Uncle George and His Buddies 2
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
At game night I connected with a man named Sanford Mallory. He was in his sixties, tall and was rather distinguished even though he was naked and erect. He also stood out because I knew he owned the Three Mountains Orchards. It occupied huge property that had been in his family since the Colonial period. Three Mountains referred to three small mountains clustered on the north west corner of his property. I also knew he paid his bills to the Seed & Feed quickly.
Some people thought he was snooty, but dad liked him and dad was perceptive. Sanford's body hair was black and white, sort of panda like. He was tanned except for a Speedo shaped area at his waist. He had a standard issue cock and big, low hanging, balls.
Men began to leave after several hours leaving Sanford, Billy, Uncle George, Elroy and me playing horse shoes more or less in the dark. A little later Elroy lost the game. George and Billy were cheerfully doubled teaming him.
Sanford came over to me. "Are you feeling left out?" he asked as he fondled my balls.
"Not any more," I said.
He leaned close to me and whispered. "I love to fuck. Do you entertain on the back porch?" he asked. I said that was fine with me.
"I'll pull out when I shoot off," he whispered. "I shoot a big load."
"I kind of think there is room in my ass for your entire load," I said. He smiled. All was well.
Sanford's cock was bigger than I thought. He pushed in slowly and then picked up the pace as he and I got more excited. He had a huge orgasm but left his still erect cock deep in me after he shot off. We talked.
I told him that I was looking for per-colonial plants at college. This area seemed to be a good place to look. I had found some plants in out of the way secluded places. He told me about the Triple Mountains on his property. He thought I might be interested in them. Sanford told me they hadn't been touched in years. As far as he knew they had never been farmed. He invited me to take a look at them. I told them that sounded good. He gave a quick, hard thrust and ejaculated a final time. It was getting late so I went home.
The few days later I called him and he invited me to see the property. Elroy and I went to Three Mountains Orchard. Sanford lived in a small house that the farm manager once used. Sanford's son and his family lived in the large, well restored, plantation house. It was called New Hall, since it replaced the original house when it burned in 1810. Sanford told Elroy he had never forested woods around the Triple Mountains. It was untouched forest as far as he knew.
We later found the original land grant dating from 1750. It was given to the Smithson family. The Smithson male line died out in 1830s. Roderick Mallory married the last Smithson heir, Elizabeth. Sanford was descended from their only son. By 1859 Elizabeth died. In 1864 the county courthouse burned during the Civil War, and some of the Smithson family records vanished in the ashes.
Sanford took us to the Triple Mountains. When I saw them, I soon suspected they were the remains of an ancient volcano. It was heavily wooded and there were some large rock outcroppings between the trees. At first I thought it might have been untouched since Indian times. I was wrong about that. A thousands of years of trees dropping their leaves obscured much of the rock. It was a virgin landscape of great antiquity.
It took me a half hour to realize the area was of stunning importance. It was ten acres of untouched ancient forest. We found three unknown plants in the first hour of exploration. We immediately knew we had to preserve as much of the area as we could without modern contamination. It was essential that it not become well known.
Often preservation efforts are marked by last minute escapes from demolition or clearance. Stanford's family had owned the property for 350 years. I assumed they were possessive and opposed to strangers telling them what to do.
Stanford was excited at what we found. He was an educated man. "How significant is it?" He asked me.
"It's a virgin hunk of the 17th Century. It can tell us what America was like before Europeans' settled here. It is stunningly rare," I explained. Stanford understood. He understood the significance, and the importance of preserving the area.
Stanford ran a large orchard. The Triple Mountains were preserved because it was a useless site for fruit trees. Even the early settlers knew it was useless. Later, researchers at the university found there were early legends of the ingenious population who thought it was cursed. It was it was often covered in thick fog, and foul odors emanated from it. I wondered if these were volcanic vents. There had been no mention of volcanic activity since European settlement.
We photographed as much as we could over the next six hours. Each photo was Geo-located so we could plot locations on a map, or an aerial photograph.
The next day, I contacted the departmental chair, Dr. Maxwell, and told him of our discovery. Elroy and I made a quick trip to the university to show him what we found. He was impressed. A week later, he called Stanford and asked if he could visit. Two days later Maxwell and two senior faculty members visited the Triple Mountains.
I always thought Dr. Maxwell was a stuffed shirt administrator. When I saw him with Sanford and his son, Maxwell was attentive, charming, and informed. He wasn't obviously flattering, but he appreciated the quality of the house, he recognized the exceptional furnishings, and had a detailed knowledge of apple trees and the history of early orchards.
