Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 03:14:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Uncles 1

Uncles 1

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for
persons who are offended by alternate life styles.


Let me start by saying they weren't my Uncles. They were my best friend's
Uncles. That isn't quite right either. Mike was my best friend and almost a
brother. We weren't related at all, but deep in our hearts we felt like
brothers.

Mike was my next door neighbor when I was little. We were the only kids our
age in the area so we played a lot. He was two years older than I, but
there was no one to play with and the age made no difference.  We were
always referred to as Mike and Danny until we were out of grade school.
Mom said our name should have been Mikendanny since you never got one
without the other.  My father worked in a bank, and Mike's father didn't
seem to do much. We moved when I was in third grade, but we lived in a
small town so we went to school together and remained best friends.

I was about 12 when I realized that things weren't going well in Mike's
family. They were in the same house and that house hadn't been painted. His
father didn't seem to work and his mother didn't seem to do much either.
His dad talked about an inheritance a lot.  Now my parents never mentioned
money, but we were living in a big house and mom had a cleaning lady who
came once a week. Later she came twice, and then three times.

Dad disapproved of putting on airs. He was the president of the bank, and
on boards and was appointed to the Governing Board of the local college. He
ended up being president or chairman of just about everything.  He was a
member of. Mom was very nice, loved the house, me and Dad.  She was
pretty. She wasn't pretty in the "good looking" way. She was beautiful in
the 1940 movie star way. That too, was never mentioned in our house. She
was a housewife who cooked and did car pools and volunteer work.  I was
proud of them, but never said anything to any of my friends.

I was good in school. I was a smart student. Being a smart student wasn't
the best thing you could be. It was better to be on the football team, or a
cheer leader if you were a girl. I got along with everybody. I wasn't
popular or unpopular so I never got into the tight little groups that were
a problem in small town schools.  Danny was a good student until 7th grade
and things began to go bad there too.

He his parents got divorced. That was bad in a small town. His dad went to
jail. That was awful in a small town. His mother worked in a restaurant as
a waitress and Danny seemed lost. We were still friends.  We talked more
than played by that time.  He seemed much sophisticated to me and cold tell
me stuff I never talked about with my parents. He was also big and could
take care of any bully problems I had.

Mike was 15 when his mom was killed in an automobile accident.  Mom drove
by the accident just after it happed. She found out that Mike's mom was
dead and went to school and brought Mike home. By this time Dad was the
chairman of the school board and it was a small town so no one was worried
that she was abducting him, like they would today.

Mike stayed with us while we tried to find relatives. Dad paid for the
funeral. There just didn't seem to anyone else to do it. Mom later told me
that Mike's parents had burned a lot of bridges in their lives.  Mike had
an aunt who came to the church a minute before the funeral and drove away a
minute after. Mike's Dad didn't come. He was out of jail and had
disappeared.  Mike's dad had two uncles who showed up at the funeral.

The uncles were mountain men. They were big, badly dressed, bearded and
hairy. They looked like wild men to me and I was about as unimpressed as a
13-year-old kid could be. They came to our house after the service and
talked with Mike, Mom and Dad.

Much to my surprise, they wanted to help pay for the funeral and take Mike
to live with them. They were his closest relatives and it was their duty
they said. Mom said that maybe Mike should stay with us until the end of
the school year; we would figure things out then. Mike looked really
relieved.

They seemed to think that was sensible. They stayed for dinner and told us
about their family. They looked like wild men, but were polite and Mom
seemed to like them. I couldn't believe that. Dad wasn't so sure.

Over the next year or so, Uncle Alvis and Uncle Jud sent him a $100.00 in
cash once a month until they had paid off the burial expenses. Dad thought
highly of them for that. "She was only kin by marriage, and they didn't
need to do anything." Dad put the money in an account for Mike.

We saw them once or twice a year. Mom decided that Mike would stay with us
through high school and that he could visit his uncles in the summer.  She
wrote them and said she wanted to discuss Mike's futures with them. She
made a date to visit and drove into the mountains.  Mike and I went along.
It was a cabin in the woods, rustic and surrounded by pens for a pig and
some chickens. There was a big vegetable garden.

The cabin was rustic but clean. Mom complimented them on it. They looked
pleased. I bet it had taken a lot of work to make it acceptable for a
visit. It certainly didn't have a woman's touch, but it was interesting.
They whittled during the winter months and the place was filled with odd
and fantastic sculptures.

She explained her thoughts and asked if they approved.  They said that they
thought it was their responsibility to raise their nephew. They didn't want
to be beholding to others. She said that Mike was like a son to her and Dad
and a brother to me. She had been unable to had additional children after
my birth and that Mike was not an imposition, but a joy to her life. I had
never heard her say that. It seemed to carry the day with Alvis and Jud.

