Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2000 02:16:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: White Tail Lodge 4

White Tail Lodge Part 4

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.  Another story, Uncle Jake, deals with Clyde and Wilbur, the twins. If
you have any suggestions or comments, please e-mail me.


I was ready to get to know Gil a lot better when I heard a car drive
up. Since Vince said that he wasn't going to be there for a few hours, I
was afraid it might have been the mailman, so I pulled on my shorts and
went to the front of the house to investigate.  There was a silver Corolla
there with a young man at the wheel.  I walked up.

"Can I help you?" I asked as the man rolled down the window.

"Yes, I'm looking for Wally Jones' house." He said. "I was supposed to meet
some friends there.  Is this the place?"

"You found it!" I said. "Are you looking for Clyde?  He said a friend of
his might be coming here."

The young man got out of the car. He was blushing and obviously
uncomfortable. "Yep. Clyde and Wilbur asked me to come, but I feel odd
barging in on the party. Are you Wally?"

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Max MacAfee. Are you Art?"

He was six feet tall, with black hair and a mustache, with pale skin.  "Did
he tell you about me?" He asked. "I'm not sure I should stay."

Gil walked from the rear of the house wearing only shorts. Art took one
look at him and glowed. It was as if he had taken a shot of rush.  "Don't
worry Art. Everyone is both friendly and casual around here." I
said. "You'll have a great time."

Gill introduced him self, and the two men obviously had a chemistry. "We're
in the back at the hot tub. Care to join us?" Gill asked.

"Sure." Art agreed readily. "Where is the bathroom?  It's been a long
drive." I took him in the house, pointed out the tub in the back and
rejoined Gil.

"Nice looking kid." Gil said.  "He reminds me of some of my graduate
students."

"You like them young?" I asked. He smiled.

"I like to look, but can't touch." Gil said. "He's not a boy."

"A solid twenty-five, I would guess." I said. "Nervous as hell.  Clyde said
he was uncomfortable with his sexual preferences."

"Shit." Gil said. "I'm uncomfortable with my tastes. I never dreamed I
would like sex with men.  If it wasn't so enjoyable, I wouldn't do it. I'm
new to this.  Wally has been teaching me."


"St. Wally?"

"I had never done much more than look until Wally asked me if he could give
me a blow job.  I had had several drinks, was horny and figured what to
hell. By then end of the night he had sucked me dry twice. I took his load
and had spent some time in his ass." Gil said. "I didn't know sex could be
that good."

"You didn't know?"

"Didn't have a clue."  Gil said. "But I know now."

Art joined us.  Gill stripped and got back in the tub.  Art watched every
movement and clearly liked what he saw.  I joined Gill.  "Come on Art.
Join us." Gil said. "We're all boys here, there is nothing we haven't seen
before."

Art took his shirt off. His skin was pale, but healthy looking with a
breastplate of hair connecting his pink nipples. A trail of hair bisected
his torso. He was well built but not muscular.  When he dropped his pants,
his briefs were tented.  He blushed.  Gil stood and showed him his own cock
at half staff.  "Come over here and sit beside me." He said. Art took off
his briefs and got in the water.

Art's cock was six inches, not quite erect, and he had an impressive set of
balls. They hung low and were very evident since his cock was sticking
out. He sat beside Gil. We talked for a few minutes. Clearly Gil and Art
were hitting it off and I felt like a fifth wheel. There was a loud
honking.

"Shit, who is that?" I asked.

"It's the UPS man. That's his signal."  Gil said.  I got out of the tub and
started to put my shorts on again.  "Don't worry about that. He's a member
of the fraternity.  This is his last stop of the day and he's ready to
unwind." Gill explained. "He'll join us back here."

I stood as a tall thin man in an UPS uniform turned the corner of the
house. "Is Wally here?" He yelled.

""Nope, but he'll be back shortly." Gill said. "Like to join us?" The UPS
man had already unbuttoned his shirt and had it off. He had a runner's
body, heavily tanned, spare and muscular. He had a short cropped hair cut
and his body was covered in short reddish brown hair.  He looked at me, and
checked out my cock, then dropped his pants.

"I'm John." He said introducing himself.  "Wally sure has some hairy
friends!"  He had a long thin cock, uncut. I noticed that his chest hair
and pubic hair were as closely cropped as the hair on his head.

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

"Not at all." He said cheerfully. He cupped my balls in his hand. "I like
it." I looked at his balls and cock and must have looked puzzled.  "I had a
shaving experience to see what it was like." He explained.  "Interesting
for an hour then itched for a month. Not worth the effort."  I was about as
horny as I could get and John was just as ready. I was going to suck his
cock, but was too slow. John was on his knees and my meat had disappeared
into his mouth.

I was briefly concerned that this would bother Art, but he had Gil's cock
in his mouth.  Clyde said that he didn't suck cock, he tried to swallow it,
and that was the case. He was like a man dying of thirst in the desert who
discovers water. He was frenzied. I realized that John, the UPS guy was no
slouch in that department either. I got down on the paving of the terrace
and we 69ed.

