White Tail Lodge 7
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 have made no gesture toward common sense either. 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.
Everyone rejoined us in the main room. Gill appeared. Wally had called him and asked him over to participate in the nights revels. The combination of naked men, animal skins and lots of beer made for an uninhibited night, not that we were not the most inhibited group of men to start with. Bill, Scooter and I had met years before during the Afton Mountain snow storm. The twins, Wally, Templeton, Bob and Vince had joined us on the island in the James two years earlier for a romp during a flood. Art, the preacher, the Rangers, Rex and Bobby, Gil and the UPS man, John, were new to the group.
I am not much a believer in sex as a spiritual experience. New age stuff bores me to tears. I am even less into the feminist vision of sex as an expression of power and domination. That always seemed to demand that the pleasure and enjoyment in sex were felt only by the fucker, not the fuckee. I know for a fact that isn't true. Some people may use others for sex, but I've always thought the feelings were mutual.
We were fourteen men in a hunting lodge in the middle of the mountains. All interested and willing to enjoy each other. I didn't know if some of the new men might be shy or uncomfortable, but I knew they weren't virgins and that if they could relax they have a good night.
Shyness was not to be a problem. Scooter got the ball rolling by getting on the floor on his hands and knees and doing a wolf imitation. He was joined by John, Bobby and Gil on the floor doing their own interpretations of dogs or foxes. This left them at ideal cock sucking height. In Gil's case it was rimming height. Bobby, the most restrained member of the group seemed to be very eager, sucking the cock of anyone who came in range.
Wally started a dance of some sort. It was a combination of Indian war dance combined with a bit of square dancing. That is, if there is such a thing as full frontal nudity in square dancing, and if the instructions were obscene. Wally was the leader giving order as was usually the case with the organist. He arranged us in pairs, in two lines, with cut guys on the right and uncut on the left. I guessed that there was a plan in his head, but I was too excited and had too many beers to care.
"Kiss your partner and tweak his balls" Wally chanted. "Do-se-do, Switch partners and do a walk!" Oddly Clyde, Wilbur and Bill were good dancers. It must have had something to do with line dancing. There were enough guys who knew what they were doing to make the dance work. Wally and Bill would demonstrate a step or move, and the rest of us followed.
"Feel your cock and take some ooze!" Wally took some pre cum from his cock. Bill mirrored his action. "Put it near your partner's nose!" Wally and Bill extended their arms and licked the other's pre cum from the finger. "Now grab his cock and hold the head!"
"Uncut boys you peel it back! Show that head for all to see! Get slit to slit and trade some lube!" I was with Wilbur and our cocks touched and we slipped them around, smearing our pre cum over our excited cock heads. We continually rotated partners repeating the same "steps" so that eventually we had tasted the pre cum of everyone in the room. The dance got faster and faster and when we stopped it was time for another beer. Everyone was excited and laughing.
"Well Wally. What is next on your schedule for the night?" Bob asked.
"Well I have several more dances I would like to try out." Wally said. "But I think we need a rest period. I am ever so slightly flushed." He said in his southern bell voice. "But we have more than eight feet of cock in this room, some else needs to think up a demonstration or skit, to fill in the rest period."
"Don't forget there must be ten feet of ass chute too!" I said, suddenly realizing I was getting close to being drunk. The room burst out laughing.
"If you are into statistics, there is a little more than six feet of antler in your asses" Wally said.
"And happy antlers they are!" Rex said. "Now I wouldn't want anyone to get the idea that I know anything about butt plugs, but these are wonderful. Who carved them Wally?"
"I did it during a long rainy weekend last year. And I have personally tested each for both comfort and effectiveness!" Wally said. "Charlie helped me with it." Charlie was a member of Wally's choir and had been a playmate during our Fourth of July session two years earlier.
"I have an idea." John said. "You all know that I am an inexperienced country boy." There was more laughter. " But I have wanted to try docking. I've got enough foreskin for two cocks, but have never found anyone the share it with me."
"We've never docked either." Clyde said.
"Is that like the way you've never been fucked?" Bob asked, remembering the twin's abilities at retro virginity. There was still more laughter.
"We are one hundred percent genuine docking virgins!" Clyde said, pretending to be hurt by Bob's insinuations.
"I have another little interest." John said. "I like saving cum in my skin. I love the feel of my head in the warm slime. I can tie off the skin and save it for later. I would love to feel another guy's cum in there." John called for volunteers and Art was first in line. Art had one of the smaller cocks in the room. Wally covered it in lubricant.
It turned out that John had incredible control over his cock. He kept it soft and you could see two inches of skin hanging below the cock head that was well up the skin shaft. Art's meat was rock hard. John opened the skin and Art slipped in. You could see every detail of Art's cock head as it traveled in the skin tunnel. Art moaned as John began caressing the cock sharing his foreskin.
