Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 02:51:52 -0700 From: Bob Archman Subject: Waldo the Virgin Hunter 11 Waldo the Virgin Hunter 11 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 If you enjoy these stories. Please consider giving a donation to Nifty! The president of the University, Helen Duke, was a good woman. She was an academic and a woman of principle. She was a professor of Chemistry and her father was an English Professor who taught at Penn. She joked that she was born on the Tenure track. Her principles included a strong commitment to academic freedom and an opposition to censorship. The College of Arts and Science sponsored a lecture series on major issues. It invited scholars to discuss global warming, over population and water pollution. The university invited distinguished scientists for these lectures, and they tended to be technical and rather dry. I was the security officer at one of the global warming lectures and the speaker, William Dunn, was smart, but his lecture dealt with statistical analysis. A non-university group complained that the University was not presenting the other side. The head of the physics department said that the lectures were science not opinion. The lecturers were distinguished scientists not pundits. He added that it was hard to find a pro-water pollution, pro global warming scientist who was not a crackpot or an idiot. That may have been true, but it wasn't very politic. It was picked up on a cable news channel and it became a sensation. There were picketers at the president's office and at the Physics Department offices. At first, it was just a nuisance, but when someone threw a brick at President Duke, we had to take action. I was one of the force assigned to guard duty. I was use to drunken students, adolescents in heat and street people off their meds. They were a piece of cake compared to the crazies who picketed the President. These crazies didn't know that they should have been on medication. They were a varied and mixed bag. Most were professional protesters. They weren't protesting the lecture series. They were protesting a variety of things, abortion, secular humanism and the modern world in general. They were also prone to violence. They liked to throw punches, bottles and rocks. They tended to be vulgar, and their rage was unrelated to the problem they were protesting. They seemed to relish attacking the president. Dr. Duke was a woman who didn't know her place. In fact, she was a widow and had raised three children while supporting them by teaching full time. I soon discovered that logic and truth did not play a role in the protesters world. They made up their own facts and reality was not a part of their worldview. The students made the situation more complicated. At first they thought the protesters were a joke, but after the brick they took things more seriously. The science building was on University property and off the street so it was easy to protect. The president's office was in a historic house on a public street. We could not close a public right of way. The students mounted counter demonstrations and got between the demonstrators and the president. That made it difficult for us. The students originally used the traditional, "get out of here you fucking assholes," approach. I suggested to one of them that a more imaginative way to make their points. Several days later oversized effigies of Newton, Darwin and Einstein appeared. They were very photogenic and made the television news. Several days later, the students added smaller Flintstone figures claiming that the protesters learned all they knew about science from the Flintstones. That caused a stir. The University owned the land, but the city owned the streets and sidewalks, thus we could only do so much to control the protesters. The city was waiting for the protesters to do something bad to allow them to crack down. The University police was committed to avoiding anything bad. One of the leaders of the protest was a Baptist Minister who was semi-rational, Roy Reed. He was in his mid-forties and had just become a minister. He was the assistant minister for some church in Georgia. I think they sent him to Richmond as a test of his faith. At first, I thought he was stupid, but he was just limited. He had never been anywhere, done anything or seen anything. He was a country boy who didn't have much knowledge of the world outside of God-know-where Georgia. He was anti-violence and that was a plus for me. I had been worried that there would be violence generated by our students, but once Newton and Darwin arrived on the scene all was well. They were big and complicated puppets and required considerable effort to create and operate. That kept the students busy. Originally, several art students designed them, but eventually the theater people joined in, as did Engineering students. The effigies soon could roll their eyes and talk. Twelve