Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2018 11:30:24 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Morning Glory Diner 2

The Morning Glory Diner 2
By Bob Archman

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
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I had never been in an orgy before, and I had second thoughts the next
week. The second thoughts lasted for a few days, but I soon realized my
cock had a very different plan. I am a conventional man and attending
orgies is not at all conventional. My cock had discovered a new world of
pleasure and it wanted more. In the battle between convention and lust,
there was only one possible victor. My conventional mind surrendered to my
cock and lust.

On Wednesday, I arrived at the Morning Glory at 10:15. I had been in an
early morning meeting with executives to discuss possible changes in the
company, so I was late for breakfast. This was the mid-morning lull,
between the breakfast group and the lunch people. Mitch was getting
supplies and Hugo was the only one at the diner.

"I hope you had a good time last Saturday," he said.

"I sure did. I didn't know what to expect, but it was just fine," I
replied.

"It was good for me too. I'm not much of a looker and guys like you usually
give me the brush off," he said.

"I admit you aren't my type. If I told you when you are naked you are an
incredible turn on for me, would you be insulted?" I asked.

Hugo laughed. "I take whatever compliment I can get," he said. "Are you
coming to Saturday's party?"

"I don't know. I would hate to be a pest," I replied.

"There are a lot of regulars, so that's not a problem," Hugo said. "I have
some pals coming. They would love to meet you. They aren't pretty, but they
are fun to be with and real willing." He paused. "I guess I should said,
they are fun if you like man sex a lot."

I told him I would be there. I wasn't that excited at the prospect of ugly,
sex crazed men, but I didn't want to say no to Hugo. I was afraid he would
think they weren't good enough for me and get insulted. When a came to know
Hugo better, I realized he wouldn't have been insulted. He expected
rejection.

I drove to the party. Mitch and Hugo were the reception committee. I was
the first to come and thought it might be a low attendance event. Five
minutes later Homer, Darren, Wayne and Police Chief Walters
arrived. Walters looked at me and said. "Finally, some new meat!" and went
to undress.

Immediately behind them were four guys. Hugo introduced them. Ray was a
black man and had a poorly repaired cleft pallet. He washed cars. Johnny
was a short, bearded man who dressed as a cowboy and worked on the town
crew. Tommy looked like a Neanderthal man and was a blacksmith, and Louis
was a normal looking man. He worked in a sheltered workshop. We all went to
undress.

I was the first to get naked. It turned out that was good. Hugo's friends
were uneasy meeting a new man. Once I was naked, they stripped. I was
shocked at my reaction. I never thought of myself as a typical gay man, but
I had to admit, my interest in them increased when I saw them naked.

I hated to think I evaluated them for their sexual potential, not as fully
rounded men. I laughed to myself. It was superficial, but this was a sex
party. You evaluate athletes on their athletic skills, not on their
well-rounded approach to life. Hugo and Johnny came over to me.

"Conrad, Johnny likes to suck, but he's shy," Hugo said. "Would you mind if
he took a lick or two?"

"No problem. Let's go to the showers and have some fun," I said. I looked
around. "Why don't we all go to the showers and get to know each other
better," I added. The shower room was crowded but bumping into naked guys
was not problem. Darren was sucking the Police Chief knew Ray and was
playing with Ray's cock. I realized that while I liked cocks, I really
liked hard cocks.

I got on my knees to suck Louis, but Tommy was so close I could suck both
men. Louis had a beautiful cock, but Tommy's uncut tool wasn't hard yet.
High-test precum oozed from the tip of here foreskin. Every time I moved my
head another cock was within licking distance. It wasn't intensely
romantic, but it was fun.

Johnny was short, but too tall to be a dwarf. He was maybe five feet one
and was well proportioned, except his cock and balls seemed oversized. That
wasn't a problem for me or any of the other men. There didn't seem to be
any favoritism among the men. The rule seemed to be to suck the nearest
cock. Most of them circulated, so eventually you would meet and suck
everyone.

For me it was eye opening. Walters, the Police Chief, and Wayne like to
fuck and some of the men expected that. I was a bit shocked, but it was a
turn on. I had seen it in porn videos, but this seemed more relaxed and
less frantic.  Ray was next to me when he bent over, and Wayne gently
slipped his cock into Ray's ass. I had been sucking Tommy, but I switched
to sucking Ray. Wayne would pull out, leaving only his cock head on the
dark side of Ray's sphincter, then he would shove it in deep. Every time
this happened, Ray spurted globs of precum into my mouth. I felt Tommy's
hairy body behind me.

"You like Ray's cock juice?" he whispered. I nodded while still sucking. I
didn't want to miss any of his sweet cock drool. I had never been with a
black man before. I was from the South and that was a big deal.

"I'm oozing big time too," Tommy said. I felt his juicy cock head at my
hole. I was enjoying Ray's precum and wasn't thinking. I shifted my legs. A
second later Tommy's cock head had popped into my ass.

