White Tail Lodge Part 1
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and no gesture toward common sense too. This story follows on my earlier stories, Snow on the Mountain and Preaching to the Choir. They aren't required reading, but it might help you to get to know the characters better. I am re-describing the characters in this story so that it will stand on its own. I have started a new story, Uncle Jake, that deals with Clyde and Wilbur, the twins. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.
My old friend, Wally had invited me to his hunting camp for a week end. I had almost no interest in hunting but the idea of a stay in the Blue Ridge mountains in the fall was appealing. I had spent a wonderful Fourth of July weekend with him and some mutual friends several years before. Wally and I have the same interests, not the least of which was our sexual tastes. We both like men, not boys, and both think of sex as a recreational activity, rather than as a spiritual event.
I am a very proper middle-aged architect who discovered at age fifty, not only that I liked sex with men, but I liked lots of it. I like men a bit rugged, and attitude free.
Wally was the organist in a big church in downtown Richmond. When you met him you would guess he was the Queen of Heaven. He was demanding, hyperactive, and slightly eccentric. Six feet tall and with a close-cropped beard, he looked masculine enough, but there was an air about him. When he got naked, he got more macho. Naked in a group of naked men he got downright earthy. It helped that he was hung like a horse.
The hunting trip had been planned for the fall following the party on the Fourth, but it took place two years later. Bill, the barrel chested construction superintendent who was the sparkplug behind our get-together was in a serious car accident. His wife was killed, and he was badly injured. After a long period of rehabilitation, it was clear that he would no longer work construction, and he came to work for me as a field inspector. He had a good way of working with people and immediately made a contribution to my office.
Bill also lived with me. First it was during his rehab, since my house was three blocks from the hospital. We got along really well and the arrangement became permanent. My only complaint about Bill is that he is unwilling to let me know when he is in pain, and won't take it easy when the injuries act up. For the trip I was going to take a week off and have a leisurely drive to the mountains, Bill couldn't sit for a long period in the car. He arranged for several of his old buddies to come on the trip, but most would be there for only a few days.
Wally gave me detailed and accurate instructions for getting to the cabin. We left Richmond at seven and turned off the Skyline drive at about three in the afternoon, doing some site seeing in Charlottesville and some shopping along the way. It normally would be no more than a three-hour drive.
The dirt road to White Tail Lodge was over grown and rutted, and wound around so much you got disoriented. Finally we came to a clearing and saw the cabin. It was two stories of granite and roughhewn longs, and must have had six thousand square feet. It was clearly a sophisticated architect's interpretation of a rustic hunting lodge.
A dog barked in greeting. Wally heard our car arrive and greeted us at the broad verandah that surrounded the house. "Bill, Max, great to see you!" He said. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"No problem at all," I said. "A spectacular house! Is it your dog?"
" New dog, old house. The dog's name is Bach. He appeared, decided this was his home and adopted me. My crazy Aunt Isabel gave me the house. You remember that she liked her architecture!" Wally said. "She had a flair. How are you doing Bill? It's a long drive."
"Just great! Wonderful drive, beautiful day." Bill said.
"Well, let me show you to your room and you can rest, or sample my brand new, all but Olympic sized hot tub." Wally said. He and I unpacked the car while Bill watched. Lifting was a forbidden activity, and Bill hated to be a bystander when work was being done. Our room was on the first floor and was big enough to be a hunting cabin in its own right.
"Want to rest, Bill?" I asked.
"Shit no, Lets get naked and try out the tub!" Bill said. That sounded good to me. Bill was an odd guy. He loved sex with men but also had genuinely loved his wife. He was driving the car. There had been no way to avoid the drunk diving the wrong way down the I-95 ramp, but he had dwelled on the "if only I had" scenarios. Only now was he was beginning to be like his old self.
"Where is the hot tub?" I yelled from the bedroom door.
"On the south side porch!" Wally yelled back. "I will meet you there in ten minutes. Remember, this place is like the pools in old fashioned YMCAs. Naked only."
We were there in five minutes. Wally was waiting naked and half erect.
"Glad to see us?" Bill asked smiling.
"Whatever makes you think that?" Wally said giving his cock a stroke or two. "I've been dreaming about this for two years." Wally came over and cupped Bill's balls in his hand. "Nice to have you back."
We got in the hot tub. Bill had lost a lot of weight, but at 210 pounds and 5-10, he was still a big man. The thick coat of blond white hair seemed thicker on his smaller body and was continuous from his beard to his legs. His bull balls were still impressive but his beer can cock was deceptively small in its relaxed state. Only the skin-covered head showed in the bush.