to fifteen feet tall, a student in the puppet could make then seem semi-human. This was meat and potatoes for television. With the focus on oversized figures, media attention turned from the demonstrators to the counter demonstrators. It was hard for the whack-jobs to compete with a twelve-foot tall Darwin. One station did an interview with the stuffed Darwin when the man inside was a biology major with a taste for stand up comedy. It was an internet sensation. I should have realized the protesters would try to make a grab the publicity spotlight before they gave up. On a Wednesday, at three in the afternoon, they made an all-out attack on Darwin and Einstein. The plan was to knock them over and declare victory. It was supposed to be a spontaneous looking uprising of good people against the godless students. God must not be a creationist, because they picked a bad day. The effigies were being used as a backdrop for several sororities' pictures, so it looked like a bunch of rednecks attacking young women. The women took deep offence, as did students, faculty and staff. They rushed to the defense of the girls and the puppets. This time the protesters also blocked traffic triggering a substantial showing by the city police. There were cameras everywhere so there was no question as to who attacked whom. I had been off duty and got to the scene after the police started hauling off protesters. There were young women with broken noses and black eyes. Several professors were hurt. The puppets stood tall, surrounded by a human shield of students. Police and State Troopers were everywhere as were television cameras and cell phones. The scene was surreal. I found Roy, on the ground, beaten up. I was afraid some off our students had done it, but it was his fellow protesters. Roy had objected to the proposed attack. He was beaten up for his good sense. He had called the police to warn them of the potential problem. There was nothing for the University Police to do. It was a city matter now. Many of the protesters were in jail charged with violent criminal assault. City EMTs patched up Roy and I took him home. He thought he was okay, but I wasn't sure. He called his church and had a hard time with the senior minister. He was fired for not showing enough zeal for the cause. I got on the phone and mentioned that there was a potential for major criminal charges and Roy might be the only one to spare the church from being involved in a criminal conspiracy. He mellowed quickly and emphasized the church was interested only in peaceful protests. Roy wasn't cut badly, but they had kicked him when he was down and he was badly bruised. He wanted to take a shower, but he had troubled talking his clothes off. He was getting stiffer by the minute. I helped him undress and then helped him wash. Bending over was difficult. I had to help him shower since he couldn't reach anything. Roy had a good body and an even better cock. He had been staying in a demonstrator's camper and had nowhere to go, so he stayed with me. I continue to help him shower. After two days, his cock began to respond. I didn't say anything, but I figured out what he liked and did it more. He became more excited but pretended he did not notice. A few days later, he was feeling better, but we still showered together. He called the Senior Minister for guidance again and this time the minister fired him and told him not to return to the church. Hot heads were in control. I later found a major donor to the church was behind the protests, so firing Roy was a good way to please the donor. I think Roy would have been disturbed by this, but he felt so bad, being fired was just a drop in the bucket. His recovery was slow. I took him to the university clinic. They did some x-rays and they said it was cracked ribs and bruises. There was nothing to do but wait for it to heal itself. They gave him some pain pills. The pills worked like a charm, but left him groggy. I could had sent him home, but he was too groggy to function so he stayed with me. By then he realized he was unemployed. The priest next door came over to talk with him. I would not have thought that an Episcopal Priest and Roy would hit it off. Dunlop was a good man and he was genuinely concerned about his fellow man. Roy liked him. Roy had a degree from a correspondence school of divinity. Dunlop had been to a real seminary and was knowledgeable. That was an eye opening experience for Roy. Dunlop wasn't pushy and he let Roy come to his own understandings. Dunlop also found out that Roy became a preacher because of a big sin. He hoped that by becoming a minister God would forgive him for his depraved thoughts. Both Dunlop and I guessed the nature of his sin. I told Dunlop about our shower experience. He said he would try to help me out. I don't know what he did, but the next time we were in the shower, Roy reached half-staff. Inspired by that, my cock became fully erect. Our cocks