There was a brief, sharp pain, then I shivered in pleasure. I expected it
to be more painful and less pleasurable. I have since figured out what
happened. Tommy's cock was a huge cock head on a short, thin shaft. When he
popped in, he rammed my prostate. I didn't really know I had a prostate,
but his cock was just long enough for his knob to give it a real
workout. Talking with Homer later, the older man said that Tommy tended to
give your prostate a buff and a shine.

He soon gave my prostate a sperm bath. Ray let loose his man seed, draining
his balls into my mouth as Tommy filled my ass. We broke apart. I didn't
know exactly what I felt, other than intense pleasure. As the glow faded I
was embarrassed. Sex had been intimate and private for me. Six men had
watched me take Ray and Tommy's cum. They couldn't see the spurting cocks
in my mouth and ass, but they all knew what had happened.

"Damn, you took that like a trooper," Chief Walters said to me. "Believe me
when I tell you I know troopers!" I laughed a little. The Chief dropped on
his knees and began sucking me.

Wayne saw us and came over. "Your ass is dripping some," he said. "Let me
help you with that." He eased his cock into my ass. I was shocked, but
after a minute or two, Wayne's cock felt as it if belonged there. I didn't
think that could possibly be right, but that was the way I felt. Wayne
pumped with increasing speed until I shot off into the Chief's mouth. I
felt a tickling sensation on my ass as Wayne let loose.

After that, we all took a break to cool down. I felt drained. It turned out
that the break was to recharge and refill our balls.

"You done good," Chief Walter said to me.

"I think I over did it," I told him. "You must think I'm a slut." Louis got
up, came over to me and started sucking. I thought I was wiped
out. Apparently, my cock didn't feel that way.

The Chief laughed. "You may not have guessed, but slutty is good here," he
said. "Being a slutty cock sucker, ass fucker, cum eater is all that we
could want in a man. We are all adults here and we all like man
sex. Outside these walls we need to be careful. It may not be a problem in
New York City, but in East Dresden you need to be careful. What we do for
an hour or two on a Saturday must last us a week or two, unless we get
lucky."

"Let me tell you, Conrad. My cock's trip up your ass will be a fond memory
for at least a week or two," Wayne said. "I had the impression that my cock
was a welcome guest."

"Would I sound stupid if I said I was embarrassed to like it as much as I
did?" I asked.

"I'm afraid to say that most of us once thought that way. My folks thought
that if you enjoyed it, it must have been sinful," Mitch said, "It seemed
wrong to me to enjoy man sex as much as I do. It can take a while to get
over those feeling. I wonder if that's what masochists think they need to
be punished for liking sex so much?"

"After hiding for so many years, this is the only place I can let it all
hang out," Tommy said.

"You can both hang out here and let it hang out here," Darren added. "I
guess you could consider the people here as equal opportunity fuckers."
Everyone laughed. "I am an equal opportunity bottom," he added.

"When I was younger I was the Queen of the May. The cute boys wanted me. I
got older and turned into an old Queen." Darren said. "I came back here and
discovered the diner. I thought it was troll central until Ray shoved his
cock up my behind," he added. "I had been fucked tea party style with one
pinky in the air and the best china. Ray has a man cock and good
attitude. He wanted to get off, but he also wanted to fuck me to the moon
and back. I felt him shooting off firehose style in my ass.  It's never
been the same. Up until then, I had avoided the sticky stuff, but Ray's hit
the spot."

"I got to like the stuff," Johnny said. "Guys don't like to take mine. I
think they were afraid they might catch an attack of being short. Now Ray's
not much like Mandingo, but he sure is black. If he lived in the South I
would bet rednecks would love his black seed."

"Be careful, I'm from Tennessee," Chief Walters said. "Generally, I'm not
into White or Black man seed. I do admit Ray shoots the caviar of home
brewed sperm. It was an accident the first time I took it, but it's not
been an accident since then."

"I like it all," Louis said.

"I'm embarrassed to say, I told Louis my cream was a special present from
me. I liked to have guys take my load, so I tricked him," Homer said.  "I
actually tricked myself. I took a sample of his cum by accident and loved
it. We've had good times trading cum for a year or so."

"I like tricks like Homer's," Louis said.

We talked for a little bit longer and then resumed sucking and fucking. The
men were pleasant, affable and willing. It was pleasurable, orgasm full and
drama free. No one was looking for the love of their life, or a life
partner. No one was trying to impress the others. Sex was no stress and
with no expectations. It was pure sexual pleasure without strings.

After the first round of orgasms, I relaxed and felt comfortable with the
other men.  Watching Louis wiggle in pleasure on Mitch's cock was clearly
good for both men. Johnny liked doing a little ride 'em cowboy thing on
Homer' cock. When I left after two hours, I felt I had been totally
exposed, physically and sexually. They knew what I liked and craved. I had
no secrets, nothing was hidden.

