Bobby
By Bald Hairy Man.
This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.
Bobby was a nice kid. I'd been working with him for three years, ever since he dropped out of high school. He was smart, but poorly educated. I met his folks and understood a lot about him. His family was pure trailer trash.
His dad was alcoholic, an ass hole and wife beater. His mother was lost. She was an oddly mousy and slutty. She looked defeated. I can't understand how they had such a good boy. Bobby was incredibly shy and I think the shyness was an effort to slide under the radar. He always hung back and stayed in the shadows. I guess he'd been working for me for almost a year before I realized he was competent.
He didn't know much, but you only had to show him how to do something once and he got it. He also knew how to figure out things when he encountered something new. Carpentry doesn't require a degree in Physics. Bobby was more then smart enough.
Bobby lived at home with his folks in the trailer. He was saving money to get his own truck. He made good money, and I suspected most of his money went to his folks. They didn't seem to be able to hold a job for long. When he started working, he hitched to the job. Later, one of the other carpenters, Don, picked him up and they car pooled. Don told me Bobby bought every other gas fill up. He always paid his part.
It was five o'clock Saturday morning when I got a call from Don. "I've got to pick up Bobby at the jail," he said.
"What happened?"
"I'm not sure, I got a call from him," Don explained. "He asked me to pick him up at the county lock up. He didn't make any sense. I don't know if he needs bail or not."
"I meet you there," I said, "I've bailed out enough laborers to know all the bail bond's men." I jumped into my clothes and drove to the lock up. Don was waiting at the door. We went in together. We asked for Bobby at the desk.
A deputy emerged with Bobby and a Chaplain.
"Don, Mr. Perkins . . ." Bobby murmured. Most of the men called me Hank, but Bobby was always polite and called me Mr. Perkins.
"What's happened?" I asked. Bobby looked dazed.
"Mr. Shifflet's mother's dead," the deputy said. "His dad apparently beat her to death. Mr. Shifflet found the body. It wasn't good."
"Where's his Dad?" Don asked.
"Upstairs. Drunk as a skunk," the Chaplin explained. "Bobby needs some place to go. He can't go back to the trailer. It's a rough scene. Someone has to arrange a funeral too."
Bobby was in shock, just staring into space. I said I'd take him home with me. Don had a wife and four kids. I figured his house wouldn't be restful. Bobby came with me.
He got in my pick up and was quiet. We were almost to my house when he said. "I don't believe he did it. He wasn't that drunk when I left for a movie. I figured he'd be asleep before it got bad."
"Did he get drunk often?" I asked.
"Only every night," Bobby replied. "He was always mean, but I never thought it would go this far. I'd have stayed home if I guessed..." Bobby continued to talk. He rambled from subject to subject. There were very few good memories of his family.
When we got home, I told him the take a shower and get to bed. He said he couldn't sleep, but he did as I told him. He got in the bed. I went to get him some food. When I got back, he was sound asleep.
I took his clothes and them. They were covered in blood. I didn't get rid of all of it, but if you didn't know it was blood you wouldn't know. The chaplain called and told me he had contacted some of Bobby's relatives and they would be calling. About a half hour later, Bobby's Uncle Billy called. I told him what little I knew. He said he'd be there in a couple of hours. He lived near Amherst on the edge of the Blue Ridge.
No one else called. I guessed they weren't a very close family. Bobby woke up and I gave him lunch and told him his Uncle was coming.
"Billy's momma's brother. He didn't like Daddy at all," Bobby explained. There was a knock on the door. It was a cop. "I'm officer Reynolds," he said. "I'd like to question Mr. Shifflet. If it's a bad time, I'd understand, but the sooner I talk with him the better it is." Bobby was willing, so I let them talk in the living room.
Bobby's Uncle arrived while they were talking, so I took him into the kitchen. Bobby was thin and tall with pitch black hair and a beard. Billy was short, but massive. His hair was as white and Bobby's was black. He looked a bit like a muscular Santa. He was also outgoing and almost jolly.
"Sally never had any taste in men. Shit, I've got better taste in men than she did," he said. "She was wild when she was younger, but wild living takes a toll. Bobby's Daddy was as good as she could do when she wanted to settle down. He was a jerk." Office Reynolds and Bobby came into the kitchen. It was clear they got along well.