John liked to deep throat. He would get my entire cock in his mouth and
hold it.  I have a fairly thick cock and it filled his mouth fully. His
nose was nuzzled in my balls.  His cock was long and thin and his cock head
was tickling my tonsils.  When I pulled off I pulled the skin back over his
head. He was one of those guys who has enough foreskin to cover the whole
cock when fully erect.

I swirled my tongue around the cock head inside the skin then deep throated
him again.  He moaned "Oh baby!" and swallowed my cock in one movement. At
first I had thought that he was one of those guys who show no sign of
reaction until he shoots his load. But every time I got my tongue inside
the skin he reacted. After doing this several times and deep throating him
between each trip into his skin, he began to ooze buckets of pre cum.

He gave as well as he took, and we worked up together. He suddenly pulled
off and grabbed his cock. He pulled the skin over the head and pinched it
so that all the cum would be saved in his foreskin.  I was close to being
ready to pop myself, and was relieved he had stopped, since I wanted to
save my first load for later.

He twitched every time he ejaculated but held the skin tight so no cum
escaped. When he calmed down, I took hold of the skin and held it. He
relaxed and I began licking his cock and letting small drops of his juice
escape.  He moaned, so I took the whole cock head and foreskin in my mouth,
got my tongue into the skin, licking his head in its bath of cum. He was
like a limp dishrag by this time, but when I found a good spot on his ultra
sensitive head he would convulse and shoot another drop of cum.

"That was incredible!" He said, "Just great. No one has ever eaten it after
I came before."

"You liked it?"

"Shit yes! Couldn't you tell?"

I laughed. "I did have a clue or two."  On the other side of the tub, Gil
and Art were 69ing. Art wasn't quite as frantic as he had been and I had
the sense that they were making love not just having sex.  Normally I would
have gone over and helped them out, but that seemed unnecessary.

"Are you and Wally old friends?" I asked John.

"No, I'm fairly new to this area." John said.  "I do this area and the
Wintergreen resort so there is a lot of hard driving here.  Last spring I
got caught in an ice storm here, so I had to send the night."

"John, you might not believe this but snow storms and floods are the
centers of my sex life." I said and explained my weekends on Afton Mountain
and on an island in the James.

"It's funny. UPS men are hit on all the time." John said.  "Housewives
mostly.  Wally never did that. I guessed that he was gay, but appreciated
his hands off approach.  I ended up making a pass at him." He paused.
"Wally said that he was having a hunting party here this week. Is it all
hunting or all sex?"

"Some hunting, some sex, and some men hunting for sex."  I said. "Or at
least that is my best guess."  We both laughed. Gil and Art came over.  Gil
was still dripping some cum, so they must have climaxed.

"I can't believe that my wife picked this week to be away." Gil said.  "If
anyone needed proof of predestination, this is it. The stars are in
alignment. You and Max hit it off?"  He said to John.

"That's one way to put it." John said.  "My girl friend is off to a wedding
in Virginia Beach. Won't be back until Monday."

"Are you guys bi?" Art asked.

"I used to think I was straight, then was afraid I was gay. I think I am
omni sexual now." John said. "No cats and dogs though!" We all laughed.

"You were afraid you were gay?" I asked pointedly.

"Old thought patterns die hard." Gil said. "You get so conditioned to being
afraid or embarrassed or ashamed of being gay that you find yourself
reverting to old patterns unconsciously."

"We need to reinvent the confirmed bachelor." John said.

"That's it. The confirmed bachelor who cannot seem to find the right
woman. Or can't seem to settle down." I said.  "It's still possible to be a
spinster lady. I had bachelor great uncles who were considered to be a
normal part of society.  Today you would be under deep suspicion."

"I have a sociologist friend who blames the current anti gay hysteria on
population growth." Gil said.  "Up until a century ago the prime objective
of society was to produce enough babies who would survive child hood to
continue the family or the tribe or the clan.  Today the need is to control
population so that we don't eat ourselves out of our planet's resources."

"The barefoot and pregnant part of our society wants it all to be the way
they think it should have been. Working women, gay men, childless couples
are all a threat to their fantasy world."  Gil said. " They are the people
who thought that the invention of the abacus was a threat to traditional
finger counting."

"The world is a terrible and depraved place today." I said.  "Things were
much better in the good old days with Auschwitz and Stalin's concentration
camps."

"And really great when Attila the Hun was on the loose." Gil added. "Ah for
the Golden days when Virginia was a Christian place and blacks and women
knew their place."

"And everyone knew that a cock belongs in a cunt, not in a buddy's ass,
giving him the ride of his lifetime!" I said.

"Max, you are a fucking philosopher!" John said. "And close to being a
poet!" We all laughed and heard a car drive up.

