Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 12:02:10 PDT From: Horatio Nimier Subject: THE SONS OF HERMES LOVE TO PLAY This post contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. Much of it portrays homosexual actions and lifestyle. If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these violates any law or personal or religious beliefs you must exit now without proceeding further. If you're under 18 years old you may not read it either because it is against the law. I regret this because I was once a randy teenager and I feel somewhat two-faced in helping to enforce the law. Hopefully, one day, censorship may disappear along with other vestiges of Big Brother and Mother Grundy. The story is fictional inasmuch as things did not unfold as portrayed. It is based on events that happened on two business trips that did take place. These memories have been cemented together with strips of fiction to make the story cohere. Names and places have been changed. Moreover, the early 80's were different from the present time. Unprotected sex with people whom you don't know well is, like, dangerous and stupid. The stories are dedicated to the memory of my friend, Kerry. THE SONS OF HERMES LOVE TO PLAY =============================== The Kentucky Evening, as it later came to be known amongst us, was one of those events that occur only very occasionally in one's life. It was not the night of greatest sex that we were to have either in quantity or variety: that would come later. Nor was it a night of grand philosophy where we inched toward discovering the true meaning of life: there would be some of those nights in the future, too. There weren't many people staying at the motel that night, but those that were there and those that were in the restaurant with us had the rare privilege of being present at the conception of a family. The dinner in the restaurant lasted well over an hour. Up until that evening, every time the trip had been discussed the dilemma of Pete had hung over us. With that now resolved our inhibitions and doubts went away to be replaced with a relaxed enthusiasm. For his part Pete was amazed by the metamorphosis he had just witnessed and almost every five minutes he'd get this wide grin on his face and say "Shit, I just can't believe it." He was intrigued by how we had managed to keep our lifestyles secret at work and was eager to know how we had found each other. And so, much of the dinner conversation was recounting to him the events that I have related to you in the previous chapters. We tried to keep in mind that we were in public and to moderate our voices, but nonetheless, the young college stud in the tight jeans that was serving our table found the conversation so absorbing that he all but ignored his other patrons and hovered around our table, anticipating our every wish and giving us the service normally reserved only for those Kentuckians with a reputation for being extremely good tippers. But if he was hoping to be included in any action he was out of luck and once we had swallowed the last drop of coffee we ran the gauntlet of diners' eyes and headed back. Since Pete's and my room was at the very end of the motel we gravitated there: it was furthest from any of the other guests and no-one else would be coming down to that end of the property. I opened the door and the others filed in. Colin walked into the room and surveyed the rumpled bed. He moved across to the chair and picked up my muscle shirt, held it up to his nose and then turned and grinned at me. "Cum-junkie pervert! How long you going to keep this ?" "I dunno....week or so." "What's that ?" asked Mike. "Chris is a cum-junkie. He uses his shirt to clean up whatever he doesn't swallow and then wears the shirt around the house for weeks." "Naah, come _on_. Not _that_ long," I protested. "Oh no ? How long did you keep the shirt over at my place. Two fucking weeks." He turned to the other guys. "I swear, he'd come over to swim at the apartment and he'd put this stained shirt on to walk down from my place to the pool. By the end of two weeks the shirt was starched stiff. I was scared it'd fall into the pool and all the women'd get pregnant." "Hey! We here to talk or do stuff?" asked Neil as he pulled off his boots. "Yeah," Dave echoed. "I thought this was Pete's night." "What's that ?" asked Pete coming into the room with six cans of beer in his hands. "Who's mentioning my name ?" "Tonight's your night," said Mike putting his arm around Pete's shoulders. "Since you've decided to go along with our plans, you get rewarded. Anything," he raised a warning finger, "well, anything within reason," we all laughed, "is yours tonight." "Geez, guys. I dunno. What do you guys usually do ? Two things for sure, though. One, I can't take another fuck tonight. My ass is still smoldering from Chris's cock." "Been there, done that, got the T-shirt." said Dave holding his ass cheeks together with both hands and walking around with bent knees as though he was in pain. I grabbed his crotch and squeezed. "OK! OK!" he hollered. He turned to Pete, "It only hurts the first time. Really. It