Date: Mon, 2 May 2011 12:42:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Size Queen 3 Size Queen 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 Fred wasn't quite as uninvolved in the world of man sex as it seemed. It is natural to keep a few cards hidden when you meet an old friend for the first time in years. After our successful interlude in my bedroom, Fred told me about some of his playmates. I would have guessed that as a librarian, his associates would be of an academic bent, but that wasn't the case. I told him I was an unrepentant size queen man was into size big time. Fred said he was a top 90% of the time. He liked big cocks as ornamental features, but he mostly looked for men with welcoming asses. "I hope I met you expectations?" I asked. He smiled. "You are a trip! You have everything I like in a bottom. You are an active bottom. I hate fucking a log! I do know a guy you might like. He has a problem finding an appreciative bottom. He has some pals who will take it, but it's out of politeness more than desire. He lives in a small town so the gay pool is small and shallow." "What's he like?" "He runs the tire recapping shop in Butler's Crossroads. He's named Tommy Thompson, but everyone calls him Tom-tom," Freddy explained. He is a big boy, a solid six-two and well over two hundred pounds. He looks like an old-fashioned boxer. Tom-tom is a bit shy, but he's a good man. He warms up after a while." A week later, I was driving through Butler's Crossroads and saw Tom-tom's Tire and Tread across the street from the Butler's Crossroad's Quick Stop. The two businesses are the sum total of the businesses in the area. It was near quitting time and at five his staff vanished. He was alone in the office. I had some tires that needed to be fixed. He looked them over and told me three were salvageable, but one wasn't worth the effort. That was my assessment too. We talked and I told him I was a friend of Fred. "Are you the guy he told me about?" he asked as he scratched his balls. I scratched mine and all was understood. He called in another man as asked if he would close up and we went to his house. He was a hands on man and was dirty from working with tires all day, but he house was neat as a pin. It was an old country farmhouse sitting in a beautiful garden. "You have a nice place," I said. "It was my grandpas' place. He kept it nice, but I've fixed it up some since I've owned it," he said. Inside it was very nice. The place wasn't what I would have guessed. It had all antique furniture, mostly local, hand-made stuff. "Let me take a quick shower and get respectable," Tom-tom said after he gave me a beer. He went into a bedroom, and I soon head the water running. About five minutes later, he emerged drying himself off. He had a fire hose hanging between his legs and wasn't shy about it at all. Some men are shy about their equipment, but most men had a lot to be shy about. Tom-tom had no reason to be modest. "Fred said you were well hung. It's a beauty," I said. "I would hate for you to think I'm a crude man, but I would love to get down to business and make sure my cock is still in working order. It's been a while," he said. I was as ready as he was, so I started taking off my shirt. I went over to him and dropped to my knees. I can multi task and suck while stripping. Tom-tom must have been the whitest man I had ever seen. His face and hands were weathered, but the rest of him was ivory, with a slight pinkness in his nipples. I first thought he was smooth, but his body hair was white too and didn't show up. He was uncut, so I worked my tongue into the puckered tip, licked his knob and then sucked as much of his man tube onto my mouth as I could. He was still soft and not that thick so when I got my nose in his thick bush, I swallowed. I have a friend who calls me the sword swallower. His organ was the perfect size. Tom-tom's dong was deep down my throat when I swallowed. That was when I made a friend for life. Tom-tom moaned and cried out "Jesus!" I swallowed a few more times. I found out later Tom-tom was use to the slam-bang thank you ma'am school of sex. I am a believer in the milk that cock for every twitch of pleasure school. No one had slowly worked him over and slowly drained his balls every drop of semen he possessed before. I have a warm spot for man seed. When I was younger I wasn't so sure, but when I got older I figured if a guy was willing to shoot it, I might as well be nice enough to take it. Frankly, I don't get it that often since it usually ends up in my ass. Tom-tom was a special case. He had so much of it; he must have had a hollow leg filled with man seed. I'm not sure how many times he shot off, but he filled my ass and my mouth several times. As I swallowed his soft cock, he began to firm up, so we had a race between his erection and my need to avoid choking. Eventually I had only his cock head still in my mouth. His head wasn't any bigger than the shaft, but his slit was almost full width. His man juices were already bubbling up by the time my tongue had a chance to explore his