Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 04:50:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncles 8 Uncles 8 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. Coonie and Gill had to go home after lunch so our group was reduced. I had been looking forward to another night with them, but they had work to doon their farm and it couldn't wait. They had just left when Walter called into his office and found a message that one of his clients had a house fire. He had to go and see the extent of the damage. He wasn't an adjuster, but he said that these were old clients of his and they would feel better if he came by and took a look. Our party was reduced to Mike, Raleigh, Jud, Alvis and me. Raleigh was busy cataloguing the sculptures and selecting the ones he wanted to use in the exhibition. Mike and I were fetching and hauling the works to the barn where Raleigh was creating an informal exhibition. Raleigh didn't mind re arranging things over and over again, so we were really busy and it was getting hot. He was finished around three thirty and we finally stood back and looked at the afternoons' work. I was shock when I saw how good it looked. My dad thought highly of Raleigh's skills as an art dealer, but I didn't have any idea what a man with a good eye for exhibiting could do with a bunch of wood sculptures in an old barn. Jud had been resting in the cabin, his back had been acting up, and when he came out the jaw dropped open when he saw the display. "Damn! Is that my stuff?" he asked. "It sure is!" Raleigh said. "You like it?" Jud just stared in amazement. Alvis arrived. He had been working in the garden. He had the same reaction. I'm not sure that they had ever thought of their sculptures as art before. They had been whittling, not sculpting. Jud and Alvis were looking at their handiwork as if they were seeing it for the first time. I felt the same way. "Packing and shipping is going to be an adventure." Raleigh said. "We don't have access to a professional art packer here." "Don't worry about that." Jud said. "There's a furniture company in the next town. They pack and ship all the time. Freddy Sims runs the local moving company. He's an old friend. Freddy says he's never broken a thing in 30 years of moving. He can pack the stuff." "I'm not sure I want a local mover." Raleigh said. "Your stuff is delicate. It can break easily." This got Jud and Alvis worked up. They felt they were good judges of men and their abilities. Jud went to the cabin and called Freddy. When Alvis returned, he said that Freddy would be here in twenty minutes. Freddy arrived in a beautifully maintained thirty year old truck. He was a middle-aged black man, over 6'-4, with a rich brown skin and a thick white beard. He was wearing a tight white golf shirt with the name "Simms Movers" embroidered on the pocket. Freddy too was impressed by Raleigh's exhibit in the barn. He looked at each sculpture with a mover's eye and discussed the problems with packing each. Freddy knew is stuff, easily identifying all the problem areas and places where there was a potential for damage. He had a solution for each problem, and Raleigh was more than satisfied. The moving problem was solved. It was almost five by now and I was going to make dinner. We had missed our usual swimming hole time. Jud noticed that. Freddy was getting ready to leave. "It's our swimming time, Freddy. Do you care to join us?" Jud asked. "I'd love to, but you have company and I need to get home." Freddy said. "Can I take a rain check on that?" "Don't worry about the company. We're all friends here." Alvis said. I thought there was a glimmer of interest in Freddy's eyes. I realized he was one of Jud and Alvis' playmates. "Raleigh here and you have the same interest." "Ellie has dinner ready." Freddy said. "She off to an all-day church revival tomorrow. I might be able to get by then." "Do that. We'll expect you." Jud said. "I might just bring Tommy with me. He's my crate builder." "You know us. Always hospitable." Alvis said. Jud, Alvis and Freddy were all smiling. They had plans for the next day. Freddy drove away. "He's a good-looking man." Raleigh said. "He must work out?" Raleigh was both excited and uneasy. "Nope, just a lot of lifting." Alvis said. "He a big man and he works really hard. Nice guy to boot." "Well I am off to make dinner, it will be read when you get back from the swim." I said. That seemed to be agreeable to everyone so they went to the pond and I went to the kitchen. About a half hour later Alvis came back and joined me. "Are you ok?" He asked. "What do you mean?" "You've had a lot of playtime and been screwed for the first time, are you OK?" He asked. "You've been quiet." I laughed. "I loved it." I said. "No problem at all. It does take some getting used to. Coonie was unexpectedly good." "Jud said that. He thinks you like them big." Alvis said. "I've been thinking about that. It was so exciting. I don't know if bigger would be better? I just don't know. Did you ever fuck Mike?" "Oh no. He's kin." Alvis said. "He's not that interested in fucking anyway. We heard you last night. You could tell when Coonie hit a good spot. Coonie said you were good." The other guys arrived from the pond and we sat down for dinner. Raleigh was discussing his plans for the opening and promotion of the sculptures. The man knew his stuff, but was open to comments and suggestions. I thought that since the works looked so good in the barn, they might photograph them there. Raleigh loved that idea and knew just the right photographer to do the job. No adult had taken one of my suggestions before, so I felt good. Mike said he could rig up lighting to the barn, and everyone felt good. Mike and Alvis cleaned up after dinner. Jud took a nap, his back as still acting up. Raleigh and I sat on the porch and talked. Not about art. "You like the bottom." I said. "Are big cocks better." "For me they are." Raleigh said. "I think it has something to do with male anatomy. I know guys who can't be fucked, and some that like small cocks. My guess is that it has to do with your ass, where the prostate is and how a cock fits." "Jeb fits you?" "Damn yes!" Raleigh said. "Unbelievable. I'm no virgin, but he's great. You liked Coonie?" "Yes. It felt good." I said. "Was it a different kind of feeling than Gill?" Raleigh asked. "Yes it was." I said. "It was much more . . . " "It feels like I am melting on Jud's cock, " Raleigh said, "as if I was being occupied and totally