White Tail Lodge 8
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.
Art was on his back when Vince moved into position. Wally's cock looked big until Vince got his horse meat to full erection. The mushroom head nuzzled in the hole then the head vanished. Vince stopped at the ridge the separated the shaft from the head and pumped the head back and forth through Art's sphincter.
In spite of Wally's concerns about the fitness of Art to take a monster like Vince's, Art showed no sign of anything but an almost crazed enjoyment. It seems to me that most men are either restrained or try to hold back the expression of their feelings, especially in sex. It's not that unusual to have a guy who says nothing but "Shit, that's good!" at the most intense moment of an orgasm, and show no other signs of pleasure.
Art was out of control. He was a moaning, twitching sex machine. My own experience with Vince made me aware of the intensity of the feeling as his monster filled your ass. Art showed he was experiencing extreme sexual pleasure. He responded to every stimulant. He liked it and he wasn't afraid who knew he liked it. Remembering Clyde's story about his first meeting with the preacher, it was difficult that this was the same man who was frightened of his first gay experience.
"Are you ready?" Vince asked. Art nodded and the entire telephone pole vanished into the ass. Art's dick expanded and began to spray the onlookers with cum. Stimulated by nothing other that Vince, Art climaxed.
I was excited but disappointed that the show was over. Vince pulled out, looking disappointed too. I knew he wanted to cum in Art's ass. He was always considerate and knew that post orgasmic fucking was difficult for most men to tolerate.
"Don't stop! Get it in again!" Art cried. Vince's head hadn't cleared the hole, so Vince shoved the shaft in all the way. "Shit, that's good! Keep on pumping!" Art wanted a royal fucking and that is what Vince gave him.
The two men fed on each other's excitement. Vince always afraid of hurting his partner, usually held back until the last few thrusts before orgasm. With Art that was no problem. He screwed full throttle. Art never lost his erection after he shot, and Vince turned out to have incredible stamina. He would go at full tilt, slow up for a while then get to it again. Art just took it all.
We were not the most inhibited men in the world anyway, but as Vince and Art went at it everyone caught the spirit. Gil and John were already at the same level of excitement as Art. John began to twitch as he shot in Gil's ass. John collapsed. He was finished for a while. Gill was still hard, so we all rejoined the group on the main floor.
Vince and Art were in the middle of a ring of excited men. Wilbur, Clyde and Templeton were feeding their cocks to Art. They supported his head, and held his legs open for Vince. Bob and Wally were both hard as a rock being serviced by Skeeter. Bobby and Rex were just watching. You had a sense of built up sexual energy that hadn't quite exploded.
Our arrival from the loft above seemed to provide the needed spark.
Bobby almost attacked Bill. They had been together before and Bobby was ready. Rex took a look at Gil and I saw true love in his eyes. Gil and Rex had known each other professionally, and when Rex saw Gill coming down the stairs with a spectacular erection Rex knew what he wanted. He later told me that he had thought about Gil but had never thought of him as a possibility. Rex had just enough beer and stimulation and he went for it. Gil was more than receptive.
I was left alone, but Bob gestured to be to come over. We got Skeeter up from the floor and got over to the side. We were in a tight clutch.
"Bob and I want to fuck." Wally whispered. "Can you accommodate us?" I nodded.
"As long as I have something to suck on, I'm game." Skeeter said. "You're big boys." Skeeter was a social bottom, the sexual equivalent of a social drinker. He never confessed to disliking it, but it wasn't the first thing that occurred to him when he thought about sex. He was a good sport and willing to be helpful.
We went into my bedroom and Skeeter and I sixty-nined on the edge of the bed and Wally took me doggy style and Bob screwed Skeeter on his back. Wally and Bob entered us simultaneously. I watched Bob's cock enter Skeeter as Wally rammed my prostate. Skeeter's cock oozed a tablespoon of pre cum as Bob's head cleared the ass ring. He was with the scene and was deep throating in time with Bob's thrusts.
Wally and Bob were both musically oriented and their sense of timing was perfect. Bob would thrust, followed by Wally. As in a good jazz improvisation they would vary the pattern, ramming my prostate three times in a second and leaving me gasping for air. Skeeter had the prefect cock. I could take it all and breath at the same time. I watched Bob's cock ram hard, and immediately felt Skeeter shudder and ejaculate a small amount of semen or precum with each thrust.
