Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2010 05:29:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Rudolph and his Pals 4 I don't think Doofus saw me; he was totally occupied by the cock in his ass. I lost my concentration and Rico's cock slipped deeper into me and hit a near perfect spot. I began to twitch my cock and rub Rico's member against my prostate; it was lovely. The milkman continued to suck and I zoned out in a sexual haze. My experiences as a bottom could not have been less like Rico's quick penetration and deep thrust. It's odd, but I felt as if I could spend the rest of my life with this stranger's dick up my ass. It was just beautiful. I was masturbating his cock with my ass. I didn't want him to shoot off, but I had a need to reward him. Making friends is hard for me, but I knew Rico would become a friend. "We have a full afternoon ahead, he whispered. I'm going to pull out and let's cool off." I didn't want for him to do that, but I saw his point. By now Doofus was on his back. Gus had put him down and another man was easing his organ into Doofus' ass. Gus came over to me and he introduced himself. "I'm Gussy. Damn you look good." "This sure seems to be a friendly place," "Calvin said you were Doofus' cousin. Put me on your dance card," he said. "Did Rico shoot his wad up your ass?" "No, he's saving it for later." "I love sloppy seconds. Shit I love sloppy fifth or sixths," Gus said as he dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. As he did that he worked a finger into my ass. His finger went searching for my prostate and found it quickly. I moaned when he pressed the tender gland. Gus grunted in approval. "You've got good cock drool; I love that," he remarked, " It's sweet and plentiful. Does your cousin have the same?" "I don't know. We aren't playmates," I replied. Gus got up and went off. I was alone for a second or two. I had a chance to look around the room. It was glass on three sides, but the greenery outside was so thick, it was private. I wasn't at all uncomfortable being naked. A Mutt and Jeff type couple came over to me. The big one was Steve who was a blond, Grizzly Adams type. With a full beard, deep tan, pale blue eyes, he was about as handsome man as I had ever seen. He was covered in curly blond hair. While it was a thick coat, you could see the muscular body below. I guess he could have been Wotan or some other Nordic god. Steve was a professor of Biology at Penn. The short one was Johnny, a house painter. He was more hair than man, almost chimpanzee-like. He wasn't handsome at all. Johnny was quiet and a bit shy. Steve was a wild man. "Hi, Dolph, I'm new here to," he said. "This is my second party. Friendly guys here, aren't they?" "Friendly hardly describes it," I replied. "It's hard for me to believe I'm here. It's a fantasy." "That's the way it struck me," Steve said. "I didn't know men could do this. Not only is it real, they are nice guys too. There are no strings attached; there are no hidden agendas." As we talked Johnny bent over and began to suck me. Steve was wearing a strange looking necklace. It was a small bottle of lubricant and a bottle of poppers. When Johnnie bent over, Steve squirted some lube on his hand and a coated his cock. He had a beauty. It was average in length but thick. He nuzzled his cock in Johnny's hole and made a quick, hard thrust. Johnnie moaned as Steve's cock slid in deep. Steve continued to talk as he slowly massaged Johnny's rectum. "To tell you the truth, I didn't know fucking could be this good until I met Johnnie. He 100% bottom and 100% pig too," he explained. "There is no wincing, or gritting his teeth in pain. It all good for him and all good for me. Give him a try," he added as he pulled out and rotated Johnnie so his ass was at my cock's level. "I'm not lubricated," I protested. "Don't worry. Johnnie been sucking you. He loves spit lube." I was hard and put my cock head at Johnny's rather puffy hole. Steve gave him a push and he was impaled on my cock. I discovered Johnny could do with his ass, what most men could only do with their mouths. His ass lips swallowed my cock. His innards were hot, juicy and welcoming. He seemed to have a prehensile ass; his ass gripped my cock. He relaxed as I slipped in, but tensed up, grabbing my cock as I pulled out. I got the impression he was milking me. Steve fed Johnny his cock as I fucked. A man I didn't know was behind me. He started playing with my tits and rubbing his furry torso against my back. His cock rubbed my crack. It seemed to me I should at least know the