Wally was as impressive as always. He was the size queen's dream date. Underneath his slightly effete exterior was a driven sex machine. We all got in the tub. The warm bubbly water was relaxing and comfortable. We caught up on personal news and felt the tension draining from our bodies. Bill was careful about his pain pills, he never took them when he was working, because he thought they clouded his judgement, but they also restricted his sexual performance. He had not taken any today, but the hot tub provided all the relaxation he needed.
Wally was horny and had Bill's cock in his throat as soon as he got him out of the water. Bill sat on the edge of the tub as I massaged his back and Wally took care of his cock.
"I have some friends coming over to join us shortly." Wally said. "I told them about you all and our Fourth of July festivities. They are looking forward to meeting you."
"Playmates?" I asked.
"Inexperienced but eager to learn!" Wally laughed. The dog started to bark. "It's either them or a deer. Bach doesn't differentiate between two and four legged creatures. Wally put on a robe and went to check out the disturbance. I heard voices and Wally returned with two uniformed men, game wardens.
"Max, Bill, I'd like you to meet Rex Carstairs and Bobby Williams." Wally said. "The Commonwealth of Virginia has hired them to protect Bambi in these parts." Rex was balding and bearded, about fifty. His brown hair was streaked with white, giving his beard the look of a schnauzer, if schnauzers were over six feet tall. Bobby was younger, shorter and stockier with a natural blond hair and a reddish beard.
I introduced my self and then explained. "I normally don't meet men in my birthday suit." I said. "But we just got out of the tub." Bobby was obviously taken by Bill.
"Wally said this was a casually dressed affair, but I didn't guess how casual." Rex said. We all laughed. "The hot tub looks mighty inviting after a day on back trails."
"Rex, if you are angling for an invitation to jump in, consider yourself invited!" Wally said. "Just think of this place as Rangers Rest." The two men took off their uniforms and got in the tub. Bill joined them. Bobby was shy. He was more muscular nude than he looked in his uniform, and was covered with a curly coat of red hair. Embarrassment did nothing to enlarge his cock and balls. They looked small.
Rex looked like a former football lineman who was losing a battle with middle age. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't toned either. His chest hair and bush were connected by a hair trail. His cock was cut, five inches, soft, and the head nestled between two low hanging balls. Bobby looked relieved when he got in the water and was no longer standing naked in front of us. Bill got in the tub next to him.
"How long have you known Wally?" Bill asked.
"About two months." Rex said.
"We're new here and were contacting all of the landowners in the area to make sure they knew the rules for the season." Bobby added. "Wally is more strict about the hunting regulations that we are." Bill was sitting very close and they must have been touching under the water. "It was a relief to find him after some of our experiences here."
"The hills are alive with red neck poachers, survivalists looking for black helicopters and preppie lawyers from D.C." Rex said. "Wally was really cordial."
"Wally has a lot to be cordial with." Bill said. Wally stood up and was at half staff. I began to suck him. Wally had a tree trunk like cock, long and very thick at the base and tapering toward the head.
"Your pleasure is my pleasure." Wally said. "Don't over cook yourselves." Bill stood up in the tub, turned to get out and all but had his cock in Bobby's mouth. Bobby glanced at me deep throating Wally and he took Bill's cock. He took a little lick first, then deep throated it.
"Well, you're cordial yourself." Bill said. Bobby seemed to loose his shyness as he got most of Bill's cock in his mouth. Rex got out of the tub and joined me in sampling Wally's meat. Wally was big enough for two. Wally got on a recliner, and I was on my knees licking Wall's cock and meeting Rex' tongue as he worked on the other side of the shaft.
"Are you the one that Wally says is such a good bottom?" Rex asked of me.
"I sure am!" I said. Bobby and Bill were out of the tub and exploring each other's meat in the sixty-nine position. I continued to suck Wally while Rex went behind me and touched my ass. Wally had some lubricant tucked under his chair and he handed it to Rex. Rex lubricated him self and soon worked his cock into my ass. Wally had been relaxed as I had sucked him, but when Rex began to enter me, get got excited and began to ooze. The pre cum excited me, and Rex sighed in enjoyment as his shaft entered my chute.
It was a perfect fit. His cock and my ass were matched. He filled the entire chute and applied pressure to my prostate. I had not been fucked by anyone new since the party on the Fourth. Vince, the fire hose, Desoto and the twins, Clyde and Wilbur were the last new men to be in my ass, two years earlier. Vince dropped by once and a while as did Wally, but the pressure of work and everyone's hectic schedule made it difficult to get together.