"I'm done here," Office Reynolds said. "Bobby filled in all the gaps. We can release the body this afternoon. Let me know if there's anything I can do. I'm afraid I'm not a native here. I don't know any of the local funeral homes."
"I can help in that department," I said. "I've got a big family and most of my relatives are elderly. I know a lot more about funerals than I want. Let me give Aunt Sarah a call. She's an expert." Officer Reynolds left and Billy and Bobby talked. I called my Aunt. Sarah was bossy, but sensible and said she'd come over.
Sarah arrived a half hour later and immediately hit it off with Bobby and his Uncle Billy. She was the sort of woman they recognized as a lady. She made some calls and they went off to funeral home. I got two calls from other relatives, a cousin and another Aunt. Bobby's parents had sure burned their bridges. They weren't too sorry Bobby's Momma was dead.
I also got a call from a public defender working for Bobby's Dad. I took the number. Bobby and my Aunt came back from the funeral home. His Uncle stayed to work out payment. Don's wife came by and dropped off a casserole for dinner. Scooter, one of my carpenters, came by to say he was sorry. Bobby seemed shocked that anyone would think of him.
We had dinner, the casserole was good. During dinner we worked out a plan for the next day. More calls came in, and Bobby relaxed some. Several friends from High School called him and he wasn't feeling as alone. Aunt Sarah went home, but said she'd come back the next day to help. Bobby fell asleep on the sofa so I sent him to bed.
"I go and get a room," Uncle Billy said. "Is there a motel near by?"
"Why don't you stay here?" I asked. "I think it would be nice if you are here in the morning when Bobby wakes up. I'll flip you for the couch."
"I guess you're right about that," Billy said. "I don't want to put you out. You ain't family and there's no need for you to put yourself out."
"Let me be the judge about whom I put myself out for," I said. "I'm a big boy."
"I really appreciate the help you're giving us, but I'll take the sofa," Billy said. He agreed to stay. I went off to my bed room and gave him some a blanket and a pillow. I went to my bedroom, undressed and got in bed. There was a gentle knocking at the door.
"Yes? Come in."
Billy peaked in the door. "Do you mind if I take a shower?" he asked, "I came here straight from working in the yard." That was fine with me and I gave him some towels. He went in the master bath. A minute later he peaked out of the bath. "I hate to sound stupid, but how do you get the shower to work?"
I laughed. "It's a trick," I said. "Let me show you." I went in the bath and showed him a button on the underside of the tub faucet. Billy was naked and when I bent over to push the button I got a good view of his equipment. He was a bear like man, but he had bull balls. The cock was uncut and five inches soft. It was really thick, but the outline of his cock head made an even bigger bulge. I must have lingered longer than I thought.
"Is a nice one, ain't it?" he asked.
"It is," I said as I looked up at him. "They say they make them big in the country."
"They do in my part of the country," Billy replied. He got in the shower. I turned to go back to bed, but looked back at him. He peaked out of the shower curtain. "There room for two in here," he said. I joined him.
Uncle Billy wasn't shy at all. "I'm horny as shit and love to suck cock," he said as he dropped to his knees and engulfed my cock. I'd had some man sex experiences before, but never was anyone as enthusiastic as Uncle Billy.
I admit I like man sex, but I've always been uneasy about it. I come from a really conservative family and my parents weren't partial to sex with women. I don't think they even considered sex with men. Sex had always been in dark rooms and very quick. Usually the guys I was with were as uneasy about sex as I was.
Billy wasn't uneasy. He loved it and wasn't at all ashamed or embarrassed. He was also appreciative. My cock met his needs and he let me know that. We showered then went to my bed. I usually held back, but I felt a growing urge to taste his cock.
I tend to be a social sucker. I reciprocate more out of a sense of fairness than desire, but I wanted Uncle Billy's cock. He was excited now and his cock was huge. I didn't think of myself as a size queen, but I sure wanted his. His bloated cock head was drooling pre cum. The second I licked it, I couldn't get enough. It was as if someone flipped a switch and turned on my sexual desire. Actually it more as if the floodgates opened.
