Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2011 02:23:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Ted 3 Uncle Ted 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 I was shocked at the idea of 25 sex-crazed men at a party. Four or five was my limit. I will say that after a while, the idea tended to grow on me. Uncle Ted was as good to me as a man could possibly be, but his life style required an attitude adjustment for me. I tended to think of sex, and exciting sex to be something like a lightning strike, a rare and an unexpected occurrence. For Ted sex was like taking a swim in his own private swimming pool; he could jump in at any time and be fully immersed in the refreshing waters. Ted was sexually generous. He was always willing and interested. His friends were much the same. No one was pushy or demanding, but they were all willing and able. Many had known each other for twenty or thirty years. The relationships were all strongly sexual so Ted and his friends were open books. No ass or cock was unexplored. Every man had sucked everyone's cock; every cock had explored every ass. Everyone knew the taste of each other's sperm, and the tight grasp of their sphincter. Eventually I saw all of Ted's friends naked, but I realized they were more than just physically naked. Through the years, Ted and his friends had discovered the special spots and positions that could drive their playmates crazy. They found ways to make a man forget all his inhibitions and surrender to the sexual frenzy. I was new to this scene. I was new meat for the men, a new man to be broken in and explored. This wasn't an organized effort. They were excited to have a younger man join the group. They knew about me and my medical problems and they were both concerned and helpful. As most were middle aged and older, they were fully aware of medical problems and needs. They were also aware of social and mental needs. Unlike the hospital, they understood sex was a part of a man's emotional needs. One of Ted's older friends, Marshall, had a serious heart problem and the scars to prove it. After a massive heart attack he told me, he thought his life was over. "I had the big one, an eight on the Richter Scale. I have outlived my family and was alone, except for my pals. The hospital people were worried I would be alone when I went home. Ted told them not to worry; he would take care of me," Marshall explained. "I stayed here for a month. Ted had friends drop by daily to check up on me. I was badly depressed, and it took a while to realize I truly was among friends." "I turned the corner when Scooter dropped by and sucked my cock. I thought he was exploring a dry well. Scooter had his exotic red-neck ways and he not only got me hard, he got a mouthful of vintage cum," Marshall continued. "I felt like a man again. I was a living human being, not just a patient." "I have met Scooter," I said. "I had thought Scooter was a run of the mill cum hound," Marshall said. "He had communion with my cock. Maybe it was more a combination of sex therapy and communion. He loves cock and cum. He treated my cock as a sacred object, and I rewarded his kind attentions with a bucketful of sperm." "I asked him what I could do for him. He asked me if my ass was still as tight as it use to be," Marshall continued. "I said I didn't know, but I was willing to let him find out. I hadn't been fucked in three years, but Scooter had his ways. He took his time, but he got in. He spent most of the time massaging my prostate. Damn if I didn't shoot off again." "I just happen to know Scooter liked deep stokes and full penetration when he fucks," Marshall explained. "He waited until I was shooting before he went deep. I was shocked. I'm a 74-year-old man. I wasn't shy as a younger man. I didn't think it was possible to feel a new sexual sensation at my age. Scooter did it. That deep penetration filled me just as I ejaculated and sent me to the moon." "How was your heart?" I asked "It was fine; I took it like a trooper!" he replied. "If I had died, then and there, it would have been worth it!" We both laughed. "So you recommend sex as therapy?" "I do, and I am not joking about it," he answered. "It's good to reintroduce the concept of joy in a patient's life. I felt like a new man. I admit I was an old new man, but a new man nonetheless. Uncle Ted had standards for his friends. These didn't include anything relating to physical appearance. As far as I could tell, you had to be a nice guy, be able to carry on a conversation, have a job, and a cock. You also had to be open minded and willing. His friend Tommy the Troll, illustrated the lack of physical appearance standards. Tommy was a towering five feet three tall, stocky and hairy. He was hairy to the circus freak level. If god gave him extra body hair, he skimped on other parts of Tommy's body. Tommy lacked a neck and a waist. He was shaped like a brick. He was from South Philly and had that place's refined accent and sophisticated approach to life. Tommy was very Italian. He made Danny DeVito look like a Playgirl centerfold. Tommy wasn't exactly rude, but he lacked the social graces. He was the office manager for an advertizing firm. I had a hard time visualizing him in that role, but I found out his strong suit was collections. The South Philly accent helped with that. He definitely wasn't my type, and he was standoffish with me. It took a while for me to discover he had a