touched and Roy moaned. I hugged him and rubbed our cocks together. We didn't talk, but I slipped to my knees and licked his organ. He had a single ejaculation. I took the spurt, let him calm down and then continued sucking. At first, Roy stood still and moaned once and a while. His cock twitched and drooled continuously. After five minutes, he began to relax. "Let's go to the bedroom and get more comfortable," I said. We got out of the shower and dried off. In the bedroom, I resumed my cock sucking duties. "What do I have to do?" he whispered. "You can do whatever you want," I said. "I am happy with whatever is good for you." "What if I shoot off?" he asked. "That is exactly what we are here for," I said. "It's what I expect. Don't worry. Men's anatomy is all about the same. It won't be a surprise. Do you need a little rest period?" "That would be nice," Roy said. "I'm feeling a little dizzy." We broke apart and I got beside him. He reached over and stroked my cock a few times. He then touched my cock head with his finger and spread my pre cum around my knob. "You're hard. What is the slippery stuff?" "The slippery stuff is precum, and your balls produce it when you are really excited. I am excited as are you," I said. "It is sweet and tastes good." "You like it?" "I do. It also means you are getting into it. You produce it before you shoot off," I said. "Have you ever taken a close up look at a guy's cock?" I rotated on the bed so my cock was at his eye level and his was at mine. "You've got a beauty. You are a big boy!" I said. "Size doesn't make that much difference. All cocks are made for pleasure, but big ones turn me on." "You've seen mine before many times in the shower," Roy said. "I like to make sure a man is interested before I go where I might not be welcome," I said. "Sexual pleasure is very intense and personal. Some men think they are hot stuff and force themselves on uneasy partners. I don't enjoy it unless my partner enjoys it." "I enjoyed it a lot," Roy whispered. "You have barely started experiencing the possible pleasures of sex," I said. "There is a wide world of pleasure possible. It's not complicated. You are a nice guy and I am a nice guy. We are just enjoying each other. There are no strings attached and no complications." I took his cock into my mouth and resumed sucking. His cock had softened a little, but immediately responded. A little later his mouth was on my cock. I tasted a little spurt of precum from his cock. I knew it would be okay. It took him a few minutes to get into it, but soon he had most of it in his throat. I tend to ooze and he seemed to like that. I was milking him and he copied my movements. He liked my ball juices. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I don't want to take you somewhere you don't want to go. Have you ever done this before?" "It's really exciting," he said. "I played around with a cousin when I was a kid. I was too scared to suck, but it was fun. Ronnie, that was my cousin's name, told me he messed around with an older guy. That was really fun he said." "Did you ever meet this guy?" "Sort off," he replied. "Ronnie and I played at a swimming hole. I went there hoping to meet him. He came with an older man. I was in the bushes and just watched. The man was Tommy Smith. He was my dad's best friend. I thought he might just have happened to be there, but he stripped naked and jumped in the water with Ronnie. I was too embarrassed to join them." "When they came out of the water, both of them were hard. I had seen Ronnie hard, but Tommy was a surprise. I hadn't guessed he was that big. Ronnie sucked him and then Tommy sucked Ronnie. I hadn't guessed he would do that; he liked it too. A little later Tommy had Ronnie's legs on his shoulders and he was fucking. Tommy bellowed when he shot off, but then he pulled out and sucked Ronnie off. He ate Ronnie's cum. I didn't know you could do that." "Did you tell Ronnie that you were watching?" I asked. "No, Ronnie was a few years older than men and a few weeks later he went off and joined the army. My dad and Tommy liked hunting and fishing alone. I saw a few glances between them," he said. "Did you ever connect with Tommy?" "No, but I thought about him a lot," Roy said. "It's hard to believe Ronnie would let Tommy get in him. Tommy liked it, but Ronnie seemed to like it too. I can't imagine what it feels like. You look a little like Tommy." "Do you like that?" I asked. Roy nodded. The phone rang and I was needed at school. I left and went to a meeting with the University attorneys. Since I had Roy at my apartment, they wanted to know more about his involvement. I explained the situation. The meeting ran for two hours. When I returned to my apartment I found Roy talking with Dunlop. It was a conversation about sin and pleasure. Roy was attracted to men, and found sex with me intensely exciting and pleasurable. He was a true born-again who suspected deep in