Maxwell and his companions knew their stuff, and they immediately knew the rarity and importance of the Triple Mountain site. It was a successful meeting.
We took more finds back to the university several days after our preliminary work at the Triple Mountains was finished. The thrill of discovery was followed by the drudgery of study and analysis. In most cases we knew what we thought we had found, but we had to prove or disprove it. Sometimes an oddly shaped rock is a major discovery, more often than not, it is just an oddly shaped rock.
Our rate of correct suppositions was between forty and fifty percent. That was unusually high. We had indeed proved Triple Mountains was an exceptional site. The university and department began to consider plans to protect the site.
Our preliminary work ended just before we had a long Christmas break. My parents did something incredibly bizarre. They took month-long vacation to Hawaii. A friend had a house there and asked them to house sit. They had never done anything like that before.
Most people vacation in the summer. Spring through Fall are the busy times at the Feed and Seed. They took my sister and brother. I was to work on proposals for future studies of the site so I stayed. Uncle George said I could stay at his house, which was close to the site. That could have been a problem since I was never welcomed by Mildred.
Surprisingly, it was not as problem since Aunt Mildred had died in September. Uncle George explained why I wasn't told. "I know you are polite, and you would insist on coming to the funeral. You are doing important work at the university. I didn't want to disturb you." I told him I would liked to have been there.
"If I told you that finding her dead in her bed, was the best day of my life, would you have been surprised?" he asked. "I felt I had been pardoned after a life sentence."
"I might have been a little bit surprised," I said. We both laughed.
Mildred had been an only child and was their sole heir when her parents died, several years George married Mildred. She never told George about the extent of the inheritance. It had been what locals would call a tidy sum. George didn't know she put it into mutual funds in 1980. Inflation increased vastly since then. George hadn't needed to work for the last 30 years. I decided to stay with uncle George as my parents vacationed in the sun.
When I moved in for the vacation, George said we needed to talk.
"Edward, we had some good sex, I enjoyed it. To be frank, I enjoyed it a lot. I would love to do more, but only if you are okay with it. I am older and you are young. Are you just being polite?" he asked.
"I am 21 now and I know how to say no. You are a good guy and I enjoyed sex with you. That hasn't changed." I said. "Actually, I did a lot more than just enjoy it."
"I'm not exactly in love," George said. "But when I pushed my cock into you the first time, I loved it. I had fucked a few men, but I had rarely shot off in them. You were the first time it blew my mind. I don't think it was love, but I sure want to do it again."
"I love you as an uncle, but that's it," I said. "I knew you were excited. I loved that and I loved feeling your cock in me. Would it be okay if I loved you only when your cock is in my ass, and you are shooting sperm onto me? Is it okay if I fall out of love when you pull out?"
George's face looked odd, then I realized he was relieved. My ass was still open for him. All was well. I told him Elroy was alone in his apartment apartment at the university. When I mentioned Elroy, George laughed and said he could join us adding, "Does he has a good asshole too?"
I called Elroy and told him to join us in George's house. I explained that George wanted to celebrate Mildred's death by fucking as often as possible. Elroy and Billy were at George's front door by noon the next day. That turned into a nice foursome.
I sucked Elroy as Billy and George played. The play intensified and I heard Billy asked if my ass was available for general use. George said yes. "Would it bother you if you encountered my sperm in Ed's ass?" Billy asked. I didn't hear the answer, but George moved over to Elroy and Billy came to me. It was easy to take Billy's tool. Elroy took George's cock.
As Billy fucked me, George pounded Elroy. Elroy obviously loved that. Billy explored my ass until he shot off. I felt his powerful ejaculations. Billy and George pulled out at the same time. Billy went to Elroy. George came to me. George spread my legs and licked the remains of Billy's orgasm from my drooling ass. After he did that he eased his cock into me.
"It's so smooth and warm in you. Is it okay if I shoot off in you?" he whispered.
"I's love that." I replied. A few minutes later I felt him tense up, his cock twitched, and then forcefully filled my ass with sperm. It was beautiful.
"Don't worry, if you take my last ejaculations, you can fall out of love" he whispered. I squeezed my sphincter, and he ejaculated again.
Next to us, Elroy was draining his balls into Billy's behind.
It turned out to be a good vacation. Elroy and I got a lot of work done. George had a few friends who dropped by once and a while. Mildred had always been difficult on good days and nasty on bad days. As she got older the bad days increased. George's male friends met with him outside, in a barn or in his "office".