slit. His knob was sensitive and I think he must have mixed in a spurt or two of his own special brew with the precum. Tom-tom wasn't very demonstrative unless you caught him off guard and he would moan. His cock was a first rate oozer and twitcher. He reacted to every movement. "Fred said you like it up the ass?" he said. "I sure do," I replied. "I'm ready," he said. He got me on his bed on my back. A second later, he had my legs on his shoulders and he was ready to go. When I said his cock head was no bigger than his shaft, I didn't mention, his shaft was thick and massive. It was a torpedo type cock, thick but tapering to a point. Tom-tom quickly coated his cock in lube and popped it in my hole. He pushed a few times to see if my hole offered any resistance, then he pushed harder. He was a big, muscular strong man and my sphincter was badly overmatched. "Jesus, that's good," he cried as he filled me. "It's fucking beautiful." I'm no blushing virgin, but he winded me. I was out of it and couldn't even react until I could breathe again. It seemed to me if his cock had been a quarter of an inch bigger, I would have been unable to take it. As my wits returned, I realized the full size of Tom-tom's organ. I moved a little and a wave of pleasure washed over me. Apparently, there wasn't room for his cock and my prostate in my ass and my prostate was having continuous intimate relations with his cock. When I moved again, he pulled out a little and then rammed me again. He began slow pumping. After a half dozen of these movements, my ass rearranged itself and it became even more intensely pleasurable. We went at it like dogs in heat for the next fifteen minutes, until he shot off. He pulled out slowly, bathing my entire fuck tunnel with his soothing man seed. He got on the bed, rolled me to my side and slipped his still erect cock in my ass from the rear. He lost his erection, but he was so long, I was still fucked. Tom-tom was literally one of those men who had more soft than most men have hard. He was dozing off and I squeezed my ass and sphincter to play with his cock. He was drowsy, but moaned when I did that. It was relaxing, but exciting too. He may have fallen asleep. I discovered Tom-tom was one of those men who crash after an orgasm, but soon realized he had a short refill time. I squeezed his soft cock with my sphincter and after a few minutes, he reacted. I think he was still asleep, but his cock had a mind of its own. Soon he was up and willing to go at it again. This time he fucked me doggy style. That was a near total success. He crashed again. He left his cock in me again, but he pumped every once and a while to maintain his erection. It was lovely. When he woke, we both took a shower. I needed a break since he had been in my ass for an hour by then. In the shower, he experimented to see if there were any new ways to get in my ass. It was wild. I ended up on my knees sucking him and getting a mouthful of sperm. He had already shot off twice, but he shot a full load. I had to swallow once to make room for the rest of his orgasm. I was in sperm-pig heaven. We went back to the bed and relaxed. We talked and sucked for a while. Tom-tom was basically up tight and unsure of himself. Living in Butler's Crossroads is limiting and he wasn't outgoing. He had been to Richmond and tried a bar, but he wasn't the type the barfly's liked and he had no interest in flighty bois. He was a man who liked men, not boys. He had a pal, named Roger, who was a nice playmate, but possessed a small ass hole. Other than Rodger, there was no one. "We've done more in the last hour that I've done in the last 43 years," Tom-tom said. He leaned over and began sucking my cock. I was relieved. Tom-tom was a pure top; I had done all the sucking and taken all the cock. I wouldn't say he was an expert sucker, but he got into it and even took my load. From his reaction, I assumed this was a first for him. He took it well. Once I stopped spurting and re lubricated his cock, got my legs on his shoulders and went at it again. I am a good sport, but I wasn't very enthusiastic about this. Immediately following an orgasm is not my best time to be enthusiastic. I was wrong about that. I was relaxed and he was very hard. He must have slid in deeper that before and I think he hit some new spots. We played for another hour and afterwards, I still thought there was much more to explore. We agreed to get together again. I gave him my number and said I was usually up for some fun. A week later, he called me and said he was free on Sunday. I said that was fine for me. He asked if he could bring Rodger with him. I said sure. He said he had told Rodger about our meeting and it turned him on. "I'm kind of hoping Rodger will get inspired," Tom-tom said. As luck would have it, Randy was visiting when Tom-tom and Rodger arrived. We all sat down to talk, it was clear Tom-tom, and Randy got along well. Rodger was very shy and didn't talk much, but he was almost drooling over Randy. Randy took a shine to Tom-tom. It was a hot day and I suggested we go to the pool for to cool