his heart that pleasure was sinful and intense pleasure was even more sinful. Dunlop claimed that Roy was an Old Testament Christian. Many born-agains prefer the strict and violent God of the Old Testament who likes to punish, torture and kill sinners to the forgiving and loving God of Jesus. The love thy neighbor and forgive your enemies theme had little appeal. It was more important to find Noah's Arc that to ponder the meaning of the Sermon on the Mount. "I think that using another person for your own sexual pleasure is a sin; sharing sexual pleasure with a friend is not," Dunlop explained. "Deceit and treachery are the sins, not the sex. It is the same way with money. Money isn't in itself sinful; it is the way you make it. Honest labor is good. If you make a great invention, you are due the profits from that invention. If you stole the invention or made your profit by cheating your employees of their far wages, it is sinful." The conversation was long and extended. We went out to dinner and I feel asleep. The next day was Monday and I was on duty. I was to testify at a court hearing about the protests. I met with the university lawyers at 8:00 and was due at court for the hearing at 10:00. I am not a great fan of lawyers but I admit there is a great difference between good lawyers and bad lawyers. The University Lawyers were very good. The protestors' lawyers were poor. They opened the defense by misstating the Constitution, and then made the claim that the City had no right or need to maintain the free flow of traffic on public right-of-ways, and thus had no standing in the case. They followed this with a claim that criminal acts committed for Jesus were protected by the Bill of Rights. I was watching the Judge who didn't quite gape in amazement at these claims, but he came close. The University lawyers said the school was a bastion of free speech and the University had bent over backwards to accommodate free speech. They said that the students and faculty of the school had the same rights to free speech and there are no circumstances when one side of a debate is allowed the resolve the issue by attacking the other. The Judge adjourned the case for a week, but expressed concern that the case might end in a mistrial due to the incompetence of the defense lawyers. He said that serious jail time of five to ten years was possible for assault and battery. "This is not a political or constitutional question, it is a simple criminal case. It was an unprovoked attack with injuries," he explained. I called Roy and told him the case was postponed. He was confused. He wanted to go home, but he wasn't sure he was welcome there. He was unemployed and homeless. Dunlop was trying to find a place for him to live. His church had an extensive social ministry. The cable news channels had extensive coverage of the court case. He had watched it and when I returned home, he was disturbed. The defense case was subject to considerable merriment on the television. The media treated it as little more than a joke, and one channel had a long list of the major errors of fact in the defense case. Roy wasn't disturbed by that. He realized that the demonstrators were left out to dry in favor of what was little more than a publicity stunt. They were facing jail time and his former church did not give a damn. That night, he fucked me. I had sucked him to an erection and then I sat on his cock. He liked it. He didn't actually say he liked it. I interpreted it from his moans. At first, I just sat still and let him get used to the tight warmth. His cock was a good size for me, filling, but not oversized. I squeezed tight and began to massage it. Eventually I got on my back and gave him control. He thrust vigorously for a while and then was still. I felt him squirting his man seed in my ass. I watched his face as he ejaculated. He was calm and serene. His look suggested he had discovered the secret of life. He left his cock in me after the orgasm. I used me sphincter to milk the last drops of semen from his cock. The next morning he was still in bed with me. "Was it good last night?" he asked in a whisper. "Oh yes, it was," I replied. "I could tell it was good for you too." "I thought it might be dirty, but it wasn't," I said. "It was beautiful. I couldn't sleep last night thinking about it." "Do you want to fuck me again?" "I do, but that's not what I was thinking about," Roy said. "I was thinking about you being in me. Do you ever think about that?" "I think about that all the time," I said. "I was hoping someday you might invite me in. is this that day?" "Yes it is," Roy replied. I took my time and opened him slowly. He was tight but relaxed some. When my knob rubbed his prostate, he surrendered to the pleasure. I pulled out and let him fuck me for a while, and then re-entered him. Each time we did that, he was more open and responsive. By the time he feel asleep that night, he was mine and I was his.