man's name before I let him in my ass, but my body had other thoughts. I almost unconsciously moved my legs wider to give him better access. He immediately shifted to take advantage of the opening. He was thick compared to Rico's thin probe. "Take your time and take it easy, Ben," Steve said. "Ease it in." When I heard his name, I relaxed a little and his knob popped through my sphincter. There was a brief twinge of pain, but once the knob was in me it was fine. When Ben pushed deeper I began to bend over Johnny. Ben's cock must have consisted of a big head crowning a slender shaft. I could feel the head move in me. "Damn you're hot!" Ben exclaimed. "It feels good in you. Rico said you were good." I didn't know him but there was nothing wrong with his fucking technique. I was still slowly fucking Johnny as Ben poked me. He quickly picked up on my rhythm and as his cock head rubbed my prostate, I would push deeper and rub Johnny's nut. It got to be nice undulating movement. Ben was getting hot and bothered, and he suddenly rammed me three times hard. I was annoyed when he stopped, but then felt a tickling in my ass. Ben was unloading. Ben pulled out slowly and another cock entered me. This cock was bigger than Ben, or Rico's organ, but I was into it big time now and I had no problem. This was the third cock in a half hour to visit my ass and somehow that seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. The large cock pressed somethung in my ass that opened up new sensations I had never experienced before. I was savoring the feeling when I lost control and shot off in Johnnie. It was wonderful. We broke apart. I needed a rest. The last man in my ass was a guy named Mitch. He was a brick mason friend of Roy. Mitch was brawny, hairy and weather beaten. He was in good shape, but that was more due to his work than time at the gym. He had a cleft palate, but that had been mostly fixed. He had salt and pepper hair, but the salt was definitely winning. His white streaked beard made him look like and oversized Schnauzer. His brown eyes twinkled. Technically Mitch was ugly, but he was ugly in the way a good-natured mutt is. He would never win an award at a dog show, but he would always be a good friend. He held me as I came down from my sexual high. "You shot a good one," he murmured. "You must have been saving up. I love watching a man shoot his load. It's the next best thing to shooting your own. You took my cock like a pro. Some guys have trouble with it, but you were great. You opened wide to let me in, but were nice and tight once I got in." He continued talking as he caressed me. Eventually I got under control and I saw his cock for the first time. He was half hard now and it was a good seven inches and thick too. His knob had retreated into his foreskin and it looked as it if were the size of an apple. "You fucked me with that?" I exclaimed incredulously. "Every inch was in you. It was beautiful for me. I hope it was good for you." "Well I shot off!" Mitch laughed. "Well, you were in Johnny's ass. He's one hell of a bottom. That may have played a role," he whispered. "Your ass is better for me than Johnny's hole." As he said that, I noticed his cock head was emerging from the foreskin. We were on our backs on a quilt that had been spread on the floor. I got up; straddled him and sat on his cock. It again slid in effortlessly. "You must be a mind reader," he moaned. "Why don't you do a little pole dance and we can see what happens?" I did as he asked, and in a few seconds Mitch's cock reached full size and waves of emotion crashed over me. Ten minutes later he shot off in my ass. I could feel the force of his ejaculations as his man seed flooded my ass I was happy as I could be. I hadn't noticed we attracted a small group of cheerleaders who had watched us. Gus was one of them. He lifted me off of Mitch's cock. I was a little shaky. Some cum drooled out of my ass. "Damn, that's beautiful," the Milkman exclaimed. He was a member of the audience. Gus held me and then bent me over as he popped his cock into my cum-filled ass. I didn't think he fucked me as much as he stopped the leak. "I love it when a man's hole is filled. Just think about all that joy and pleasure it took to fill you," Gus whispered as he gently pulsed his cock in my well-used ass. "Let me ask you something. Milkman and his pal have a real warm spot for man seed. They like it fresh, but they also like it stewed in a hot ass. Would you mind if they cleaned up what ever drools form your ass as I fuck you? They'd be the happiest men in the world." "They