off. Tom-tom said he had no trunks. Randy said we were all boys and he liked to skinny dip. We went to the pool. It was spring fed and needed no filtration system. During the daytime, we cut off the flow and let the water warm up in the sun. At night, we would let the spring flow and clean out the water. Randy was the first one naked. He took his time getting in the water so Tom-tom and Randy got a good look. Tom-tom dove in as soon as he was naked. Rodger and I took our time. Rodger was borderline ugly, with a crooked smile, straggly beard and gangly frame. He was a lot better looking naked. He possessed a nice one. It wasn't going to win an award in the country fair, but it was nice. Once we were in the water, all was well. There was some pleasant underwater exploration, and everyone was pleased with what they found. Randy was sitting on the edge of the pool when I sucked him. Tom-tom asked if he could taste it, I said sure. I got on the edge and Rodger helped me out. Rodger was a first rate sucker and he got me hard quickly. We were at the low end of the pool, so eventually, I bent over exposing my asshole. I wasn't sure who would take the bait. Apparently, Tom-tom and Randy flipped a coin and Tom-tom won. Randy knew where I stored the lubricant so he coated Tom-tom's cock. Tom-tom's first thrust went all the way. Both Randy and Rodger gasped as the huge organ vanished in my ass. I'm not exactly sure what happened for the next ten minutes. Tom-tom and Randy had a good time. Randy liked sloppy seconds. I was out of it, but both men assured me I enjoyed myself too. Tom-tom was willing to share my ass. Rodger was clearly taken by Randy and Tom-tom let Randy know Rodger was a free agent. Tom-tom was very vigorous, but pulled out when he was close and turned me over to Randy, Randy is well hung, but not in Tom-tom's weight class. His fucking was relaxing and pleasurable. Tom-tom dilated my sphincter so I stayed open a second or too. Several times Randy was able to poke in the open hole so my ass closed on his organ. I loved that. When Tom-tom was in me, Randy made some headway with Rodger. Tom-tom was all man, but Randy was a dreamboat. Rodger was drooling. Randy was all top, and Rodger was willing to accommodate him. I don't think the first entry was easy, but Rodger was willing to do what needed to be done to keep Randy interested. If the moans were any indicator, Rodger made peace with Randy's cock quickly. The three of us went at it for perhaps forty-five minutes and then I needed a break. Tom-tom's ability to have multiple orgasms was not a fluke. He shot off three times, filling my ass was his man cream. When we broke apart, Randy was slowly pumping Rodger. Randy pulled out and Tom-tom slipped his cum-coated cock into Rodger's well stretched ass. Tom-tom nosed his knob onto Rodger. A second later, the entire organ vanished and soon his curly pubic hairs were tickling Rodger's ass. Both men looked shocked. Rodger's eyes crossed and he moaned in pleasure. Somehow, both Randy and I knew this was a big event. Tom-tom had told me Rodger couldn't enjoyably take his cock. Unless my eyes deceived me, this was a most successful penetration. From that point forward our little party got more relaxed. Randy had opened the door for Tom-tom to enjoy his pal, Rodger. Both men were happy about that. I spent some time in Rodger's ass and discovered his hole was a full-scale sex organ. Much to my surprise Randy gave Tom-tom a poke. Even more surprising, Tom-tom loved it. He loved it when Randy mounted him while he was screwing Rodger. By the time everyone went home, we had all expanded our sexual repertoire to some extent. Tom-tom, and Roger seemed to be inexperienced, and had limited sexual contacts. I soon found out, that while they were not libertines, they had a wider range of friends than I assumed. Tom-tom knew two other well-hung men. These me were both tops, so while they had played some, the contact was limited since they were all looking for bottoms. Rodger knew them too, but his ass wasn't open enough to satisfy them. Tom-tom was a good man, but it was hard for him to admit the extent of his interest in man sex. He was raised in an environment where gay men didn't exist. Of course, they were there, but none was willing to admit it and making a connection with another man was as likely as a lightning strike. Lightning strikes do occur, but they are rare. Rodger called and told me about Tom-tom's friends. It was clear to me these were Tom-tom's friends, not Rodger's. Rodger thought they were a bit uncouth and crude. "They are mountain men who didn't get out much," Rodger said. "Tom-tom says they are nice guys who wouldn't hurt a fly, but I'm not sure a fly would get that close to them. They lack social graces." "They wouldn't know which fork to use at a formal dinner?" "I'm not sure they are the fork type. They are more of the sharp knife and fingers type," Roger said. "They are big in every respect. Tom-tom knows you are interested in that." "You like big ones too?" I asked. "I do but I have some standards," Rodger said. "To