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I was perfectly willing to spend the rest of my life fucking Billy. But try
as I might, basic biology took over and I shot my load deep in the football
players ass. Ari seemed to enjoy the show, but not as much as Billy. The
lights turned on again and Ari rushed off to make dinner. By the time
dinner was over the sky had cleared and it was a beautiful evening.
The beach was entirely empty that night so we went swimming, and then
returned to the house for a nightcap. Ari held Billy as I fucked him a
second time. Ari seemed to enjoy his friend's pleasure as I pumped in his
ass. The two friends talked continuously. Billy described what he was
feeling and Ari made suggestions as to other things to do. Billy loosened
up quite a bit between the two fuckings and I wondered that if we did this
enough he would be able to take Ari's cock.
They were remarkably unselfconscious about their sexual interests. Billy
didn't mind telling his best friend what my cock felt like as it popped
through the sphincter and into the chute, ramming his prostate. Ari spread
Billy's legs wider when said he was ready to pop. It didn't seem to bother
Ari that this best friend was having an orgasm courtesy of another guy's
cock.
I went home and left the old friends to spend the night together. I didn't
want to be a fifth wheel in their relationship. While Billy said they were
just pals and playmates, I could see it was much more than that. Billy
went off to a speaking engagement the next morning.
I saw Ari every day, but we got together once or twice a week. He liked to
cook and clearly regarded me as a culinary charity case. We went to plays
and exhibitions from time to time and grew to be good friends. As I got to
know Ari, I got to like him more. He didn't have a formal education of any
account. He had dropped out of school and worked in his father's
restaurant. Ari never spoke of his parents except respectfully, but I
guessed that his father drank, and that Ari needed to fill in when there
were problems. His personality and drive made up for his poor education.
Ari's house had no books or magazines in it at all, except for books on
birds. He loved birds, and the primary reason he moved to the beach was to
watch them. His interests had moved well beyond the amateur and he kept a
journal of sightings and activities. He was a member of the Audubon Society
and Sierra club and was a generous donor.
In the late October Ari called me up and asked me to come over and meet
another friend of his. I had my heart set on another retired football
player, but when Ari opened the door, the other man in the living room
looked like Grizzly Adams' father.
"John! Meet professor Gil Richards, specialist in seabirds of the Gulf
Coast!" Ari said. We shook hands and sat down. Unlike Wild Billy, there was
no prohibition of shop talk here, it was an all bird conversation. Gil was
heavily bearded with a main of grey-blond hair. He was dressed like a model
in the L. L. Bean Catalog, all plaids and corduroy. He was a good 6-4 and
almost 300 pounds, more muscle than fat.
"I'm a retired professor from UVA." Gill said. "I'm trying to do a
comprehensive study of the birds of the Gulf Coast. Ari is to be the field
coordinator for this area." I liked birds, but had nowhere approaching the
enthusiasm that Ari had, but Gil described his study and it was
fascinating. He was trying to relate bird populations to pollution by
coordinating older studies with a new, comprehensive survey of the area. We
were in one of the under developed areas so they hoped they could relate
the populations of this area with the more developed districts.
Gil went off to a meeting, but was going to be back in time for dinner. I
stayed and soon I realized that I was being recruited into the project. Ari
was uncomfortable, which was unusual. He was typically direct. Finally he
spit it out.
"John. You know I'm not good at reading and writing?" He said. I
nodded. "Well, I really can't read. I never got the hang of it. No one
knows."
"Ari, we're friends. I wouldn't consider embarrassing you in any way.
Don't worry." I said.
"It's that I want to work on this project, but I can't do the reports. Gil
doesn't know about my problem." Ari said. "Could you help?"
"I'd like to, but I know nothing about birds." I said. "I'm not sure that I
can be that much help."
"Don't you worry about that!" He said, beaming with joy. "I know it all. I
can do the bird part if you can do the writing part." He got out his
journals. When he opened them, I realized that they were a complex
combination of writing and hieroglyphs. Ari had created a written language
al his own.
"Let me make a deal with you." I said.
"I'll let you suck my cock any time you want too?" He suggested a bit
uneasily.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I do that anyway." I said laughing. "No, if I
write it down, you learn how to write it with me. A deal?"
"It's a deal!" He said. "This is great! I'd love to drain the cum from
your balls now, but I need to make dinner!"