They agreed to her proposal. It worked out to be a good arrangement. Mike
spent the summers with them and the school year with us.

Mike told me later that Mom could have said that she wanted to roast him on
a spit and used him for the main course in a dinner party and they would
have agreed. They had never seen anyone like her except on the sliver
screen. They were in awe. They became part of our family. We exchanged
gifts at Christmas. We got hand carved statues from them.  We sent them
home cooked cookies and cakes. They didn't bake much.

I thought that summers would be an ordeal with these mountain men. I was a
town boy and thought that anything rustic or backwoods was about as bad as
things could get. Mike said it was fine. Much more fun than he had thought
and that the looked forward to spending time with them.

Mike never got really caught up in school. Dad thought that the disruption
Mike's family life. The poor attitude of small town gossips was an
impediment too. I just got better and better at school and I helped him
with his homework most of the time. At graduation Dad insisted on
presenting him with his diploma. Mike was in the top half of the class,
which took a lot of work for him, and Dad was proud.

Mike went to work for an electrician after high school. He got truck with
the money Dad had saved from his mother's burial payments from Alvis and
Jud. Mike stayed with us for six months after graduation then got his own
apartment. He furnished it with stuff from our house.

I was the editor of the school paper and taking advanced placement classes
at college so my last years of high school were busy and Mike didn't play
much of a role. He was an adult wage earner but then, and I was just
getting ready to begin my college education. We didn't have much in common
any more except good memories.

There was one exception. Neither of us dated much. I kept on expecting to
find that my interest in girls would suddenly blossom, but it never did.
He didn't either. I liked the company of men. He liked the guys. By the
time I graduated from high school I realized that the interest in girls
wasn't going to develop.

Mom got a letter from Alvis saying that Jud had hurt his back and they were
badly short handed at the cabin. Mike was working full time and getting
ready to take his electrician's exam. Mom thought I should spend the summer
with them and help them out. I was shocked and had no interest at all. I
didn't say so because Mom thought that it would be nice. She told me to
talk to Mike about it. I called him up and walked over to his apartment. It
was in the attic of a big Victorian house a few blocks away.

I told Mike about mom's plan.

"You liked it there. Would I?" I asked.

"You might." Mike looked uncomfortable. "It's different for me. It might
not be good for you."  As a red blooded American teen age guy, the idea
that it might not be right for me had immediate appeal.

"What's different for you?" I asked. Mike looked even more uncomfortable.

"If I tell you, do you promise never to tell anyone else?" He said. He
didn't wait for me to answer. "I like men. I'm not interested in women."

"What does that have to do with Alvis and Jud?" I asked.

"They taught me how men can love men." He said.

"Friendship or sex?"

"Sex and lots of it." Mike said. There was a long silence.

"I think I like men too." I said.  "I don't believe I said that. I don't
seem to be interested in girls."

"I know what you are thinking. We're queer or fags." Mike said. "Don't
worry. We're ok. It's the rest of the world that's fucked up."  I was
shocked that I had admitted to Mike what I suspected about myself. I hadn't
guessed that he had the same feeling. He was every inch a man. Frankly, I
was also very interested in what he had learned from his Uncles. I was one
of the good boys in school so my knowledge of sex was limited. I admit I
knew as little about gay sex as I did heterosexual sex.

"Was it good? Did they force you to do things?" I asked.

"Shit, Phil." Mike said. "I forced them to teach me. It was great. They
showed me things I hadn't even dreamed of. The minute I did it I knew it
was right for me. It was completely different from being with girls."

"Can you show me some of the things they taught you?" I asked. Mike was
silent for a while.

"I don't think we should. We've been friends for years.  Let's leave well
enough alone." he said. I think he was right about that. "Uncle Alvis and
Uncle Jud are really nice guys. No education, but smart. It would be good
for you to know some guys like that."

"You think I'm too academic?"

"Not at all." Mike said. "But it's good to know about people who are
different from you. " he laughed. "And Alvis and Jud are about as different
as they come."

I decided to spend the summer with Mike's uncles. It made my Mom, Mike and
his Uncles and most of all me happy. It was the best summer of my life to
that point.

I got there on a Wednesday four days after my high school graduation. Mom
and Dad took me and Dad saw the place for the first time. The sculptures
were spreading, so the place had a fantastical appearance with odd bits of
brilliantly painted sculpture peaking out of odd places. Mom brought lunch
and they liked that. Jud had been the cook and the food quality
deteriorated badly. He had to stay still and couldn't lift anything.

"Well Danny will take care of the cooking part!" Mom said. "He's a good
cook." That was an out right lie. Dad stayed and looked around the Cabin
and Mom and I went for groceries. When she came back, she had groceries and
had written out recipes for me to cook.  About five years later Ladies of
the Church group published mom's instructions as a cook book. It made lots
of money for the church because she wrote for the complete beginner. That
was me at the Uncles' farm.