tell you the truth, they scared me a little and I took off before we got down to any real action. I rather told them I had a tight hole, and one of them said he could make it fit. I said I had a headache and left." We talked a little longer and I told him I might like to meet Tom-tom's mountain men. A few days later Tom-tom called and asked if he could come by with his pals. "I told then you like to bottom. Was I out of line?" He asked. "No that's right, but they do know this sort of thing doesn't always work out?" "They understand that," Tom-tom said. Two days later the three men came by after dinner. Tom-tom introduced them as Bubba and Beau. They were huge, both well over six feet- two or three and nearing 250 pounds or more. They didn't shave or cut their hair. If there was a missing link connecting the Homo sapiens and the Gorilla, these men were it. Bubba had pitch black hair; Beau was a redhead. Both had beards the size of a muskrat. The sort of said hello, but I got the impression, two syllables was a chore for them. They preferred monosyllabic words and grunts. When they entered my house, they became uneasy. Looking on the bright side, I smelled soap, and I guessed Tom-tom treated them to a shower, buff and shine at his place. "The boys have come a long way," Tom-tom said. "Would you mind if we get down to business now and try the chit-chat later?" I smiled and took the trio to my bedroom. Tom-tom and I were the first to get naked. Bubba and Beau held back a little. Once I was naked, they relaxed and got naked with us. They were a lot better naked than dressed. They weren't handsome by any stretch of the imagination, but they must have been the most masculine men I had ever seen. They got double of everything that denotes a man. They were brawny, hairy and hung. With balls the size of Mandarin oranges and a polish sausage cock, they were spectacular. I fell to my knees and look an up close and personal look at Beau's equipment. Tom-tom took care of Bubba. A thick coat of blondish-red hair covered Bear from head to toe. His ball sack was hairy, but his orange sized sperm factories were so big they were clearly outlined. He was six of seven inches long, soft, but he had thick foreskin, covering the entire organ. There was a lump indicating his cock head an inch or so from the puckered tip of his cock. I stuck my tongue out and licked the puckered skin. There was the taste of soap, and the sweet taste of precum. My tongue parted the pucker and began seeking out the cock head. Beau did not play hard to get. He got hard and his knob met my tongue. My tongue actually encountered his slit first and he was already pumping out precum. Bubba joined me and I now had two oversized fire hoses to deal with. Deal with them I did. Bubba and Beau were crude men, but I discovered their cock heads were exceptionally sensitive. My tongue sent shivers through them as I licked the bloated organs. They were also cautious and careful men. They had one objective, to get their cocks as deep in my ass as possible. I found out later they were worried about ripping me in half. That was apparently a problem in their earlier efforts to fuck a man. Tom-tom was there to give technical assistance. Bubba was the first in. Beau fed me his cock as Bubba spread my legs and made the initial attack. Tom-tom was into lube big time, and while it wasn't easy, it was okay. It was hard to get bubba's huge cock head in, but we did that. Bubba gave a little thrust and damn if the next ten inches didn't slide in effortlessly. I slipped into a cock-induced haze; Bubba moaned. The next time I knew what was going on, Beau was in my ass. Bubba shit off almost immediately and turned my cream filled ass over to his brother. "I've never churned Bubba's cream before," Beau volunteered. "It's real nice. It feels like I'm making man scuz butter!" The boy traded positions a few times. They let Tom-tom in too during breaks. Once and a while it was a bit rough, but after a half hour of constant fucking it was better. They were good about it, but there was nothing they could do about the size of their monster cocks. I enjoyed it more of a technical feat than lovemaking. I both men got their entire organs in me. I wasn't comfortable, but I was full. I could say I had done it. I think they had been round robin fucking me for almost an hour, when something gave way and I got into it big time. I don't know if my prostate fell in love with their shaft, of if their bulbous cock heads slipped a little deeper, but I loved it. When I liked it, the boys went a bit crazy. Bubba and Beau had never fucked a man who was into it, and was really into it. It was a bit messy since both men had a short fuse and they shot off in my ass four or five times each. I lost count. As the filled my ass with their man seed, it got easier, and they became more enthusiastic. With the homemade man lube in my ass, I could play with their cocks with the sphincter. That was a definite hit. Tom-tom was carried away too. He dropped a few loads in me, then rimmed me, licking op the sperm that drooled from my ass.