Billy had a new friend, Herbert. He was his cousin, and he just inherited the family farm. Billy also had connected with my friend Joseph. Joseph had a new pal, Troy. He was a few years behind us in school. Everyone thought he was slow. The school added a new nurse and she discovered he was deaf. Troy was a nice guy. This was a more varied group with younger and older men. There was no class in gay sex education, but the older guys were willing to share their experiences.
Since Billy and George both had out of the way farms. It was easy to casually drop in. It should have been no surprise that visiting George after Mildred died was much more enjoyable than before. Since Elroy and I were staying there over the Christmas vacation, there was a selection of sexual opportunities.
I wasn't too sure that I wanted to be a sexual opportunity. I soon realized my cock had clear and unwavering opinions about what I wanted. Intellectually, I wasn't sure about that, but in a showdown, my cock usually won. If I were to be technically correct, my cock always won. Not one of the men objected.
This was a good group of men. George's friends were all older guys. Jonathan, Troy, Elroy and I were young and friendly. When the old guys discovered we were interested and willing, they could hardly believe their good luck. The men talked to Billy and George. They were afraid we were reserved for their personal use. They were also worried we were fragile. Herbert, Billy's pal was a top. The others liked oral and the bottom.
There was one aspect that shocked them. At George or Billy's house you could be openly sexual gay men. You didn't need to hide or pretend about your true sexual urges and desires. You could suck and fuck and shoot off in any willing mouth or ass.
I realized that I rarely said no. I asked Elroy if that was a problem. "That's not a problem, I think that is an opportunity," he said. "I don't want to correct you, but if you were to be 100% correct, you never say no! As your true friend, I think that is one of your best characteristics." We both laughed.
George and Billy had a "get acquainted," get together to introduce us to their other pals. Elroy, Jonathan, Troy and I were already naked, and that seemed to get the party off to a good start. The old men there were the Wilson twins, Al and Pete. They were classic bachelor farmers. I knew them because they were regular customers at the Seed and Feed. Dad always had free coffee available for customers. That was a big event for Al and Dave. They weren't social butterflies. They were polite, but never talked to men they hadn't known in school fifty or more years earlier. I was the son of the boss man at Seed & Feed. I was okay.
They were identical twins, but Al broke a leg once and now had a limp. They were almost six feet tall and thin. They were both bearded and the beard merged with their chest hair. Since they knew me from the seed and feed store, they came over to me. Meeting new people was hard for them. I was with Elroy. They were almost naked, except for wearing what looked like Civil War era boxer shorts. These had been washed so many times they were almost transparent. Both men were in good shape for men of their age.
"It's different here," Al said. "Everyone is bare ass naked. What are we supposed to do."
"Well, I am planning to have some bare ass naked fun," I said. I cupped my equipment in case he didn't get the message.
"I don't know if anyone would like us," Dave murmured. He must have been excited since I knew that Dave didn't talk much. He listened. I could see his cock was tenting his boxers.
I took the bull by the metaphorical horns felt out his cock and said, "I think there a lot to like about you." He moaned.
I dropped to my knees, slipped his boxers down, and licked his knob. He moaned again. Elroy put one arm around Al's shoulder as he slipped his hand into the boxers and fondled Al's balls. "Were going to have some fun tonight," Elroy said.
Fifteen minutes later I was surprised when Al and Dave relaxed and became fully sexually engaged. Dave had the opposite of a short fuse. We sucked and played around for fifteen minutes before he popped. He had a beautiful orgasm. I thought he drained his balls. I was wrong. Before he went home, he shot off four times. I took his load, and while his cock head became incredibly sensitive, I took every drop. He told me he loved that. I was the first man to take his load and swallow.
Elroy hit it off with Al. They didn't say it but I suspected they had explored anal sex together. Al and Dave both had long, thin tools. Elroy's thick, meaty cock had a meaningful interaction with Al's prostate. Al and Dave apparently didn't know they had a prostate, so all was more than well. I popped my cock into Dave's ass. When my knob rammed his prostate, he went directly to heaven.
"I'm getting close to shooting. Do you want me to breed you?" I asked.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"I think of fucking with out shooting off as being like the Christmas turkey without gravy." I replied.
"Do I get to do you?" he asked.
"Would this be the first time you have shot off in a guy's ass," I asked. He said yes. "Well then, I would be deeply honored to take your load," I said. Twenty minutes later we had both had a meaningful exchange of bodily fluids.
Dave called Al to come. He showed his bother my ass and his sperm dribbles. Al was impressed. Al and Dave had not been blessed with much imagination, but they knew a good thing when they found it. The men all visited places they hardly knew existed. They found new sensations and discovered their bodies could serve as adult playrooms. The older men hadn't realized their bodies were a sexual playground.