Skeeter and I had a utilitarian interest in each other. Sex was fun but not earth shaking. Suddenly I felt a deep attachment to him. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in this position, linked together. My cock was deep in his soft sucking mouth, my balls floated on his thick beard. His cock was in my throat so I could only see his hairy balls. This seemed to be as beautiful a view as I could ever want. We couldn't eat, but his cum would be enough. We could become the perfect perpetual sucking machines, fueled only by the products of our balls. I closed my eyes.
In retrospect, I realized that I had way too much to drink, but the fantasy lasted for hours. Or, at least, I thought it was hours. I heard Bill come in and ask if he could share the bed with Bobby. The bed bounced and so there was a second pattern of movements as Bill screwed Bobby.
It stopped and every thing slowed down. My ass was empty. I was going to open my eyes and see what was happening when a bigger cock rammed my ass. Wally and Bob had traded places. Bob wasn't as long as Wally, but he was thicker and his cock head was huge, unlike Wally. He hit my magic button and I was in heaven. I desperately wanted to hold it in deep so I could savor the thickness, but Bob wouldn't stop. And if the amount of precum is any indication, Skeeter was feeling the same with Wally's cock.
I pulled of so that Skeeter and I were connected only by out cock head, so that I could manipulate my ass to trap Bob in, when Skeeter filled my mouth with cum. He filled it, and as I was going to swallow, Wally told me to let it drip on my beard. I took a second mouthful and climaxed myself. Skeeter was like a wet vac. I tried to pull away since my head had become ultra sensitive, but Skeeter would have none of that.
Bob moaned as he ejaculated into my ass. He pulled it out and I felt the warm splatter of man seed on my back. I finally let go of Skeeter's cock and was gasping for air when Wally pulled out and shot his seed into my mouth. My face was covered with cum. We broke apart and lay on the bed panting. I felt someone licking the cum of my face. It was Skeeter, so I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
I woke at five and realized that here was a major storm raging outside. Wally was up.
"Any hunting today?" I asked.
"Nope, this will be a day of rest." Wally said. "Ice, snow sleet and rain and fifty mile an hour winds. No Bambi frolicking in the woods today. Go back to sleep."
"That makes sense to me." I returned to the bedroom. Bill, Bobby and Bob were in with me. I woke again when I felt a cock at my ass hole.
"Like to do a favor for an old friend?" Bill whispered in my ear.
"That would make my day." I said. I adjusted my legs so my hole was more open.
"I was kind of hoping that you would fuck me." He said.
"That would really make my day!" I said as I rolled over. Bill is odd in some ways. He is muscular, macho and strong, but his skin is pink. With white hair and pink skin there was a softness and delicacy that contrasted with his masculine nature. You don't expect a hard guy to be pink. He is covered in a thick coat of white hair. The only dark color on his body is the rich purple cock head, and the pale blue veins on the shaft. The cock head is usually covered with his hairy foreskin.
He usually topped me. I am a bottom by preference, he a top. We had been playing with other friends for most of the trip, and Bill wanted to make sure we were still close. We were. Neither of us are kissy- kissy guys. We were both more comfortable sucking and fucking.
"Can we sixty-nine first?" I asked.
"I insist!" He laughed. We never did fuck. We had a pleasant half hour sucking and shooting. This was the end of the doctor-patient relationship we had fallen into. We were back to normal. I have a tendency to be a mother hen, and he the rebellious son. That all vanished in the climaxes. We were friends again.
Bobby woke as I drained the last bit of cum from Bill's cock. We shared it. It made Bobby really happy. Wally called us for breakfast and we got dressed.
There was an icy something covering everything outside the window. It was miserable. The lodge was warm, but Wally was deeply suspicious that the electricity would not last. We finished a hearty breakfast and the lights flickered and failed. The room was quiet with only the sound of the burning fire.
The house was designed for this problem. There was a back up generator to run the well, and the fireplace could both heat the place and provide for cooking. Wally was even more ready, giving orders for everyone to do what was necessary. We built up the supply of wood on the porch and drained the hot tub so it wouldn't freeze. I helped Wally get the wood fire cooking implements out of storage. An open fire was not the right place for non-stick cookware. I was also in charge of the generator. I checked it hourly and refueled it when necessary.