want it from my ass?" "They sure do." I didn't exactly say yes, but I definitely didn't say no. We got on a chair. Milkman and Hugo worked their magic. Gus sat in a chair so they had access to my cock and ass. I soon realized Gus and Milkman had worked this out in advance. Roy called it dip-sticking. Gus would ease his cock out off my ass, letting some cum drool out. Hugo would lick up the drool, and Milkman would clean up Gus's cock. When all was cleaned up, Gus would re enter me and churn up what remained in my ass. I hadn't noticed Hugo before. He must have entered while I was occupied. Hugo was a young handsome man who had a powerful need for man seed. While the two men took care of the drool. They didn't ignore my cock. The tongues in my ass were nice too. With all the multiple penetrations, my ass was getting relaxed and wasn't closing up as Gus withdrew. Milkman loved that, "Dolph, I have a favor to ask of you," Gus asked after we had been at it for a while. "I would love to shoot in you. Would you mind?" "Not at all. That seems to be water under the bridge isn't it?" "I like to be polite," Gus replied. He stopped massaging my ass and began to fuck. It only took a few deep thrusts and he shot off. Gus pulled out leaving only his cock head in my ass as he shot. When he finished ejaculating he pulled out. Hugo went after Gus's still twitching member. Milkman got his tongue inside my still open hole. Gus's cum was just inside the sphincter and Milkman got it fresh. "Time for refreshments men!" Roy announced. "I'm busy," Johnny said. "Tough shit! You know the rules. We all need a break, even if you don't think so," Roy commanded. He was a leader of men, and all obeyed. The food was good and refreshing. I was thirsty too. As I calmed down, I realized I had participated in my first real orgy. I could visualize an Attila the Hun type orgy and a Marquis De Sade orgy, but not a middle aged men having fun orgy. There was no stress; no one seemed to force anyone to do anything. It was wild, but painless. While I had almost no successful experiences in bottoming before, now I was expert. Not only was it good, I had taken a cock much bigger than I would ever have dared. Somehow four men I didn't know an hour and a half before had fucked me, and I was all right with it. I enjoyed it. I mentioned this to Roy. "This group isn't just a bunch of men who happened to drop by this afternoon," he said. "I've known some guys, like Gus, Johnny and Mitch for years. Ricco and Steve are the most recent men to join our merry band. Everyone is here because he likes sex, is a bit adventurous, but most of all because he is generous. At first I thought this generosity was sexual, but I know now it covers every aspect of their personalities. They all are willing to give more than they take. By the way, as far as I can tell, you meet all the qualifications," Roy said. "Your cousin is a bit of a johnny one note, but he sure likes that one note." "The bottom?" Roy smiled and got close to me. "I think he bottoms because he thinks that's what he deserves. It's punishment for being a bad boy and having evil desires. He told me Calvin was the first man to fuck him that he really enjoyed. " "Calvin has a friendly cock?" Roy laughed. "You could tell Mitch was a nice guy making a social call on your prostate, not a jerk trying to get is rocks off, couldn't you." "I didn't think of it in those terms, but yes," I said. "Actually, that was true of all the men." "After you've been with us a few times you will know the ropes. Calvin came over to us with Doofus in tow. "And are you having a good time?" he asked. "It's more than good," I said. "How are you doing, Doofus?" "Actually, I'm dizzy," he replied. "It's fun, but . . ." "But what?" Calvin asked. "Doofus, my boy, I think you just can't admit you're having fun. You know a taste for man sex runs in the family." "Mom said it was a black mark on the family," Doofus replied. "Your mother sounds like a nasty woman," Roy said. "Dad said she was difficult. Mom said she just had standards." "Did you meet her standards?" Roy asked. "Nor really," Doofus replied. "Dolph was a genius and made big money. I'm just a smuck." "Maybe I'm a genius, but she never said a civil word to me," I interjected. "Did anyone meet her standards?" Calvin asked. "Not really. She thought the preacher at church was okay I guess." "I hate to break this to you at this late date, but Doofus my boy, the problem was with your mother, not you," Calvin said. "Your mom, Flo was a sour woman. Nothing was good enough for her. Your dad, Max