gets much better after that." "OK. No fuck sounds fair. What's your second point, Pete ?" asked Mike putting his arm around my neck in a lock to stop me fooling around with Dave. "Payback," said Pete grinning and pointing at me. "Sometime tonight his ass is mine." "Alllll-right !" shouted Colin as he slid his jeans down, "We get to see Chris get fucked." "Your loss," I said to him. As long as Colin and I were together it didn't worry us too much with whom the other was having sex. We didn't venture outside our group much, mainly because we were getting enough variety amongst ourselves and also because we could enjoy uninhibited sexual experimentation without playing Russian roulette with our health. Mike let go of my neck and reached out to take one of the beers from Pete. "Well, normally when we're together like this we start off by getting naked," he said to Pete and, suiting action to the words, proceeded to unbuckle his jeans. The rest of us followed his lead and soon the room was filled with bare skin and leather. "Well, I guess you know how to jack off," said Mike sitting down on the bed next to Pete. His own cock was erect. Seven inches of thick meat filled the surrounding skin so the veins stood out. Its head peeped through the foreskin that restrained it and the whole shaft pointed over his left leg – leading to our nickname for it: the Commie Cock. Mike's hand was gently massaging the skin up and down as he asked Pete, "How about blow jobs? Do you give good head ?" "I guess," shrugged Pete taking his sneakers off. His naked torso showed off his fine muscles that he worked on religiously. "Haven't done that since high school, though," he grinned. "OK, then, let's start teaching you to suck like a guy, then," said Mike. "Who wants to volunteer their meat?" he asked, looking around at us. "OK, Straight Boy!" said Neil, kicking his clothes into the corner and putting his jacket back on. "Give me a beer and shuck those jeans." "Geez, you guys are horny," Pete laughed handing Neil a can from the side table. Five erect cocks surrounded him. As his jeans slipped down his legs his own stiff shaft bounced skyward. He began to put his leather jacket on again. "Hey! No jacket." Neil called. "Leather jackets are for bikers and gay guys. Now you ain't got a bike, so are you gay?" Neil's smile and the tone of his voice took the venom out of his words. Pete laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, tonight I am," but he dropped his jacket back on the bed. The rest of us sat back on the bed, drinking beer and preparing to watch a show that promised to be good. Colin lay across my chest. I had my arm around him and my fingers were playing with his nipple. Neil walked across to Pete. The ends of his jacket belt framed his erect cock and hanging balls. He grinned at Pete. "I don't believe you. A gay guy would know what to do with this," he said. For the first time Pete noticed the ring that hung from Neil's foreskin. Like a sparrow mesmerized by a snake he stared at it. His fingers moved out to touch, but Neil pushed them away. "This ain't no straight guy's cock. This is pure gay pride. I think that's worth more than hands, don't you, Straight Guy ?" A drop of pre-cum crept out of the tip of Pete's cock as he dropped to his knees and put his mouth up to Neil's shaft. He took the glans in, hesitated and then took about another two inches. He began to withdraw. "Watch those teeth !" yelled Neil. Pete slackened his jaws and tried again. Again he began to withdraw after three inches. "Fuck, Straight Guy ! Is this how girls suck cock ? Shit, I am so-o lucky I'm gay." "What'd I do ?" Pete asked puzzled. "Kid ! Come here." Dave disentangled his legs from Mike's and swung them off the bed. He went over to Neil. "Pete ! Stand up. Time for Guy Sex one-oh-one." Pete got to his feet. The skin on his shaft was stretched taut and the whole phallus throbbed. He put his hand on it to massage it and satisfy its urges. "Leave it alone," Neil told him. He turned to Dave, "OK, Kid, show Straight Guy here how a real guy sucks cock." Dave smiled at Pete. "Don't sweat it, buddy. Never had a guy go back to straight sex after I've blown him." "How many straight guys have you blown?" "Including you ?" "Yeah." "One." Dave dropped down in front of his Pete and ran his hands around his thighs as he surveyed the cock centimeters away from his face. He let his hands wander slowly upwards until they could grab Pete's ass. Holding the cheeks he gently ran his tongue over the glans. "Feel good ?" Neil asked Pete. "Oh, yeah." "Want Dave to stop ?" "No...No." Dave took his hands off Pete's ass. One of them took Pete's cock and held it while his tongue made little circles all over the tip of the glans. Shit, I thought to myself, I taught him that. With his other hand he massaged Pete's balls, pulling on them and squeezing. Slowly the tongue slipped to the underneath of the shaft and inch after inch of the Pete's flesh slid over it and disappeared into Dave's mouth until most of it was concealed. Slowly Dave withdrew, sucking gently to keep his lips firmly in contact with the