"Thanks, but Gil will be back any minute, anyway." I said. "It might be
too public a display of gratitude!"
"Believe me. Gil would have no problem with that. As long as he gets a
piece of the action!" Ari said.
"Gil's a member of your fan club?" I asked.
"More like I'm a member of his! I'm close to being a charter member." Ari
said. "We have a mutual admiration society." There was a knock at the door
and Gil returned. I got drinks while Ari worked in the kitchen. It was
near dark and we had a good view of a spectacular sunset over the Gulf. I
went home to get another bottle of wine, and found my answering machine
blinking. My grandson and daughter-in-law had been in a bad automobile
accident. I called my son, then the airline. There was a plane leaving
Orlando at midnight. I got the ticket and then called Ari and told him I
was on my way to Connecticut.
He offered to drive me to the airport, but it was easier for me to park my
car there and have it ready when I got back. I put some clothes in a
suitcase and was on the road by 6:00. The next weeks were a blur.
I played utility for my son, doing what needed to be done. This included
babysitting for his two older c***dren, cooking, and being generally
supportive. My daughter was in California and wasn't able to get away. The
in-laws arrived. I had never liked my daughter-in-law's parents much. They
were born-again and looked at me, and just about everyone else,
askance. They were so concerned and worried and didn't do shit. They were
pray-ers not do-ers. I prayed some, but there was a hell of a lot more
doing on my part.
The neighbors were great, and the friends were helpful. Alan and Peter, my
uninjured grandsons, were nice k**s. They at eight and ten they didn't
really know how bad things were, but they were willing to be helpful any
way they could. My microwave and frozen food diet was my grandc***dren's
dream come true. Their Mom was into heath food. They took baths when told
and were ready for car pool every morning. I found out later that these
were the basis of major battles every morning with my daughter-in-law.
The crisis passed. It's amazing that a serious injury can be critical on
one day, and then all but vanish the next. The injuries were serious but
didn't cause long term damage.
After two weeks I realized that my son and I were more alike than I had
realized. I stopped thinking of him as a k**. He was an adult and made
intelligent and rational decisions without parental guidance. My daughter
finally arrived with a two-week vacation in hand to take over from
me. Elizabeth was a lawyer. She, rather oddly, got along well with the
k**s, and was actually pleasant to her sister-in-law. I got back to Florida
near the end of November.
I called Ari and told him I was on the way back. He was at the airport. We
had the keys to each other's cars and he figured that he would check it out
after it hadn't run for almost a month. That wasn't a problem, since it
had been stolen. It was an old Toyota, so it was no loss. I was shocked
at how pleased I was to see him. I had missed him.
He filled me in on all the local doings as we drove home. My house was in
better shape than I had left it. Ari had his cleaning lady give it a
complete cleaning, and he had dinner ready at his house. He had two
cousins, Elinor and Eddie, visiting. They were in the restaurant business
too, but had no interest in birds or anything other than a visit to Disney
World. I collected some of Ari's bird notes and took them home and rewrote
them on my computer.
It was nice to be home after caring for c***dren for most of a month. I had
hoped for a long night of sex, but the cousins made that impossible, so I
typed. Ari called me the next day and said he was off to Disney World with
his relatives, and would I like to come over for Thanksgiving dinner. I
said sure. He then told me that Billy and Gil would be there, so I should
not plan anything for the weekend. I got an erection just thinking about
it. I told Ari not to worry. My social calendar was empty.
Thanksgiving was a week away and I felt like a k** waiting for Christmas. I
was ready. I got calls from my in laws asking if I wanted to come to dinner
at their house in Ohio. I said I was terribly sorry, but I was too
tired. They didn't cook turkeys. They treated the bird as a burnt
offering. My c***dren called worried that I would have a hard time at the
holidays without Helen. I toyed with the idea of telling them that I was
going to spend the holiday in a wild homosexual orgy, but decided against
it.
Gill arrived in Jacksonville on Wednesday and Billy arrived in Orlando at
the same time so I went to pick up Gil and Ari got Billy. Gil was bigger
and more impressive than I remembered. He was cordial and affable.
"How's your family?" He asked. "Things sounded desperate when you left."
"All turned out as well as could be expected. No permanent damage." I
said. "Thanks for asking."
"Ari told me you were good friends." Gill said. "He said he clued you in on
our relationship? He told me you were, what they call in the personal adds,
open minded?" I laughed.