had a good job, gave her a beautiful house, did most of the housekeeping and cooked most of your meals. She was disappointed in him and in you as well as your sister. Your sister was a straight A student. That didn't effect your mom's attitude to her, did it? There was nothing wrong with anyone, except your mom," I said. "She couldn't be pleased." Doofus didn't say anything, but I think something might have sunk in. Hugo joined us with an older man. They had overheard the conversation. Hugo introduced the older man as HH. "My dad was aloof and cold to me, especially after the divorce. From a young age I liked men and by the time I was 12, I was terrified he would find out. It was a bad divorce and my mother made sure I knew just how bad my father was. Somehow it never occurred to me he supported us and sent me to college. I later discovered I was living in fantasy world of abandonment and abuse created by my mother," Hugo said, "It wasn't true." "My father moved to Los Angles after the divorce and I didn't see him often. My mother wouldn't let me go to see him and when he visited the East Coast, she arranged a vacation trip for us so I wouldn't be here. When she died six years ago I found boxes of undelivered Christmas and birthday presents in a barn behind the house, along with hundreds of letters. She manufactured the estrangement," he continued. "Did you ever get back together with your Dad?" I asked. "The whole thing screwed me up. I was dazed and confused. I was definitely in the self hating fag category. Fortunately I ran into Roy and Mitch. You may have noticed they have a very effective course of treatment that seems to cure that?" "I've noticed that," I replied. "Well, I was here at the annual Halloween party. Of course, it was naked except for ski masks. I met HH there," Hugo continued. "He was an old friend of Gus visiting from the West Coast. Gus introduced us. Well, HH and I really hit it off. I'm always a bit up-tight, but I lost it with HH. We did it all and wanted more. I took his cum. I had never done that before." I suddenly realized where the story was going. "I take it there was something about his sperm that seemed familiar?" I looked at the two men. Hugo was tall, pale and thin with black hair on his chest and a river of hair connecting it to this thick bush. HH was deeply tanned and thick white fur on his chest. He was heavier, but muscular. His pubic hair was still black but it graded to white as it got closer to his chest. In some ways HH was a photographic negative of Hugo. "It may sound "Twilight Zone" like, but there was. I had never been so turned on in my life," Hugo admitted. "We liked the same things, his cock was a perfect fit for my mouth and in my ass. I fit him as well as he fit me." "I hate to seem like your basic sex crazed fag, but Hugo and I sexually connected without any formalities like getting each others name," HH added. "When the masks came off, I vaguely felt he resembled someone, but I wasn't sure who. My ex wife never sent photos." Hugo continued, "I told him my name was Hugo. He said, "What a coincidence, my name is Hugo too. It's rare to run into another one. Well, let me introduce myself properly, I'm Hugo Haverfield." "Talk about a coincidence, I'm Hugo Haverfield too!" HH said. "That was when I realized we were in a real reenactment of a boring play by Sophocles." "Shit," I said. I am not what you would call a phrase maker. I was also fully erect. "Sorry about that." I said when my cock twitched. Hugo and HH laughed. "You can't fool mother nature," HH said. "When you're at a naked party with other gay men you might as well relax and let it all hang out. It's hanging out anyway. There is no way you can make it do anything other that what it wants to do. Go with the flow." "I hadn't seen Dad in 25 years when we met here; the divorce was 10 years before that, " Hugo said. "We were complete strangers. It was strange when we found out, but that didn't last long. We had already done just about everything two guys could do." "I noticed you seem to still like cum?" I asked. "I didn't expect that, but I've gotten to be obsessed with it," Hugo said. "I've become accustomed to getting drained a few times a week," HH said. "Do you share Hugo's interest?" I asked. "Not like Hugo," he replied. "I tend to like younger men's seed. Hugo likes it more mature." By now there had been no sex for almost a half an hour. The sperm factories were filling the balls and cocks were rising. Somehow. A few minutes later I was in a quartet with Hugo, HH and Doofus. That was a total surprise.