skin. As he pulled back, the movements of his throat showed that his tongue was being pretty active. Once again the spit-covered meat began to slide into his mouth until his nose was buried in Pete's pube hairs. "Where's your cock, Pete ?" asked Neil. "In Dave's mouth." "Yeah. But where is the _tip_ of your cock ?" His mind was being seduced by Dave's tongue and his eyes closed as he said, "...the back....right in...his throat." We watched as Dave's mouth moved smoothly up and down on Pete's rod like some well lubricated machine. Colin and I were both throbbing and drooling precum. At the drop of a hat, we would have swapped places with either of them. But nobody dropped a hat, so we stayed on the bed, occasionally kissing, but otherwise just watching and playing with each other's bodies leaving the penises alone to wait their turn later. Neil ran his hands over Pete's chest and rubbed the erect nipples. "OK Kid. Now let's see how well Pete learns." Dave slowly withdrew and let the red glans slide off his extended tongue. Before he stood up he scooted over in front of Neil and let his mouth grab his rod. He gave it one, slow suck and let go. "Try it now, Pete," he said, "it tastes just like chicken." Pete dropped to his knees in an instant and his hands wrapped around Neil's ass. He was hot and horny now and his mouth jerked forward toward Neil's shaft. He stopped short and his tongue flicked the ring, playing with it. "Oh yesss....... that's much better, Straight Guy." The tongue explored the exposed glans, still wet with Dave's saliva, and then Pete's lips fastened on it and the ring disappeared from view into his mouth. After a couple of inches Pete stopped moving forward. Dave knelt next to him. He put his hand round his back on his shoulder. "Take some more, Pete.......Yeah, that's good.......Relax the back of your tongue........Just take it in easy, let it slide back till you feel it in your throat." More of Neil's cock disappeared. Pete almost gagged on the first try and pulled back quickly. "Teeth!" shouted Neil as Pete forgot and caught the rim of Neil's glans. His second thrust was smoother and by the third he was taking in almost as much as Dave had. Neil put his hands on Pete's head and began pulling him down onto his dick. Dave moved back, knelt between Pete's legs and ran his leather-covered arms around Pete's chest, running his fingers over the nipples and grinding his groin against his ass as he watched the sucking. "OK, Pete, you're doing good. Now take his balls in your hands and play with them." Pete took his right hand off Neil's ass and took the hanging sack into his hands and fingered the nuts. "Drag them down a bit," Dave instructed, "then squeeze them gently. Make Neil want to squirt." Colin had his leg across me and I had been rubbing my rod gently on the side of his thigh. I hadn't wanted to go too far just yet. But the scene in the room was getting way too hot for me to remain a mere spectator. "Let's go help these guys out," I said to him. We scrambled off the bed and I stood next to Neil watching my straight buddy suck on his rod. Colin grabbed my prick and waved it in front of Pete's face. "See what you missed all through college, Pete?" Pete raised his eyebrows and smiled, and went on going up and down, his cheeks sinking in as he sucked. But his left hand left Neil's ass and seized my dick and began to go up and down on it. Mike rolled off the bed and stood the other side of Neil jerking himself and watching the action. Neil took his left hand off Pete's head and held it out. Mike moved next to them and pushed his cock into Neil's hand. "There's a spare hand here, Dave, if you want it." Neil said. Dave let go of Pete. As he stood up and moved over Neil asked, "Hey, Chris, can I wear your helmet ?" "Sure," I answered. I knew that having his head inside a motorcycle helmet turned Neil on. Shit, I enjoyed it myself: the man-scents of a hundred rides; the sound of one's own breath amplified inside the shell; the feeling of having your head encased just like your cock was. I pulled clear of Pete's hand and picked my helmet up from the night stand. Neil stopped jacking Mike long enough to push his head inside. Then he went back to pumping Mike and Dave, one on each side of him. Colin grabbed the tube of KY off the nightstand and lubed his cock. He moved behind Neil, took hold of his hips to steady his aim and parted his cheeks with his glans. "Yes, Colin, fuck me, man," came from inside the helmet as Colin's pushed his shaft smoothly in. "Hey, Chris, plug my butt, too, will ya?" Dave asked quickly. I needed no second invitation. I dumped a big glob of KY onto my palm and greased my shaft. I moved behind the brown leather back, spread my legs wide, grabbed his butt and pushed home. As I felt the warm tunnel accept my meat I leant my chin on Dave's shoulder. Right in front of my face, he had pulled back Neil's jacket and was tugging on the tit-ring as the biker jerked him off. I began to thrust into him, exploring every part of his smooth warm insides. The sensation of his tight muscles gripping my cock as it passed between them