Rex called in on his cell phone to tell the ranger station that he was stranded. The dispatcher said that everyone was stranded, so not to worry. Outside the window the storm was beginning to be more clearly ice, so the road would be impassable. Rex and Bobby kept abreast of the current weather information. Tomorrow would be fifty to sixty degrees, so whatever ice there was, would be gone by then.
The house was well equipped with summer camp type reading materials. We had a slew of paperback murder mysteries and adventure tales. I found an old Perry Mason mystery with a price tag of twenty-five cents and an add to buy War Bonds on the back cover. I was happy. It turned into a nice sleepy day.
Some of the hunters went out to the shed to butcher the venison. It would be a rustic dinner cooked on an open fire tonight. Wally called it a Robin Hood moment. The lodge was warm, but unevenly so. Near the fireplace it was toasty. Near the windows and in the two bedrooms it was quite cool. I sat near a window in a flannel shirt and wool jacket to get the light and was comfortable.
I looked out the window and saw two forms coming down the road toward the Lodge. I called Wally and we went out to meet them. It was sleeting now and it was difficult to see in the pelting ice pellets.
"Our car slid off the road!" A voice said. "We ran out of gas. No heat."
"Come on in!" Wally said. "No electricity here, but the fireplace is burning," The two figures were so wrapped in big parkas that you couldn't tell anything about them. I wondered if it might be a husband and wife, since the second figure was smaller. That would change our plans for the after dinner entertainment here. Looking on the bright side, a night of rest would not have been that bad.
The lodge had seemed a bit cool when I was reading in the window. After being outside the room seemed almost steamy.
We took our coats off.
"Let me introduce my self. I'm Danny Wilson. This is my . . ." He paused. " son, Freddy." We shook hands. Danny was 40 or 45, six feet, about 180 pounds, with a two-day growth of beard. Danny was 5-9, thin, with an ineffectual effort at a beard. He was either a young twenty five year old, or a mature sixteen year old. "I wouldn't bother you, but I was afraid we might freeze in the car." Danny said.
"No problem at all." Wally said.
Wilbur came in and said hello. "Auto mechanic?" He asked
Danny looked surprised. "Yes. How did you know?"
"I was a grease monkey for a while." Wilbur said, "You can scrub your hands until hell freezes over but the grease is still there." Danny fit in to the group without difficulty. Freddy looked uncomfortable.
"Lunch is going to be refrigerators surprise!" Wally announced. It was good as usual, and everyone got to meet the new comers.
"We were going to spend the weekend hunting, but the weather forecast in tidewater didn't seem to include a ice storm." Danny said. He was from Newport News and ran a service station.
"This started as a hunting weekend and will end as a hunting party. The ice is temporary." Bob said.
"Hunting deer or bear?" Danny asked. He paused before the word bear and gave it emphasis.
"Deer." Bob answered.
"I guess you have enough bears inside the house. I see you have lot of big guys here." Danny said. "Big guys!"
"What you don't see is bigger than what you do." Bob said under his breath. Danny looked at him and smiled. There was a huge crack that sounded like a lightening strike. The whole lodge shook.
"What in hell is that?" Vince cried. We raced to the windows and saw massive oak in ruins in the front yard. It was as if all the branches fell off at once leaving a ruined stump. We first thought ice destroyed the tree, but found out that lightening had played a role too. There must have been thirty feet of branches and debris in the yard. We finished lunch and the hunters returned to their work.
There was no way to clear the tree in the vile weather so we finished lunch and I returned to Perry and Della Street. Danny and Freddy were siting on a couch near me.
"If I don't get to suck some cock this weekend, I'm going to blow up." Freddy whispered. "I need it."
"Just calm down."Danny said. "It's only for a day. I kind of feel good about this group."
Clyde and Wilbur came up to them.
"Got room on the couch for two more?" Clyde asked.
"Sure. Take a seat." Danny said. They sat on the ends of the couch.
"Nice looking boy you have there. Are you training him?" Clyde had his arm on the back of the couch, as did Wilbur so Danny and Freddy were surrounded by the twins.
"Tying to. He's real eager, but too impatient." Danny said. "You know boys. They want to be experts at the first day on the job."
"We remember!" Clyde. "But if you like it , you can learn real fast."
"I like it a lot!" Freddy said.