sense of humor. I had seen him naked, but his cock vanished in his thick bush. He liked to swim, and was good at it. We were in the water together and he gave me some advice on my stroke. We talked for a while and we hit it off. We were at the low end of the pool. He was in water to his chest. The water reached my pubic hair. I told him I was a graphic designer and he wanted to see my work. I had a small portfolio in my bedroom so we went to look at it. Tommy told me his firm did mostly shit flyers and direct mailers, but once and a while they needed more upscale design. "We do mostly work for those furniture stores that have 365 days a year sales. You know, the "Everything must go!" sort of thing," he said. When he got to my room he had an erection. His cock was mostly a huge head with a wide slit. The slit was wide and open, with a bead of precum on the verge of dripping on the floor. He noticed I noticed. "Sorry about that," he said. "I'm tuned on most of the time and I leak like a faucet. I ooze a lot of precum. It's kind of gross. That's why I stay in the water most of the time. Ted says I'm barely house trained." I smiled at him. "None of us have total control over our cocks, do we?" I said, by now, the bead had enlarged and began to fall to the floor, connected by a filament of precum. I intercepted it, and rubbed it on his knob. He shivered. "Sensitive?" I asked. "Oh yes!" he replied. I licked the remains of the glob from my finger. His face didn't react, but his cock responded with another big glob. "You do ooze a lot," I observed, "I know it's gross," he said. "That wasn't the way I would have described it," I said. "Would you mind if I took a real taste?" "Shit no!" was his reply. We were off to the races. Tommy didn't have a cock; he had a man juice dispenser. His juice was thick, sweet, tasty and, most of all, plentiful. The taste went straight to my brain and then turned on my cock. Tommy seemed to have a responsive cock that responded to every movement of my tongue. He shivered; his cock twitched and then oozed a big glob of his sex juices. I was essentially milking him and loving it. Eventually I moved and sat on his organ. It was self -lubricating, and while it was thick and stubby, it was long enough to ram my prostate. I could hardly think it was so good. I was sitting on his cock using it as a stool and my prostate was the cushion. Tommy moaned, and I felt his man seed bathe my gland. Tommy did not lose his erection after his orgasm. He stayed hard and I continued to sit on his cock, rubbing it against my tender prostate. It seemed I sat on it for a long time. Tommy shot off a few more times, and while I wanted to shoot, I just wiggled my ass on his thick plug. Scooter had been swimming with us. He noticed we had been gone for a while and found us; Scooter lifted me off Tommy's cock, bent me over and ate out my ass. Tommy's cock plug had stretched me wide. My hole stayed open so Scooter got his tongue in and feasted on Tommy's seed as it drooled from my ass. I knew Scooter liked man seed, but I didn't know he like it that much. I also realized I liked his tongue in my ass. I think my Uncle Ted could smell sex from a mile away. He came in my bedroom. "Have you been sampling Tommy's special sauce?" he asked. I nodded. "It's a real treat, isn't it?" he asked. "It tastes good and is a top of the line lubricant too. How many times did you rear load him, Tommy?" "Four times, he's a really nice boy," Tommy replied. Ted came over to me. He lifted my legs and eased his cock into my ass. I gasped for air as the oversized cock occupied my rectum. Ted was an expert fucker. He varied his thrusts and pokes to provide the maximum pleasure. I wouldn't say he was a hard fucker, but there was no question I was being royally fucked. Ted, Tommy and Scooter carried on a normal conversation as the fucking continued. Scooter fed me his cock as Tommy periodically licked my meat and he watched for signs of an orgasm. It was as if being fucked was as ordinary as reading a newspaper. It was both matter of fact and intensely stimulating. Until I came to Uncle Ted's I had never shot off with a man with the lights on. The lights were on here, and I had an audience. Oddly, I didn't think of them as voyeurs. They were more like cheer leaders. They weren't just watching me being fucked and having an orgasm; they were sharing the experience. "You know you might as well relax and let nature take its course," Scooter said. "Ted isn't going to stop until he sees your home brew spurting across the room." I laughed inwardly about that. My sperm drools; it doesn't spurt. I underestimated the inspirational qualities of Ted's cock. I could feel the buildup of sperm needing to be released, but had no desire to climax. It felt wonderful. Ted made a sudden change in his thrusting technique and I popped. Actually I exploded, spraying cum and semen everywhere. Ted pulled out and showered me with his cum. Tommy was surprisingly agile about catching sperm in the air. He was a good catcher. Scooter took Ted's place in my ass and induced a second orgasm for me. My ass contracted as I ejaculated so Scooter popped too, and left his load in my ass. I fell asleep. I woke an hour later with Tommy in bed with me. "I just wanted to thank you. As you can guess, if you're nicknamed the Troll, the opportunities for sex are limited," he said. "I hope you noticed I enjoyed it too," I said. "It was unexpectedly