sent sex sensations shooting into my spine from my ass and made me push deep to enjoy as much of the sensation as I could. The atmosphere was charged with sex and male energy hung heavy in the room. Had a person both blind and deaf entered that room the aura would have engulfed him and, like some eastern cobra, his shaft would have been charmed into standing up. I was thrusting into Dave, trying to get my cock deeper and deeper into him. The momentum carried him forward and allowed Neil to keep his hand almost steady as Dave's rod pushed into it. I looked down at Pete, his saliva glistened on Neil's dick as he worked at it. I really hoped that Pete was enjoying this as much as I. I wanted this to be a great experience for him. Even if he never had relations with a guy ever again, he had to at least remember this as one of the greatest sex moments in his life. I couldn't see his face, but his head moved around as he tried to cover as much of the cock as he could. While his right hand fondled and pulled at Neil's scrotum, his left was round by Neil's ass and, from the movement of his muscles, I guessed he was squeezing and mounding the cheek as Colin's body shoved against it. Colin had been pretty fired-up before he started with Neil. Now, as he looked at me, with mouth open to gasp at the air, I ran my hand under Dave's jacket and started to play with his nipples. Neil was in an all-time high being the center of all this sex. His eyes were tight closed as every other sense fed his brain with erotic sensations. Mike's hands were busy pinching his own tits, his eyes closed as his lover masturbated him. I moved my gaze down a few inches and noticed Colin's fingers grasp Neil's leather-covered shoulders more tightly and his breath started coming in short gasps as he approached his climax. With loud groans and a few deep thrusts he emptied his nuts deep inside the guy. Neil's back was arching, trying to push his cock further into Pete's throat and from his mouth brief moans escaped with each thrust indicating that his climax was imminent, too. His body started to jerk and, as he gasped a "yessss!" I heard Pete cough briefly as the first spurt hit his tonsils. "Suck it all," Neil pleaded urgently as Pete stopped to swallow the first part of the load. He started up again and, like a pro, worked hard at the dark red glans making sure that not one drop of the fluid was left inside. When nothing was left to swallow, he let Neil's shaft go reluctantly and stood up, holding his cock in his hand, but moving his hand only very slowly. He glanced at Mike and Dave in turn as Neil pulled them each toward a climax and then came over and stood close to Dave and me watching the fuck and squeezing his cock. "Come here, Pete!" Dave said and, putting out an arm, grabbed Pete's neck, pulled his face to his and pushed his tongue into Pete's mouth. Pete hardly hesitated. He grabbed Dave's shoulder and the two of them wrestled each other's tongues. Dave reached critical mass. His ass muscles tightened and clamped on my cock. The chain reaction began and I felt the sensation of my spunk welling into my cock. It raced from my balls, hurtled recklessly down my shaft and leaped deep into Dave's gut. I couldn't get enough of him and shoved deep inside feeling his ass cheeks on my balls. The sight of Dave's love juices spurting out over Neil triggered Mike and as Neil massaged his cock slowly with his long thin fingers he delivered huge spurts of jism up Neil's sleeve. Dave pulled his mouth from Pete's to gasp for air, but I noticed that Pete kept his hand on Dave's shoulder. Neil pulled off the helmet then reached out his hand to Pete and gently ran his fingers up his jaw line. "Not bad for a straight guy," he said, smiling. "How was it for you." "Great, man. Your cum caught me by surprise, though. I wasn't sure for a moment what was going on, but what a turn on! I thought I was going to shoot right then." As I pulled slowly out of Dave's ass, he was collecting as much of his and Mike's cum as he could with his fingers. He licked Mike's milk off his right hand and offered his left to me. I took it eagerly, holding it to my mouth and licking the white cream from between the fingers. "See, I told you he's a cum-junkie," laughed Colin. He turned to Pete. "You'll learn if you hang around with this pervert, that if you take a wad in your mouth you're expected to save at least some of it to give to him." "Shit, either I was real blind in college, Chris, or you've changed a lot," he chuckled squeezing his cock hard without pulling it. "Probably ten percent of blindness and ninety percent of change," I conceded, hugging him. Neil was wiping the remaining spots of jism off his jacket. I picked up my muscle shirt and threw it to him. "Is this what you need ?" Pete grabbed my shoulder. "Now it's _my_ turn, buddy!" he said, grinning. "Kneel on the bed. Your ass is mine." I knelt on the edge of the mattress. Dave grabbed my KY tube and gently smeared Pete's glans. When it was all shiny he put a final glob on Pete's fingers. "Before you go in you should make his ass slippery," he instructed