John enjoyed it but didn't get hard. Bill and Vince flanked Art and played with his tits, and Vince played with the tail attached to the butt plug. Art didn't last long and he shot his load into the skin. Clyde replaced him.
"Damn! Its nice and slippery in there!" Clyde's cock was thick and uncut and you could clearly see his cock head and the skin being pulled back but John's tighter skin. Gil got underneath the two men and licked their balls.
"Work on Clyde, Gil." John said. "I'm trying to stay soft!" I was exciting to watch the coupling, but I was astounded that John could avoid getting an erection. Clyde popped and Templeton stepped to the plate. John's skin was stretched paper thin as the donkey dong entered. Bill squirted some lubricant on his hand and coated Johns cock with it. It glistened as Bill massaged the cock-filled tube. You could see each ejaculation of the cock as Templeton added his seed to the mix.
On the other side of the room Wilbur was trying his hand at docking. He clearly wasn't as good at avoiding an erection and there was a lot of laughter and ribald comments.
Jon, Bill, Vince and I were alone in a tight cluster. "Have you had enough?" Bill asked John.
"Shit no!" John said. "It's your turn." Bill's beer can cock worked into the scum filled skin effortlessly. Vince and I embraced the two cock connected men.
"Is it what you thought it would be?" I asked John. "As good as you expected?"
"Better." He replied. "But I got to shoot soon!"
"Is there room for two hard cocks in there?" Bill asked. "I'm just a guest. I can pull out."
"Don't even think about it!" John said. His cock was rising quickly, forcing Bill's out. John began to shake and shiver.
"That's right John, just let it flow." Vince said. I felt Bill shudder. His head was still in the tube so sperm began to squirt from the tight skin. Both their cock heads had to be bathed in a sea of cum. I wished that Skeeter was there so that he could get the juice. Suddenly I was on my knees sucking the cum as it spurted. Bill pulled apart from John and I sucked his head. He was mid climax and was still shooting forceful volleys of cum into my mouth. Cum didn't normally excite me that much, but I enjoyed it.
When Bill stopped, I relaxed and found Skeeter next to me sucking all the cum out of John and his foreskin. Scooter was in cum hound heaven. John's eyes were closed and le was letting all the cum drain from his cock into Scooter's mouth. His tongue was almost completely enveloped in the skin, docked in the tube. The two men were almost completely still except you could see the tip of Scooter's tongue flicking against the underside of John's cock head. Bill sat down, he was a bit dizzy and I continued to lick his cock.
Someone yelled in pain from the other side of the room. There was a commotion.
"Guys! We have a new rule!" Bob yelled. "No one wearing antlers can suck cock!" There was silence, then the room erupted in laughs and jeers. Wally had been the antler clad sucker, and Rex had been his victim.
"I always wondered why there is no oral sex in the moose and elk world." Bobby said. "Now I know. All anal sex, doggy style is the name of the game for those with horns and antlers!" Bobby went over to his partner, Rex, and got to his knees. He was in a brown bear head dress that matched his reddish-copper body hair well. "I'll make it all better." He said as he deep throated Rex.
"That's great Bobby." Rex said. "Really good." I knew that Rex and Bobby had played together, but there was a sense of appreciation in Rex's voice that said he was enjoying his partner more. Bobby wasn't faking his interest.
"I think there may be a doctoral dissertation in that somewhere!" Gil said. "Antlers and the sexual habits of quadrupeds."
Wally came over to me, looking a bit sheepish, or at least as sheepish as a man in a deer costume can. "I got carried away." He confessed.
"Is this the kind of games your aunt had when she had parties?" I asked.
"Scrabble." He said. "Strip Scrabble." I looked at him with skepticism. "Only joking. Scrabble without the strip." Bob, dressed in a black bear outfit, joined us with Wilbur and Clyde in wolf costumes. Gil was just plain naked.
Scooter was still attached to John's cock. Rex and Bobby were having an intimate sexual interlude on the couch. Art was with Templeton, Vince and Bill sitting near the fire. Everyone had begun to calm down.
"These pugs are good, but they get in the way of one of my favorite activities." Bob said. Wally nodded.
"Fancy dress parties are fun." Wally said. "But with my antlers, I can't suck, and my other favorite play spots are plugged up. Maybe it's time to relive the pressure on our prostates so we can get some heavy duty fun underway."
"You mean this hasn't been heavy duty?" Gill asked. "What else is left?"
"It's time for a snack." Wally said. "We can get back to play afterwards." I thought he was talking about some new sexual practice he had invented especially for the night. He was talking about chocolate cake and ice cream.