"I guess that's what they call it." I said. "I seem to be a lot more open
minded when Ari is around than I ever was before."
"It's the same with me. I had no idea I was into that stuff until Ari wove
his magic spell." Gil said. "I liked men, but didn't ever think I'd act on
my likes."
"I think it's his cock." I said. "It's so big, I just got carried away.
Although it may be one of the things that once you try it, it's hard to
stop."
"You want to stop it?" Gil asked, incredulously.
"Hell no." I said laughing. "I just can't get enough of it."
"It's the same with me." Gil said. "Gay guys are supposed to like boys and
queens. I like big, hairy men. Ari's cock is huge, but the rest of him is
about as masculine as a guy can get. I must be gay because I like sex with
men, but I don't want effeminate men or hairless beach bunnies."
"I fell the same way. I seem to like women who are feminine and men who are
masculine." I said. "That seems to be the opposite of the standard images
of gay guys. I didn't know that I like men better than women until I met
Ari. He a testosterone cocktail. It's hard to believe that any more
masculine characteristics could be wedged into a single human being." Gil
laughed.
"You just wait until we all get naked tonight! Have you met Billy?" Gil
asked.
"Two months ago, he's a nice guy." I said. "He seems to define open
minded."
"I've never been with him, so it will be a new experience for me." Gil
said. We got home before Ari was back so we went to my house. The phone
message machine was blinking. I pressed the play button with
trepidation. It was a salesman for vinyl siding.
Ari arrived so we went over to his house. Gil and Billy looked each other
over and were obviously pleased with what then saw. I fixed drinks for
everyone while Ari put a casserole in the oven to warm up for dinner. I
pulled the d****s and Ari turned on a gas log in the fireplace. Like most
Florida houses, it was under heated. The fire made the room warm and cozy.
It got warmer when Ari suggested that Gil and Billy shower after the long
day of traveling. They excused them selves and disappeared into the guest
room. Gil emerged wearing shorts and a mesh tee shirt. Billy was wearing
the see through mesh shorts and a matching shirt. By the time dinner was
done and we had demolished several bottles of wine, we were mellow. The
room seemed downright hot.
"What's for desert?" Billy asked. He winked at Ari. "Dinner was great, but
I was hoping for something light."
"I was hoping you guys could help me out on that." Ari said. "I planned on
steaming, hot man seed, served straight from the cum factory." Ari slipped
his hand in Billy's shorts and cupped Billy's bull balls.
"All protein and no fat, I think." Gil said. "Zero calories."
"Spoken like a true professor of biology!" I said as I dropped to my knees
and slid his shorts down, burying my face in his crotch. It must have
taken all of twenty seconds for us all to be naked and sucking on the
oriental rug in front of the fire.
Gil's cock was hidden in the thickest mass of pubic hair I had ever
seen. His dick was cut, a little shorter and a bit thicker than mine, a
true beer can cock. He was a leaker. My experience with men wasn't great,
but I couldn't imagine more pre cum that he oozed. It was like a leaking
faucet. I also hadn't realized what a turn on that was. Ari and Bill oozed
as they neared a climax. The taste of Gil's pre cum must have triggered
intense reactions in me. I was really enthusiastic.
I discovered the source of the fluid. Gil had a nice cock, but tangerine
for balls, packaged in low hanging sack. They were industrial strength seed
makers.
"Time to trade partners!" Ari said. "Let's all get acquainted." He paired
Gill and Billy together as he sucked me. I finally got to his cock. I felt
like a man dying of thirst in the dessert who finds an oasis. The huge
shaft must have all but touched my tonsils. We soon formed a daisy chain,
linked by our erect cocks to each other. Gil and I popped together, feeding
Ari and Billy respectively. Ari ejaculated what must have been several cups
of cum in my mouth. Gill was moaning as billy let loose. We were four very
happy guys. We rested on the floor, slowly coming down from the high. I
licked Ari's cock head every time a bead of cum emerged.
"Damn it boys! That was good!" Billy said. "Sucking cock is quite the ice
breaker, isn't it Gil?"
"If that's the way you make friends, Billy, you must be a popular guy!" Gil
said laughing. "You've got a beautiful piece of meat there."
"Thanks, this has been great." Billy added. "I only wish I had started this
earlier. I have thirty years of no cock sucking to make up for."