him. "Rub around the hole there, like this." He guided Pete's fingers. My cock started to harden again. "Now get your finger inside him," Dave continued. I felt Pete prod and relaxed my ass. The finger went in barely to the first knuckle. "Hey, that's good," said Dave, "now put it in the whole way –feel for his prostate. Yeah! Like that. Feel around some and rub him. That's what your cock will be doing in a minute." As I felt the finger exploring I played with it, pinching my muscles and holding it then letting it go again. The prostate massage got my cock rock hard again. Pete leant over me and grabbed it, jacking it up and down while his finger pushed into me. "Pete, fuck me, man. Please, fuck me." He moved behind me and I felt his hands spread my ass and then his shaft between my cheeks. He moved his cock until it was at my hole and then I felt it pushing at my entrance. I relaxed the muscles and felt them stretch as he went in. It went in very slowly at first, I don't think he knew what to expect, but whatever he felt he must have liked it, because the next stroke was firmer and then the innate instincts of guys took over and he started to fuck me as though he'd been doing it for years. "Need some help here, buddy?" asked Colin lying down next to me and began to masturbate me. The other guys gathered around drinking beer and watching. "Shit," said Dave, "Look at that ass. Completely wasted on a straight. Guys, hear this loud and clear. Tomorrow night that straight ass is mine." They began to squabble good naturedly as to who was going to get the next shot at Pete's ass, but neither Pete nor I took any notice. He had been primed close to flash-point by his action with Neil and Dave and, after the tentative start, his natural animal instincts took over and I could feel his thrusts deep inside me as his scrotum slapped my ass. The other guys kept up the encouragement and there were calls of "fuck that ass, Pete." and "Go in deep, man" almost continuously. His hands were on my shoulders now and I could feel the greased flesh sliding between my cheeks. The intensity increased, my prostate was sending out strong signals to my cock as his hands gripped the leather of my jacket and his breath burst past my ears in sharp pants. I felt his thrusting become harder and deeper (if possible) and then there was one deep thrust and he kept his cock inside me as, with a shout, he erupted, his hips jerking against my ass. A few slow, deep thrusts followed as he forced the last of is sperm to explore my darkest areas and then I felt him rest his weight on me as his cock remained motionless within me. Colin was working my shaft hard and fast and I feeling Pete still inside me I shot another load onto the sleeve of Colin's jacket. The other guys were rubbing Pete's back and shoulders as they congratulated him on his first man-fuck. I felt his root withdraw slowly and he stood back, gasping deeply. I rolled over and got to my feet, my cock still oozing from the action. Pete stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat. I went up to him, put my arms around him and hugged him. It had been a long wait, several years too long, for this moment. "OK, Pete," said Mike, "`Fess up. Was that better than straight sex or was that a whole lot better than straight sex." "It was fucking incredible. Man, it was in-fucking-credible." He looked around at the guys. "I've never had group sex before. That has to be the fucking ultimate." He and I went into the bathroom to clean up. "You OK, guy ?" I asked him. He laughed "Fuck no. My ass is still tender from this afternoon, my legs are shaking and my balls feel as though they've had an electric shock. No way am I OK!" He was real excited. "I meant....." "I know what you meant," he interrupted and turning serious as he cleaned his cock. "I'm OK. Mike was right – I do like sex however it comes. Fuck, my hormones are charged. I've never had such a sexual high. I still want women, but all I know is tonight's sex was different to anything I've ever had before and I'm going to have to get more of it." "I can live with that," I said toweling my ass. "I just wanted to know I hadn't taken you somewhere you didn't want to go." "No you didn't." He dried his dick and we moved to the door. I felt his hand on my shoulder and turned. He looked at me, our faces inches apart. "I'm sorry for things I said........this afternoon and I guess a lot of times before. I must have hurt you. I was just fucking dumb. It was never intentional." Once again I put my arms around him and hugged him. "Thanks for sticking around this long, Chris. And thanks for showing me what this is like." "Hey, you two going to join us or hang out in the shithouse all night?" someone called. I kissed him on the mouth and then we broke apart and walked back into the room. Copyright 1999 Horatio Nimier I relate these stories because I enjoy writing and I enjoy the subject matter. If you have any comments you can email me at horatio_nimier@hotmail.com I'll even accept criticism if expressed in an adult, objective and polite manner. Hate mail will be flushed without reading. Grow up.