I would have thought that lots of beer, lots of sex and chocolate cake was an odd combination. It had to be the best cake I had eaten. It was a long day, and the cake was a shot of pure energy. Wally served it with an after dinner liqueur, and everyone felt reinvigorated. Everyone removed their costumes and tails and while the novelty was gone, the nudity seemed to relax us and make us feel more comfortable. The new men were comfortable with the group and inhibitions were shed.
"Anyone feel like another dance?" Wally asked. "I thought we might try something pagan with a deflowered virgin as the grand finale. "
"Where in fuck are we going to find a virgin?" Clyde asked.
"I'd be willing to play a virgin." Art said timidly.
"There is too much meat in this room for a novice." Wally said. "I don't want to turn you off to the wonderful world of anal sex."
"The meat is what he's after Wally!" Bill said. "This boy is ripe. He wants the experience."
The discussion degenerated into dirty jokes and a squabble as to whom would be first. Gil came over to me and tapped me on the shoulder.
"I'm a virgin." He whispered. I thought he was joking at first, but then I realized what he meant.
"Never been fucked?" I whispered too.
"No never."
"Wally never tried?" I asked.
"He's always the perfect gentleman. Never forced his attentions." Gil said. "I've pitched, but never caught. I really want to see what it's like, but not in front of all the guys."
"Let the guys play with Art, and I find someone to break you in on the side." I said.
Art had taken the situation into his own hands by this time. Wally had been indecisive about Art's suitability, but Art wasn't indecisive at all. He was hot and ready to trot. Vince was the object of his affection, or more correctly, lust. Wally graciously offered to help as did the twins, Bob and the rangers.
Art must have been an exhibitionist in a previous life. He made great show of getting ready for the event. The guys took turns working lubricant into his ass, and most played a while with his prostate. He moaned and howled in pleasure, squirming with every touch. Vince was getting ready when Wally used his cock head to get Art's chute tenderized. There were accusations that Wally was being unfair, but no complaints came from Art.
While attention focused on Art and Vince, Bill, John and I helped Gil with his problem. We went up to the loft area overlooking the room and watched the festivities from the balcony. Bill fingered Gil's hole and began to open him up. I thought that John would be the perfect first fucker. His cock was long and somewhat thin. Both Bill and I were meaty in comparison. But John was still spent from his docking episode, and needed more recovery time. Bill was in the same situation, so I was the chosen one.
Gil leaned over the balcony and took an open stance that left his hole accessible. John lubricated me well and I got behind Gil with my cock at his hole.
"Is it going to hurt?" He whispered. He didn't seem to mind feeling my cock head nosing at his ass. That was a good sign.
"As Queen Victoria told her oldest daughter before her wedding night. Close your eyes and think of England!" I said. Gil burst out laughing, and I shoved into the hilt. He gasped and stood really still. I hadn't planned such a direct assault. It just happened that way. I was immediately afraid I had hurt him.
He didn't move for about a minute. Then he began to grind his ass to get a better position. He raised his ass and was trying to manipulate my cock into a better position.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Not bad at all!" Gil said. "It was a shock, but there is an awful lot of feeling coming from somewhere in there." I began to pump.
"Just relax and let the feelings flow." Bill said. He and John had flanked us on the balcony. "It only gets better as you get used to it." Gil did what he was told and clearly began to enjoy himself. I reached around and felt his cock. It was hard but dry. From the way he was grinding I guessed he wanted something deeper in his ass. John had recovered by this time and was erect again. I looked at John and knew what he wanted so I pulled out and let him take my place.
I marked the path, but John hit pay dirt. Gil glowed when John's cock hit the perfect spot. John must have felt the reacion id the blond bear's body and he pulled partly out and when in again, hitting the same spot with Gil reacting the same way.
"Had enough?' John asked.
"If you don't mind, I think I could do this for a good long while!" Gil said.
"It takes me a long time to shoot a second time, are you ready for a long session?'
"Shit yes!" Gil said.
Down on the floor below Art was discovering the truth about the tree trunk Wally called a cock. The head was small but the shaft got larger toward the base. We could clearly see the cock head disappear in the hole, and Art took it without reaction. As it got deeper and deeper Art began to moan and squirm. Art had no problem with size and he was trying to get more of the cock in, not keep it out.
"Well I miss-judged you!" Wally said. "Your ass is a wide as your mouth! " The group laughed.
"I think you got in line ahead of me!" Vince said. "I was first on the boy's dance card." Vince was at full erection and cut an impressive figure, looking more like a male fertility figure than a man. Wally polite told his he would relinquish his place in line if he could get a rain check. Art nodded, and Wally pulled out.
Vince, the Fire Hose, had fucked me, but never done it before the entire group before. Art was excited and a bit afraid. Everyone else was just plain excited. It would be quite a show.