pleasurable." "Well, it was more than I expected," Tommy said, "much more. I didn't think I had a chance with a handsome man like you." We talked for a while. We talked about sex. This may sound odd, but I almost never did that. I had sex but never sat down with a partner or a playmate and discussed it. Tommy was a nice, closeted boy from the South Philadelphia, his physical appearance made it hard for him to connect. Older men attracted him, and he use to hang around restrooms. He discovered the secret to success was being willing to accommodate. He couldn't attract men with his physical beauty. "One of the first men I sucked shot off in my mouth," Tommy explained. "I didn't like it much, but it wasn't that bad. I told another guy I swallowed, and damn if he wasn't willing to give me his load. I ran into one of the players on my High School Football Teams. He liked it too. He said it was nice to not need to clean-up after shooting. He got me a job as the manager of the team. The manager position was actually the towel boy with a title, but I took care of tension relief for most of the team members. I was young then, and was surprised how many were willing to shoot their loads down my gullet. It was all one sided, but I figured one sided is better than no action at all." "The Quarterback, Willy, liked me and took me home with him a few times. He wanted to try more things. Of course, no one was gay in those days. He was so good looking; I couldn't believe he was into what I was. Willy just wanted to mess around. He was a nice guy and he sucked me and eventually he fucked me," Tommy continued. "It hurt but I loved it. I couldn't believe a dreamboat like Willy would actually breed me. Willy was the first man to notice my precum. He loved it and when he gobbled up my load the first time, I was in heaven. We did it a few more times, and it got better. He went off to college and I never saw him again." "I got into a rut. Most guys treated men as a sperm dump," he continued. "Now a good part of that was me. I went after cock and swallowing was my best marketing tool. I did get to play with quite a few old guys. They would take anyone who was half way willing. A couple of them were nice to me. I'm not sure I noticed that." "Well I ended up in Florida and had a pal who knew Ted and we came here for a small party. I was talking to a friend of his who had a financial problem. They had jacked up a credit card rate and he was in trouble. Well, financial problems are my strong suit. Ted's friend didn't know why he was in trouble and how it happened. I explained it to him and told him what to do." "Ted's parties were pretty wild even then and I felt like the ugly stepsister in a room of beautiful people. Ted took my under his wing and made introductions. I ended up spending the night with him and Hal, his partner." "They were both big men, Hal wasn't as big as Ted, but he was bigger than I was use to. I figured I would be used and abused by them, but there was a good chance it would be the best night of sex I had ever had. They were so good looking and I was so ugly, I incredulous they would lower themselves to fuck me," Tommy said. "Did they fuck you?" I asked. "The work fucking is too crude; the made love to me," Tommy said. "Except for a few times with Willy, the quarterback, I had never felt anything like it. I didn't know sex could be beautiful. They were completely open and willing. We sucked; we fucked. Hal fucked me as Ted sucked me. When I shot off, Ted took it willingly. Later I fucked Hal as Ted fucked me and eventually I shot my final load of the night into Ted's tight hole. I was in heaven." "I was afraid to go back," Tommy added. "I was afraid it was a onetime only, be nice to the ugly man thing. Ted called me and invited me to another party. I was the happiest man in the world." "How was the next party?" "It was great. I realized Ted connected with a higher class of people than I was use to. He can pick and chose who he associates with. He told a few friends that my balls produced top of the line home brew. He also liked my butt plug style cock. Several men sampled me and it was good," Tommy continued. "I sampled them too. I realized everyone made their contributions and shared. That was the end of my cum hound days." "I'm not sure it was the complete end of those days," I said. Tommy laughed. "You picked up on that?" he replied. "There is always some excitement when you have a cock spurting in your mouth. You can catch the excitement from another man. I realized it could be more when I took Willy's seed. I had worked hard to coax it from his balls, and when it came, it was wonderful. He was shivering and shaking and then he flooded my mouth with his steamy man cream. My tongue was enveloped in the stuff. Willy was almost crying it was so good. I felt the same way with Ted, and with you." I rolled over and began sucking Tommy again. The conversation had his juices flowing again. I seemed to have a craving for his pre cum. I was going a little crazy trying to find ways to get more of it. Somehow, a little later he was on his hands and knees and I did him doggy style. Tommy's ass was a fully equipped sex organ. It was tight, firm and welcoming. While he was tight, it was smooth and slippery too. His rectum seemed to form itself to the contours of my cock and rub, almost caress, every inch of my cock. I suddenly had a massive orgasm and all but passed out. I woke in time for dinner.