Billy had a huge cock, but I wasn't happy until I deep throated it. Billy appreciated my efforts. My cock is long, but not as thick as his, and he deep throated me as I choked on his donkey dong. I shot off, but that didn't diminish my frenzy.
We went at it for an hour. I guess we weren't as quiet as we might have been. During a lull, I looked up and saw Bobby watching us. "Oh shit!" I said. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.
Uncle Billy looked up as saw his nephew. "There's room for a third," Billy said. "Some fun will help you to relax."
"Do you mind, Mr. Perkins?" Bobby asked. He was wearing a tee shirt and jockey shorts. He started to take off his shirt, but stopped. He looked at me for an answer.
"I think we'll all enjoy it," I said. Bobby smiled and took off his shirt. His body was greyhound like, sleek, but his had a thick matt of hair on his chest and a trail of hair connecting to his bush. He slid his shorts down, exposing his long cock.
"Bobby and several of his cousins use my fishing camp sometimes. I dropped in on them one afternoon unexpectedly and found out we all liked the same things," Billy explained. "I taught them a few tings and they taught me a trick or two."
"Uncle Billy's a quick learner," Bobby said. "Momma always said he was slow, but that's not the way I see it."
"Your Momma wasn't right about much," Billy said. "I'm not saying something bad about the dead, just stating a fact. She the one who told you it wasn't sex if no one could get pregnant." Billy looked at me. "Bobby didn't know than messing around with men was sex."
I smiled. "Do you think I'll learn something messing around?" I asked.
"Get in bed and let's play," Billy ordered. Strangely Bobby wasn't shy when he was naked. He was already hard and my cock acted as a magnet. Like his Uncle he deep throated me and liked my cock as much as Billy. He was even handed and took care of Billy too. While Bobby worked on his Uncle's massive organ, I got to suck him.
Bobby's cock was slim and curved. He had a mushroom style cock head and a wide, pre cum oozing slit. I had liked Billy's ball juice; I loved Bobby's ooze. Every movement of my lips on his cock coaxed globs of the jelly from his organ. I like the taste, but I liked even more the sense I was appreciated. It pleased me and made me hotter, more excited.
Bobby and Billy were entirely at ease with gay sex and I got into the flow. It was as if sucking a guy's cock was the most natural thing in the world. Everything they did was fine with me, and I wasn't worried about what they would think. I knew they'd like it.
"Bobby likes to fuck," Billy whispered. "Does that bother you?"
"No, is he a top?"
"He does it all," Billy replied. He lowered his voice. "Deep in his heart he's a top, but he's open minded. I bet yours would fit real good. He'd be stretched some, but happy, I'll bet."
Bobby looked up. "Are you trying to get me fucked again, Uncle Billy?" he asked. He was trying to sound annoyed, but wasn't very convincing. The two men got along well and knew what the other wanted. Bobby transferred his attention from Billy's meat to my cock.
Somehow, fifteen minutes later I was sixty-nining with Billy as Bobby slowly stroked my prostate with his rock hard meat. There had a been a little twinge when his mushroom popped through my sphincter, but the shaft eased into my ass. It was a perfect fit. It was the first time it'd been fucked when it hadn't. As Bobby pumped, it just got better and better.
He pumped as Billy sucked me and I nursed on Billy's monster. It was as good as it. Bobby's knob hit just the right spots and I found myself moving my hips to get it to touch other places. "I got a live one, uncle Billy," Bobby murmured. It was hard to believe I was feeling new sexual experiences at fifty, but I felt like a teenager getting laid for the first time. I'd done it before, but never felt it before. Bobby began to moan and buck. He rear loaded me, then went limp as a dishrag.
"Go to bed Bobby," Billy ordered. "You should sleep well after that." Bobby left. "He kind of crashes after he shoots off," Billy explained. "Did you shoot off?"
"Not yet."
"If you like to top, I'd be more than accommodating," he whispered. A minute later my cock was deep in his hole and I was screwing like a madman. Billy's ass was tight and clamped on my cock like a vice. It didn't take long for me to climax. When I recovered, Billy was asleep. I felt his cock and it was coated in thick goo. He had shot off too.