"It can't be another UPS truck!" I said as I pulled my shorts on again. I
went to the front of the house and found a red blazer with the City of
Richmond Fire department logo on its side. Two men were getting out.

"Fire hose, Bob! Welcome to White Tail Lodge!" Vince, Fire hose, Desoto and
Bob were old friends from Richmond.  Bob was a big bear of a man, and an
assistant city manager.  Vince was a fireman, with a cock that had given
him his nickname.

We greeted and I told them that most of the group was on a hike.  I told
then where to stow their gear and to join us at the hot tub. I rejoined the
group in the rear. There was barking as Bach returned in advance of the
hikers. Bob and Fire hose joined us at the tub as Clyde, Wilbur, Skeeter,
Templeton, and Wally returned.  John was naked on a chair, and Art and Gil
were nude but back in the tub.

The part nude and part dressed arrangement didn't last for long. Wally,
always the perfect host stripped and everyone followed suit. Art was
visibly relieved. His experiences had been with Clyde and Wilbur, and with
Bob. They were big guys, but not huge. Templeton, Wally and Fire hose were
a revelation to him.  Classic little boy in a candy store. He wanted to
stare, but was afraid to be rude.

"Shit. I feel like I woke up in the land of the giants!" Gill
exclaimed. "How big is that thing?" He was looking directly at Fire hose.

Vince laughed. "If you can tell me how deep your ass is, I can tell you how
long my cock is. I can do some anal measuring!"

"Can anyone take it?" Art asked. "It looks like it would rip you in half."
At that moment I guessed that Vince's horse cock would be fully lodged in
Art's ass at some time in the next few days.  Art obviously loved cock, and
his twenty-five years of denying it had just stored up a reservoir of lust.

Vince had his cock at Art's eye level and the temptation was too great. Gil
joined him.  I had joked with Vince that he was big enough for two, and
that was the case here.  Wally had turned down the heat in the tub and
turned on the whirlpool feature. There was a lot of activity under the
swirling water.  The sun was getting low and the temperature began to drop.

John said he had to get his truck back to the distribution center, and
Wally asked him to drop in any time. He said that he had obligations for
that night , but he could get by the next night. Wally told him to plan to
spend the week end with us, and John agreed with enthusiasm.

"Enough fun guys, we need to get some work done here!" Wally
announced. "Tomorrow is the first day of hunting season and anyone who
plans to shoot needs to get their guns out and make sure they are in good
condition.  There has never been a gun accident here, and there isn't going
to be one this weekend."

"I'm going to shoot this weekend but not a gun!" Skeeter
volunteered. "Cocked and ready."

"Well, Skeeter. You can bring your cock and ass into the house and help me
with dinner." Wally said. "Bad jokes are punished by kitchen duty.  Anyone
else who wants to help is free to do so."

"Skeeter's providing the cream for the coffee" Wilbur said.

""Off to the kitchen, both of you!" Wally ordered.  Templeton, Art, Bill,
Bob, Skeeter and Wilbur went off to either clean their guns or cut
vegetables. That left Gil, Fire hose and Clyde in the hot tub with me.  Wil
returned a few minutes later with a two six packs of beer.

"A care package from the lodge." He said as he returned to the
house. "Dinner is an hour or two away!"  As the evening got cooler the tub
felt better and better.  After a beer the night became downright idyllic.

"I can't believe that I have gotten all the way to five in the evening
without a single cock in my mouth or ass!" Clyde said. "We all must be
getting old!"

"I got close but no cigar." I said. "And it's time to do something about
it." I had my left hand on Vince's cock and right on Clyde's. Clyde was
ready to play.

"Why don't you sit on my lap?" Clyde asked. I didn't know if that would
work in the swirling water without lubricant. I wasn't too interested in
Clyde at that point, hoping to try out Gil or Vince, but I didn't want to
insult Clyde.  I stood up to relocate, straddled Clyde's hairy body and
then sat back on his erect member.  The warm water relaxed me and the cock
slid in without effort.

Clyde's club cock hit a direct bulls eye on my prostate, and I was over
whelmed by wave after wave of extraordinary pleasure. I couldn't think,
only moan and twitch. I couldn't remember if Clyde had ever fucked me doggy
style before, bur something special happened.

"Look at the expression on that boy's face!" Gil said. "This is the happy
hour." Vince relocated next to me and played with Clyde and my balls.
Usually my balls tighten up when I am erect, but in the hot water they hung
low next to Clyde's nuts. He kissed me and seemed really excited. I opened
my eyes and saw that Gill must have been fingering his prostate. Vince
moaned as Gil's cock followed his fingers into the fireman's ass.

"I'm shooting!" Clyde cried. I felt his convulsions as he ejaculated.  As
his cock deflated, I came back to earth. We all broke apart. Vince was next
to me and his cock was at full extension. I looked at him and he at me, and
I got up and sat on him. It was turning out to be a good night.