Three weeks later my life in East Dresden changed dramatically. The
apartment house where Ray, Hugo and Tommy lived burned to the ground. Ray
and Tommy were roommates. Hugo had his own apartment. They did not have
renter's insurance. I lived in an older house just outside of town that had
once housed the hired hands for a big dairy farm. It had been sort of a
Bunkhouse and was out of the way. When the dairy closed they sold off the
building. It had five bedrooms. I said they could stay with me until they
found a new place. Since I worked nights and they worked in the day, it was
a good arrangement for me. I knew Hugo was a cook, but he and Tommy were
neat freaks and they kept the place spic and span. Ray liked to garden and
do the lawn.

I didn't charge rent, but they bought food and did most of the cooking. The
living arrangement became permanent. It was good for all of us. None of us
were lovers, but we were playmates. They all had friends who would drop by
to see them. My house was set back on an overgrown lot and couldn't be seen
from the road. Hugo said that most of their friends were very
private. Hugo, Tommy and Ray were private, but they shared their friends.

Tommy's friend was a Science teacher at the High School, Elton. Elton's
parents were big, Elton John fans and wanted a pop-star son. They were
disappointed in their teacher son. Tommy's folks encouraged him to quit
school and take up shoeing horses. Elton was slight and thin, Tommy was
massive. They discovered sex together, and they became good friends. Tommy
felt short changed by quitting school. Elton introduce him to
science. Tommy discovered he had great interest in Science.

Tommy was mostly a top. Elton mostly bottomed. Tommy found out that Elton
bottomed mostly to please him. Tommy was willing to bottom, but Elton knew
it wasn't his thing. Tommy saw that I enjoyed the bottom and he recruited
me to join him with Elton. Elton wouldn't go the Diner because he was a
teacher and feared exposure too much.

I got along with Elton, his science education and my computer science
backgrounds meshed. His cock and my ass were friends too. He liked fucking
me while Tommy fucked him, but he also like to have Tommy fuck me, shoot
off and then Elton would use Tommy's sperm as lube. He also liked it when
we 69ed and Tommy fucked him. it was even better when Tommy fucked me as
Elton and I 69ed. He could taste my reaction to Tommy's thrusts.

Sometimes Hugo and Ray would join us. Then there would be five cocks, five
mouths and five assholes in use simultaneously. I lost my tendency to be
shy. I finally realized my cock was a part of my body. Sex was part of my
life, not an accidental lightning strike of pleasure. I could enjoy it.

The weekend events at the Morning Glory continued. Some men were regulars,
but attendance was surprisingly varied. The men tended to be over forty,
but there were some who were over 70 and some younger men. There were also
some special events. Mitch explained these were originally private parties,
but they later were opened to the regulars too. New meat was good for
private parties too.

The first private party I went to was a retirement event for a local coach,
Billings Smith. He had been a successful coach for years and even got the
local high school to the state championship tournaments with some
regularity. He never married, but when you are a winning coach, no one
questions your private life.

Several coaches came to the party. Some were from as far away as the Finger
Lakes and outside Buffalo. Some former players came too.  They were in
their late twenties to fifty. The coaches helped each other resist
temptation. Young players often get a crush on the coach. That is bad for
the coach, the player and illegal too. The coaches provided moral support
for their fellow coaches and a cock to suck to get over the rough
periods. The players hooked up with the coaches years after school and well
beyond the age of consent.

I talked with one of the former players, Rod. He had a crush on Billings
for years. When they finally connected eight years after school, it had
been better than either man expected. Billings made sure that Rod knew he
was into friends with benefits, not a permanent relationship. He told me
that there were scores of players that want their coach. It's a phase, not
love.

Another player, Marty, told me he had a crush on his coach in his teen
years. "I wanted it badly, but I wasn't ready. I would have been happy just
looking at his cock and touching it. I did see it once and that gave me
jerk off material for a decade. He was a good guy, but he knew that when
you are exited, hard and ready, things can get out of hand. He never let
anything happen. I was disappointed, but that was all."

"When I finally connected with a coach years later it was great. I guess
you could say I was full service by then. I knew the score and I could meet
all of the coach's needs," he said. "The guy with me, Tony, is a coach. He
knows he can come to me to release tension if he gets tempted," Marty
continued.

Billing sat in an arm chair and let anyone who wanted to suck him take
their turn. Only a few of the men had been on his teams. Everyone wanted to
suck. I realized the teen crushes weren't necessarily on the individual,
they were on the position. They wanted to be with a man in authority; a man
who encouraged you to do well and was pleased when you succeeded.

I watched the festivities but wasn't in line to suck Coach Billings.

"Are you shy," a man asked. He was the coach for a neighboring town, Drew.
I guessed he was a wrestling coach.

"I'm fine.  The other guys want him bad. I barely know him," I said.

"I barely know you, but I want you bad. "Does the idea of hooking up with a
guy you barely know bother you?" Drew asked.

"It has happened before," I admitted. "It is rare to see the guy's face.
It's usually dark."  Drew laughed.

"I am a good sucker, but fucking turns me on big time," Drew said.  I don't
know what got into me, but I said, "Well, this is your lucky day."