I hate to sound slutty, but once and a while it's exciting to feel a new cock in your ass. Rex was as excited as me. He has his whole shaft in my ass, and seemed to savor the tight fit. He would make a few pumping movements and moaned, then would stop.
"I don't believe this." He whispered. "This is great." I tightened my ass. "Oh, yes! Milk me!" He pumped again. His cock was rock hard and applied a constant pressure to my prostate. The dog began to bark again.
"Let me up, Max, I think we may have more company." Wally said. Rex and I broke apart and let Wally get his robe and see what was bothering the dog. "Don't stop playing on my account. If it's someone selling Girl Scout cookies, I will send then on their way. If it's part of our group, I'll bring them back."
I got on the recliner, got my legs on Rex's shoulders and he resumed his slow fucking. Bill and Bobby joined us. Bill's cock was at its full beer can size, and Bobby had lost his shyness. "That look like a lot of fun to me Bill." Bobby said. "I'd love to try your cock in my ass."
"Have you been fucked by anyone as thick as I?" Bill asked. "Have you tried Wally on for size?"
"Shit no!" Bobby laughed as he replied. "Wally's cock is not for beginners. I'm pretty sure I'd like yours."
"I may be a little rusty." Bill said. He glanced at me with a questioning look in his eyes. We had been together for over a year, and had not been very sexually active. He didn't want to offend me. I winked at him. "Ok, Bobby. Lie down beside Max and open wide." Bobby got on the recliner next to me and Rex handed Bill the lubricant. The sun was warm, but not as warm as Rex's cock in my ass. After ten minutes of slow fucking my ass was getting sensitive. His little pumping motions were getting to be really exciting.
Rex and I were having a great time. Pure sex, fun and exciting. I looked at Bobby and saw that he was really excited. Bill is a considerate fucker, and if Bobby could take it, he would be on another planet in a minute or two. Sweat glistened on Bobby's chest and his body hair enveloped him in a copper colored aura. He winced as Bill popped his huge head in his hole.
"Ok?" Bill asked. "I'll pull out if you want?"
I could see that Bobby's cock was fully inflated. "No, No." Bobby said. "Just go slow." Bill went slow and soon was deep dicking him. I forgot the first rule of group sex. Never get so interested in what you're are watching that you forget your own cock. I began to shoot.
"Shit that looks like Old Faithful!" Rex said. He began to breathe heavily and moan. Suddenly he pounded my ass as he shot off. I squirted cum everywhere. Rex pulled out and sent a few volleys of sperm onto my chest. I closed my eyes and felt wonderfully relaxed as that last spurts of cum dribbled from my cock.
"I'm cumming!" Bobby cried.
"That's it baby, just let her flow!" Bill said. "That's a good load. You've done real good." I felt someone licking the cum off my chest. I was too relaxed to open my eyes.
"Scooter!" Bill said. Scooter was a part of Bill's old crew, and the biggest cum-hound in Virginia. Scooter must have been the cause of Bach's barking. When I opened my eyes, our group had expanded. Templeton, the horse hung tenor in the Richmond Choral sextet had joined us, with Scooter, and the twins from the Public Utilities department, Clyde and Wilbur.
"Did you all come together?" Bill asked.
"We all came in Scooter's, one hundred percent red-neck, tribute to the Grateful Dead, VW Van!" Templeton said. "Why we weren't pulled over by state troopers is beyond me. I see the festivities have begun."
"They sure have!" Bill said. "But the day is still young."
Wally rejoined us and introduced everyone, and offered everyone a beer. Scooter finally let me up after he had cleaned the last drip of sperm from my hairy chest. The new guests tried out the hot tub as the rest of us relaxed in the later afternoon sun. We caught up on news.
"Mike is the superintendent now." Scooter said. "He'll be here tomorrow with John-Boy and Ronnie."
"I see you've kept in touch with some of the crew from the Fourth?" I said. Clyde and Wilbur were country boys like Scooter. Templeton was a dapper and proper banker moving his way up the corporate ladder in Richmond.
"I guess you could say that Templeton and I have been keeping company." Scooter said. "I seem to be getting a taste for classical music."
"Really?"
"Really. And classical musicians' cocks." Scooter said. "Go figure. I saw Templeton at the hospital when Bill was laid up. Went home with him and spent the night with his cock in my ass. Got to like it. Like it a lot."
"And the twins?"
"They came to fix the water lines to Templeton's house." Scooter said. "We had a real good time. They drop by once and a while."