Dad took lots of pictures when he was there and I knew he was thinking of
something. I found out what a year later. They drove away. I had never been
away from home for any time at all, so I was slightly uneasy.  Mike had
told Alvis and Jud of my interests so I was excited by that too.  Lust is
the best cure for potential homesickness in an eighteen-year-old boy, it
turns out.

Uncle Alvis and Uncle Jud were ugly men by most standards.  I told Mom this
and she was downright annoyed. "Don't judge people by the way they look."
She said. "Being attractive is an extra, not the main attraction.  If you
misunderstand that, you can get hurt badly." She was right, of course, but
Alvis and Jud were ugly.

When I got to know them better, I realized they were also intensely
masculine. I hadn't considered the possibility of being 100% man and 100%
gay, but that's what they were. Alvis was 5-10 and 250 pounds, with curly
black hair and a beard that hid most of his face. He was muscular rather
than fat, but you got the impression he was short because of his beefy
figure.  Jud was 6-4 and 250 pounds. He was bald and had a blondish-red
beard, huge bushy eyebrows and deep blue eyes.

They didn't look like brothers because they had different mothers. Jud was
12 pounds at birth and had done in his mother. Alvis' mother was a
replacement. The family was large but not lucky. Alvis said that bad luck,
bad health and being stupid takes a toll, and it did. Only one sister was
still alive.

It was the beginning of summer and the cabin wasn't air-conditioned. We
were in the mountains but it was on a rare south facing slope and the place
was hot.  It did have electricity and something that passed for running
water and indoor plumbing, but it was basic. The well was a constant source
of worry. They were on a rock ledge and it was shallow and
undependable. Whenever possible, we pissed outside and bathed in a small
pond that was 100 yards from the house.

"We don't wear much in th summer." Alvis said. "Laundry is a bitch here, so
we keep it to minimum."  Everyone in my house was usually fully dressed. My
father's idea of informal dressing was to loosen his tie. It never occurred
to me to wear a tee shirt as a shirt. Dad did wear alligator shirts for
golf, but that was as laid back as he ever got.  Mom had some things she
called dressing gowns that made her look like Lana Turner.

I had never seen the uncles except when they were dressed up. That was for
the funeral or my Mother visits.  Normally in the warm weather Alvis and
Jud wore pants or shorts and work boots. The pants were low slung and their
idea of dressing for dinner was to pull the pants up over the pubic
hair. They were both hair balls. There wasn't much difference between their
thick pubic bushes and the hair on their guts or shoulders for that matter.

I had been embarrassed in the locker room at school when I showered because
I was growing chest hair and the style of the times was to be smooth like
Frankie Avalon or Pat Boone. I couldn't conceive of guys being as hairy as
Alvis and Jud.

Alvis seemed to have three inches of ass crack showing most of the time and
an inch or two of cock. I had never seen and adult males cock. One of the
guys at school had seen the coach showering once and said his cock was as
thick as his forearm. That is the way Alvis' cock looked as it poked above
his ineffectual belt. I had no idea where the cock head was.

I helped Alvis in the garden. He was planting and the work was easy. At
about 3:30 we broke and Alvis said it was time to swim. We went to the
cabin and got Jud and walked slowly to the pond. Jud said the water was
good for his back. The doctor had said it was a disc problem and if they
were careful they wouldn't need surgery. Both men were afraid of surgery so
they were trying to do what they could. If things went bad, Jud could be
crippled.

We got to the pond and I helped Jud strip. He couldn't bend without severe
pain. They had some lawn chairs in the sun. he sat down and I got his boots
and socks off. He stood up and undid his belt and pulled his pants down. He
couldn't push them down him self. Alvis was already in the water splashing
behind me.

I knew that he had a cock, but two things surprised me.  It hadn't occurred
to me that you wouldn't wear undershorts. I pulled his pants and there was
the cock! And as I dropped his pants the cock kept on going. At the time I
thought it must have reached his knees. It was eight inches, uncut and
sitting in a forest of golden hair.

"Holy shit!" I said.

"It's a nice one, isn't it?" Jud said. "Alvis said we should take it to the
county fair. It might take a prize." I just stared. I was paralyzed with
amazement, desire and fear. I didn't know what to do. "You can touch it if
you want. I don't mind that at all."  I had never touched another man's
cock before. I did, but I was shivering in excitement.

It was a handful, actually.  It felt heavy.

"Hey guys! Come on in for a swim and we'll all relax later."  Alvis
called. That's what we did. I stripped.  I had an erection, but that didn't
bother anyone. I felt incredibly excited, somewhat scared, and knew I was
going to love this summer.