"Are we all regretting a virtuous youth?" I asked. Everyone laughed.
"Sort of." Gil said. "But I never encountered guys as attractive you. If
your going to start late you might as well start with the best."
"Most people seem to think I should be the poster boy for hair removal
products!" Ari said. He was laughing, but there was a tinge of concern in
his voice. He must have heard the Gorilla beach comments.
"You're a fur ball of fun, and one of the nicest guys I know." Gil
said. Ari oozed a big drip of cum and I lapped it up. Ari was happy.
"I have a little request of you all." Billy said. "Just a request, not a
demand."
"Shoot." Ari said.
"Gil, you wouldn't know this, but the last time I was here, John and I got
into some anal." Billy said. "Ari and I had always been oral before that."
He paused. "Well, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I was hoping we might do
some more exploring this weekend." Ari oozed again. I licked again.
"Why not?" Gil said. "I don't mind learning new tricks."
"Well, you guys know I was a quarterback?"
"I heard a rumor to that effect!" Ari laughed. "It was a hobby of yours for
20 years, as I recall."
"I wasn't a receiver. I tossed the ball." Billy said.
"You want to pitch rather than catch?" I said. Billy burst out laughing.
"Wrong game!" He said. "But that's the idea. I'd like to pitch and I
wondered if any of you would mind catching." There was a silence.
"I don't know if I'd like it, but I don't mind experimenting." Gill
said. "Scientific interest you know." He winked. "I thought about it a
lot. The idea doesn't bother me."
"I'm in the same boat, willing to run it up the flagpole and see who
salutes." I said. Ari laughed.
"Are you sure we're talking about a flag pole?" He said. "The nice thing a
sex play with men, is that we all know how to salute!" He paused. "I have a
confession to make. I've caught one or twice, and had no problem. I'd love
to top someone and enjoy it. I mean. I'd like them to enjoy it. I'm in my
60s and have this fuck tool that's still got its training wheels on it.
Everyone admires it, but are too afraid to use it."
"We have four cocks, four ass holes and four willing men." Billy said.
"And four days!" I added.
"It seems to me that if we put our minds to it, we should be able to work
something out." Bill said.
"Or in!" Gil added. He seemed almost enthusiastic.
as I might, basic biology took over and I shot my load deep in the football
players ass. Ari seemed to enjoy the show, but not as much as Billy. The
lights turned on again and Ari rushed off to make dinner. By the time
dinner was over the sky had cleared and it was a beautiful evening.
The beach was entirely empty that night so we went swimming, and then
returned to the house for a nightcap. Ari held Billy as I fucked him a
second time. Ari seemed to enjoy his friend's pleasure as I pumped in his
ass. The two friends talked continuously. Billy described what he was
feeling and Ari made suggestions as to other things to do. Billy loosened
up quite a bit between the two fuckings and I wondered that if we did this
enough he would be able to take Ari's cock.
They were remarkably unselfconscious about their sexual interests. Billy
didn't mind telling his best friend what my cock felt like as it popped
through the sphincter and into the chute, ramming his prostate. Ari spread
Billy's legs wider when said he was ready to pop. It didn't seem to bother
Ari that this best friend was having an orgasm courtesy of another guy's
cock.
I went home and left the old friends to spend the night together. I didn't
want to be a fifth wheel in their relationship. While Billy said they were
just pals and playmates, I could see it was much more than that. Billy
went off to a speaking engagement the next morning.
I saw Ari every day, but we got together once or twice a week. He liked to
cook and clearly regarded me as a culinary charity case. We went to plays
and exhibitions from time to time and grew to be good friends. As I got to
know Ari, I got to like him more. He didn't have a formal education of any
account. He had dropped out of school and worked in his father's
restaurant. Ari never spoke of his parents except respectfully, but I
guessed that his father drank, and that Ari needed to fill in when there
were problems. His personality and drive made up for his poor education.
Ari's house had no books or magazines in it at all, except for books on
birds. He loved birds, and the primary reason he moved to the beach was to
watch them. His interests had moved well beyond the amateur and he kept a
journal of sightings and activities. He was a member of the Audubon Society
and Sierra club and was a generous donor.
In the late October Ari called me up and asked me to come over and meet
another friend of his. I had my heart set on another retired football
player, but when Ari opened the door, the other man in the living room
looked like Grizzly Adams' father.
