be glad to meet his friend. His friend's name was Roscoe. On Saturday Barney picked me up and we drove to Roscoe's house. He lived in a log cabin on the side of a mountain. Roscoe was six-five and a solid 250 pounds. He was a hair ball, and it looked as if the only things that didn't need to be shaved were his fingernails and eyes. He was soft spoken, asked us in and had coffee ready. The cabin was rustic and informal. Large bookcases filled with books filled several walls. There was no television. "Barney told me you had some fun last week. We have fun too. He's a good friend," Roscoe explained. "There are a few things he can't do with me. I was hoping you might fill in the gaps?" "If I guessed you like to suck cock and eat cum, would I be wrong?" I asked. "I seem to like it all." I was not wrong. In a few minutes, we were naked and exploring in the bedroom. Roscoe was careful and gentle. Roscoe sucked me as Barney sucked him. Rosco gave me the impression that he was a man who had been dying of thirst in the desert who had just found a penis shaped oasis. Barney acted as if Roscoe's cock was his mother's breast. I realized that Roscoe and Barney weren't just friends. They were lovers who were short one cock and two balls. I provided the elements missing in their relationship. Rosco was imaginative. A little later Roscoe skewered Barney's vagina. He was facing away from Roscoe, so I was able to lick Roscoe's cock and Barney's small penis. That was unexpectedly successful for all of us. Barney had a genuine erection. Roscoe shot off. When he pulled out, I licked up the sperm dribbling from Barney's cunt. Barney loved that. A little later, my cock replaced Roscoe's tool in Barney. Roscoe was turned on big time. He loved licking my cock as I poked Barney. We rested for a while and Barney was pleased. He was a gay man with female genitalia. He loved sex with men and cocks. Being fucked by two men was fine with him. While he was emotionally attached to Roscoe, gay men tended to be partial to other gay men and their cocks. My cock was the missing element in his relationship with Roscoe. Roscoe was not a bar fly. He was a senior environmentalist for the state. He was a field man, not a desk jockey. He spent much of his time camping in hard-to-reach places. Some of his time was pure exploration, but other times he was searching for hazards and leaks. He had solitary life and never considered the gay, bar-fly lifestyle. In some ways I was Barney's absent cock. It met both Roscoe's and Barney's needs. I also provided plentiful sperm that fed both men. I guess it would be considered an odd relationship. It helped them, and I was tolerant of cock play and didn't mind being milked. Both men liked my cock. Both loved taking my loads. They seemed equally enthusiastic. Late in the afternoon I fucked Barney's ass. He was standing, so Roscoe fucked his cunt. We alternated our thrusts and Barney was in heaven. Sex is always unstable. The better it is the more likely you will reach a climax. Roscoe and I were simultaneously on the same road to orgasms. I moaned as I shot off first. Roscoe was a second or two later. Barney had a prostate but no balls. I don't know if there is something called a prostate orgasm, but something spurted from his small cock into Roscoe's thick pubic bush. We separated a little. I licked Roscoe's cum as it dripped from Barney's body. Roscoe fed his cock to Barney so he could savor Roscoe's sperm. We went home, but I knew we would meet again. A few days later, I had a call from my sister-in-law, Elise. My older brother had a major heart attack. My sister-in-law had been a beautiful woman who demanded much and did little. She had no idea what to do. I took a plane to Philadelphia to help. Elise was helpless. I had assumed that had been just a way to make my brother do everything. She seemed to be genuinely helpless now, so I did what I could. Fifteen years earlier, she had insisted that my parents give them their inheritance early to help my brother with his career. It was soon clear that she had early onset dementia, and she was in La-La land. My Brother was in a coma and there was little chance he would emerge from it. Elise knew he had a business partner but couldn't remember his name. It was a mess. My brother died and Elise fell down the stairs and broke her neck. I found their daughter's name, gave her a call. They had been estranged. She was normal and her husband was a lawyer. My brother was intelligent, but Elise liked putting things into "safe" places. A scant six weeks later we got things under control and I got home. Word of my return spread fast, and I had a call from Frederick. They wanted to have a welcome home celebration. They would invite some friends for a party at Kamp Kill Kare that weekend. I was tired from two months working on my brother's estate, but after two months of no sex, a party sounded good. It was a bigger party than before. Frederick, Peyton, Bruiser, Barney, Roscoe, Dudley, Oliver, Roger, and Sam were waiting for me and Micky and Waldo arrived a little later with a man named Jefferson. Barney, Jefferson, and Roscoe were new to this group, but this group had no problem with novelty and a preference for Bearish men. It was a bigger group than I expected, but when confronted with twelve man, with a cumulative seven feet of erect cock, everyone made friends quickly. Jefferson was a six-four muscular Black man. A memorable cock decorated his crotch. Bruiser, Roscoe, and I were next to Jefferson, so I bent over and sucked Jefferson's tool. Jefferson asked if sucking cock was the club's equivalent of a handshake. Bruiser said that I was the welcome wagon. Jefferson smiled and said, "That's good for me. Is everyone here that friendly?" "Everyone here is full service. Most of us like new meat," Bruiser said. "I'm a top," Jefferson said. "Is that a problem?" "It has never been a problem before," Bruiser said as he reached over and fondled Jefferson's genitals. "I think most of us would enjoy a challenge." Jefferson smiled as Bruiser sank to his knees and swallowed as much of Jefferson's cock as he could. Bruiser knew how to make friends. This party was more relaxed but more sexual that the earlier parties. Before, it had been strange to be with nude men who were obviously sexually aroused. That had been unusual and shocking. Erect men can't hide their interest or intentions. Most of us had spent or lives hiding our cocks and concealing our sexual interests. That was not possible. Of course, we all knew than men are sexual creatures. That was one thing; showing it was another. We were also used to slowly probing to see if a potential playmate was interested. If you were lucky that took hours. If you were unlucky it took weeks or months. At the Merry-Go-Round parties, everyone was interested. Every cock could be sucked. Every ass was fuckable. Every drop of semen was edible. Every erect cock indicated desire and willingness. No one pretended they were interested in sex. Bruiser told me he liked that we here for plain old sex. It wasn't a dating site. It was pure sex, "I like to watch a guy squirming on my cock trying to get it in the right place, or a better place," he said. "It turns out that the best place for him is the best place for me. No one has ever died due to too much cock time up his behind." "You are a philosopher," I said. "You enjoyed fucking me?" "You were good right up to the time you shot off," he said. "That was when it became great. I was shooting and when you felt me pumping, you shot off, hands free." None of the men played the part of the fragile virgin confronted by sex crazed barbarians.