"John! Meet professor Gil Richards, specialist in seabirds of the Gulf
Coast!" Ari said. We shook hands and sat down. Unlike Wild Billy, there was
no prohibition of shop talk here, it was an all bird conversation. Gil was
heavily bearded with a main of grey-blond hair. He was dressed like a model
in the L. L. Bean Catalog, all plaids and corduroy. He was a good 6-4 and
almost 300 pounds, more muscle than fat.
"I'm a retired professor from UVA." Gill said. "I'm trying to do a
comprehensive study of the birds of the Gulf Coast. Ari is to be the field
coordinator for this area." I liked birds, but had nowhere approaching the
enthusiasm that Ari had, but Gil described his study and it was
fascinating. He was trying to relate bird populations to pollution by
coordinating older studies with a new, comprehensive survey of the area. We
were in one of the under developed areas so they hoped they could relate
the populations of this area with the more developed districts.
Gil went off to a meeting, but was going to be back in time for dinner. I
stayed and soon I realized that I was being recruited into the project. Ari
was uncomfortable, which was unusual. He was typically direct. Finally he
spit it out.
"John. You know I'm not good at reading and writing?" He said. I
nodded. "Well, I really can't read. I never got the hang of it. No one
knows."
"Ari, we're friends. I wouldn't consider embarrassing you in any way.
Don't worry." I said.
"It's that I want to work on this project, but I can't do the reports. Gil
doesn't know about my problem." Ari said. "Could you help?"
"I'd like to, but I know nothing about birds." I said. "I'm not sure that I
can be that much help."
"Don't you worry about that!" He said, beaming with joy. "I know it all. I
can do the bird part if you can do the writing part." He got out his
journals. When he opened them, I realized that they were a complex
combination of writing and hieroglyphs. Ari had created a written language
al his own.
"Let me make a deal with you." I said.
"I'll let you suck my cock any time you want too?" He suggested a bit
uneasily.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I do that anyway." I said laughing. "No, if I
write it down, you learn how to write it with me. A deal?"
"It's a deal!" He said. "This is great! I'd love to drain the cum from
your balls now, but I need to make dinner!"
"Thanks, but Gil will be back any minute, anyway." I said. "It might be
too public a display of gratitude!"
"Believe me. Gil would have no problem with that. As long as he gets a
piece of the action!" Ari said.
"Gil's a member of your fan club?" I asked.
"More like I'm a member of his! I'm close to being a charter member." Ari
said. "We have a mutual admiration society." There was a knock at the door
and Gil returned. I got drinks while Ari worked in the kitchen. It was
near dark and we had a good view of a spectacular sunset over the Gulf. I
went home to get another bottle of wine, and found my answering machine
blinking. My grandson and daughter-in-law had been in a bad automobile
accident. I called my son, then the airline. There was a plane leaving
Orlando at midnight. I got the ticket and then called Ari and told him I
was on my way to Connecticut.
He offered to drive me to the airport, but it was easier for me to park my
car there and have it ready when I got back. I put some clothes in a
suitcase and was on the road by 6:00. The next weeks were a blur.
I played utility for my son, doing what needed to be done. This included
babysitting for his two older c***dren, cooking, and being generally
supportive. My daughter was in California and wasn't able to get away. The
in-laws arrived. I had never liked my daughter-in-law's parents much. They
were born-again and looked at me, and just about everyone else,
askance. They were so concerned and worried and didn't do shit. They were
pray-ers not do-ers. I prayed some, but there was a hell of a lot more
doing on my part.
The neighbors were great, and the friends were helpful. Alan and Peter, my
uninjured grandsons, were nice k**s. They at eight and ten they didn't
really know how bad things were, but they were willing to be helpful any
way they could. My microwave and frozen food diet was my grandc***dren's
dream come true. Their Mom was into heath food. They took baths when told
and were ready for car pool every morning. I found out later that these
were the basis of major battles every morning with my daughter-in-law.
The crisis passed. It's amazing that a serious injury can be critical on
one day, and then all but vanish the next. The injuries were serious but
didn't cause long term damage.
After two weeks I realized that my son and I were more alike than I had
realized. I stopped thinking of him as a k**. He was an adult and made
intelligent and rational decisions without parental guidance. My daughter
finally arrived with a two-week vacation in hand to take over from
me. Elizabeth was a lawyer. She, rather oddly, got along well with the
k**s, and was actually pleasant to her sister-in-law. I got back to Florida
near the end of November.
I called Ari and told him I was on the way back. He was at the airport. We
had the keys to each other's cars and he figured that he would check it out
after it hadn't run for almost a month. That wasn't a problem, since it
had been stolen. It was an old Toyota, so it was no loss. I was shocked
at how pleased I was to see him. I had missed him.
He filled me in on all the local doings as we drove home. My house was in
better shape than I had left it. Ari had his cleaning lady give it a
complete cleaning, and he had dinner ready at his house. He had two
cousins, Elinor and Eddie, visiting. They were in the restaurant business
too, but had no interest in birds or anything other than a visit to Disney
World. I collected some of Ari's bird notes and took them home and rewrote
them on my computer.
It was nice to be home after caring for c***dren for most of a month. I had
hoped for a long night of sex, but the cousins made that impossible, so I
typed. Ari called me the next day and said he was off to Disney World with
his relatives, and would I like to come over for Thanksgiving dinner. I
said sure. He then told me that Billy and Gil would be there, so I should
not plan anything for the weekend. I got an erection just thinking about
it. I told Ari not to worry. My social calendar was empty.
Thanksgiving was a week away and I felt like a k** waiting for Christmas. I
was ready. I got calls from my in laws asking if I wanted to come to dinner
at their house in Ohio. I said I was terribly sorry, but I was too
tired. They didn't cook turkeys. They treated the bird as a burnt
offering. My c***dren called worried that I would have a hard time at the
holidays without Helen. I toyed with the idea of telling them that I was
going to spend the holiday in a wild homosexual orgy, but decided against
it.
Gill arrived in Jacksonville on Wednesday and Billy arrived in Orlando at
the same time so I went to pick up Gil and Ari got Billy. Gil was bigger
and more impressive than I remembered. He was cordial and affable.
"How's your family?" He asked. "Things sounded desperate when you left."
"All turned out as well as could be expected. No permanent damage." I
said. "Thanks for asking."
"Ari told me you were good friends." Gill said. "He said he clued you in on
our relationship? He told me you were, what they call in the personal adds,
open minded?" I laughed.
"I guess that's what they call it." I said. "I seem to be a lot more open
minded when Ari is around than I ever was before."
"It's the same with me. I had no idea I was into that stuff until Ari wove
his magic spell." Gil said. "I liked men, but didn't ever think I'd act on
my likes."
"I think it's his cock." I said. "It's so big, I just got carried away.
Although it may be one of the things that once you try it, it's hard to
stop."
"You want to stop it?" Gil asked, incredulously.
"Hell no." I said laughing. "I just can't get enough of it."
"It's the same with me." Gil said. "Gay guys are supposed to like boys and
queens. I like big, hairy men. Ari's cock is huge, but the rest of him is
about as masculine as a guy can get. I must be gay because I like sex with
men, but I don't want effeminate men or hairless beach bunnies."
"I fell the same way. I seem to like women who are feminine and men who are
masculine." I said. "That seems to be the opposite of the standard images
of gay guys. I didn't know that I like men better than women until I met
Ari. He a testosterone cocktail. It's hard to believe that any more
masculine characteristics could be wedged into a single human being." Gil
laughed.
"You just wait until we all get naked tonight! Have you met Billy?" Gil
asked.
"Two months ago, he's a nice guy." I said. "He seems to define open
minded."
"I've never been with him, so it will be a new experience for me." Gil
said. We got home before Ari was back so we went to my house. The phone
message machine was blinking. I pressed the play button with
trepidation. It was a salesman for vinyl siding.
Ari arrived so we went over to his house. Gil and Billy looked each other
over and were obviously pleased with what then saw. I fixed drinks for
everyone while Ari put a casserole in the oven to warm up for dinner. I
pulled the d****s and Ari turned on a gas log in the fireplace. Like most
Florida houses, it was under heated. The fire made the room warm and cozy.
It got warmer when Ari suggested that Gil and Billy shower after the long
day of traveling. They excused them selves and disappeared into the guest
room. Gil emerged wearing shorts and a mesh tee shirt. Billy was wearing
the see through mesh shorts and a matching shirt. By the time dinner was
done and we had demolished several bottles of wine, we were mellow. The
room seemed downright hot.
"What's for desert?" Billy asked. He winked at Ari. "Dinner was great, but
I was hoping for something light."
"I was hoping you guys could help me out on that." Ari said. "I planned on
steaming, hot man seed, served straight from the cum factory." Ari slipped
his hand in Billy's shorts and cupped Billy's bull balls.
"All protein and no fat, I think." Gil said. "Zero calories."
"Spoken like a true professor of biology!" I said as I dropped to my knees
and slid his shorts down, burying my face in his crotch. It must have
taken all of twenty seconds for us all to be naked and sucking on the
oriental rug in front of the fire.
Gil's cock was hidden in the thickest mass of pubic hair I had ever
seen. His dick was cut, a little shorter and a bit thicker than mine, a
true beer can cock. He was a leaker. My experience with men wasn't great,
but I couldn't imagine more pre cum that he oozed. It was like a leaking
faucet. I also hadn't realized what a turn on that was. Ari and Bill oozed
as they neared a climax. The taste of Gil's pre cum must have triggered
intense reactions in me. I was really enthusiastic.
I discovered the source of the fluid. Gil had a nice cock, but tangerine
for balls, packaged in low hanging sack. They were industrial strength seed
makers.
"Time to trade partners!" Ari said. "Let's all get acquainted." He paired
Gill and Billy together as he sucked me. I finally got to his cock. I felt
like a man dying of thirst in the dessert who finds an oasis. The huge
shaft must have all but touched my tonsils. We soon formed a daisy chain,
linked by our erect cocks to each other. Gil and I popped together, feeding
Ari and Billy respectively. Ari ejaculated what must have been several cups
of cum in my mouth. Gill was moaning as billy let loose. We were four very
happy guys. We rested on the floor, slowly coming down from the high. I
licked Ari's cock head every time a bead of cum emerged.
"Damn it boys! That was good!" Billy said. "Sucking cock is quite the ice
breaker, isn't it Gil?"
"If that's the way you make friends, Billy, you must be a popular guy!" Gil
said laughing. "You've got a beautiful piece of meat there."
"Thanks, this has been great." Billy added. "I only wish I had started this
earlier. I have thirty years of no cock sucking to make up for."
"Are we all regretting a virtuous youth?" I asked. Everyone laughed.
"Sort of." Gil said. "But I never encountered guys as attractive you. If
your going to start late you might as well start with the best."
"Most people seem to think I should be the poster boy for hair removal
products!" Ari said. He was laughing, but there was a tinge of concern in
his voice. He must have heard the Gorilla beach comments.
"You're a fur ball of fun, and one of the nicest guys I know." Gil
said. Ari oozed a big drip of cum and I lapped it up. Ari was happy.
"I have a little request of you all." Billy said. "Just a request, not a
demand."
"Shoot." Ari said.
"Gil, you wouldn't know this, but the last time I was here, John and I got
into some anal." Billy said. "Ari and I had always been oral before that."
He paused. "Well, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I was hoping we might do
some more exploring this weekend." Ari oozed again. I licked again.
"Why not?" Gil said. "I don't mind learning new tricks."
"Well, you guys know I was a quarterback?"
"I heard a rumor to that effect!" Ari laughed. "It was a hobby of yours for
20 years, as I recall."
"I wasn't a receiver. I tossed the ball." Billy said.
"You want to pitch rather than catch?" I said. Billy burst out laughing.
"Wrong game!" He said. "But that's the idea. I'd like to pitch and I
wondered if any of you would mind catching." There was a silence.
"I don't know if I'd like it, but I don't mind experimenting." Gill
said. "Scientific interest you know." He winked. "I thought about it a
lot. The idea doesn't bother me."
"I'm in the same boat, willing to run it up the flagpole and see who
salutes." I said. Ari laughed.
"Are you sure we're talking about a flag pole?" He said. "The nice thing a
sex play with men, is that we all know how to salute!" He paused. "I have a
confession to make. I've caught one or twice, and had no problem. I'd love
to top someone and enjoy it. I mean. I'd like them to enjoy it. I'm in my
60s and have this fuck tool that's still got its training wheels on it.
Everyone admires it, but are too afraid to use it."
"We have four cocks, four ass holes and four willing men." Billy said.
"And four days!" I added.
"It seems to me that if we put our minds to it, we should be able to work
something out." Bill said.
"Or in!" Gil added. He seemed almost enthusiastic.
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