involved with it. He works it in and it's almost as if I was merging with his horse meat." Raleigh began to whisper. "There is more cock in this cabin than you might ever find again. If you think that you would like it, go for it." I had to admit I was interested. Coonie and Gill had hit something and I wanted to do it again. That evening we had another group fuck with Raleigh. It was more exciting than the day before. I had some idea what Raleigh was feeling as we plowed him, and we were all more relaxed. Afterwards I fell asleep on the couch in the living room and woke at seven the next morning. The night with Connie and Gill had been great but it hadn't been restful. Mike had to leave early, he had promised to help a friend move to a new apartment, so we had breakfast and he left. Sunday was really hot. By ten it was over 90 and the humidity began to rise. Raleigh, Alvis and Jud were talking on the porch and I was inside reading when I heard a horn honking. I got up and saw it was Freddy is his truck. Freddy got out as did another black man and a small bearded white guy. Freddy introduced us to Tommy, his crate maker and Larry, his packer. Freddy was wearing shorts and an open shirt that exposed the curly mat of white hair on his chest. Tommy was 6' tall, thin but muscular with a close-cut black beard, that was almost the same color as his mahogany skin. Larry was short and muscular, with brown hair and an unruly brown beard. He was wearing a plaid shirt that was partially unbuttoned. The hair appeared to be continuous from his chest to his head. He had beautiful pale blue eyes that peered from the mass of brown hair on his face and head. We went to the barn and they looked over the sculptures. Larry had a spectacular West Virginia drawl. He knew his stuff. Tommy seemed well educated, and it was a surprise to find him working for a moving company. It turned out he was a furniture maker, and the crates were done as a favor to Freddy. Raleigh was immediately interested in Tommy's furniture making and soon the two men were making arrangements to meet so Raleigh could look at the hand made furniture. It was a congenial group. "Jud. It's hot as hell in this barn. You promised me a swim yesterday." Freddy said. "I told the boys here that you had a great swimming hole for skinny dipping." Jud laughed. "I was afraid you were going to spend the day here talking business and sweating like a pig." Jud said. "Let's get a move on it." "Your boys are members of the fraternity?" Alvis asked. "Dues paying members." Freddy said. "I hope you don't mind me bringing them along. I seem to recall that you don't mind company." "Not one bit." Alvis said. I went to the house to get the towels and some drinks as they wandered off to the pond. When I caught up with them, they had just arrived. Jud had slowed them up. Freddy was talking. "Larry here thinks he has the biggest cock found on a white man." Freddy was saying. "I brought him along to keep him humble." "That's a lie!" Larry protested in a good-humored way. "I said I had the biggest white cock I had ever seen. No one has ever complained about it, that's for sure!" He caught a glance of Jud's monster as the stripped. "Holy shit! That's a prize winner!" We all laughed. Freddy was in great shape, every muscle was defined. His cock was long and cut. His exposed head was nestled between his low hangers. Tommy was thinner and less muscular but had a club cock, a good 8' soft and uncut. I didn't get to see Larry before he jumped into the pond. As usual Alvis and Jud stayed in the warm shallow area, but everyone else was in the cooler section. In the sweltering heat it felt great. Poor Raleigh was torn between the horse hung men. He went from Jud to Tommy and Freddy. I could almost feel his testosterone level rising. After about a half hour of swimming we got out of the water and laid in the sun. Larry sat next to me some ways apart from the other men. I finally got a good look at Larry. He was long trunked and short legged, wiry and covered in hair. He was as close to having a coat as any human I had met. His balls were in a hair covered pouch that hung halfway to his knees and cock was hidden in a thick, wrinkled foreskin. It didn't look huge. I guessed it was half the size of Jud's. He was next to me. "Nice place here." he said. "My cousins, Coonie and Gill said it was nice." "You are related?" "Yep. His daddy and my daddy are brothers." he said. "We all got grandpop's good looks." I looked at him and realized he was joking. I smiled. "Coonie said you were a nice kid." he said whispering. He felt my cock. I looked over at the other men. Raleigh was sucking Freddy and Tommy was trying to suck Alvis and Jud at the same time. The games had begun. I felt Larry. I was young, and didn't have much experience with cocks, but I couldn't believe that I had misjudged Larry so badly. Hair covered a good half of his foreskin, and what I had thought was a short cock was just the hairless portion of it. I played with it, the skin was very loose, and in a minute I felt the slippery fluid ooze from it. Larry went from being relaxed to fully erect in no time at all. He was a good nine or ten inches as thick. I felt his balls and they actually felt heavy. Even fully hard the skin still covered half of his huge head. Only the tip was visible, and the wide piss slit. It looked as if my little finger would fit in it. The cock was meaty too. "Nice and heavy. Ain't it?" Larry asked. "I drip a lot of cock jelly when I'm excited. Hope you don't mind. Freddy says it ain't neat, but it's real tasty." He paused. "Have you ever tasted genuine redneck cock jam?" That was all I needed to start sucking. He pivoted around so that he could suck me and my cock vanished in his mouth. Much to my surprise, when I tried to deep throat him it all fit. I didn't even gag. I pulled off and he oozed a bucketful of pre cum. It was unbelievably exciting. I had tasted pre cum before but never this amount. It was as if I were milking him. "Calm down, Danny," he said. "We've got some time." I did as I was told and relaxed. Soon we were sucking at a leisurely rate. It was exciting, but we weren't close to shooting. I thought that my ability to deep throat him was a fluke, but every time I went down on him, it slipped into the hilt. His cock and my throat were made for each other. I heard Raleigh moaning and guessed that he was being fucked. I was feeling some twitching in my ass and realized I wanted to be fucked too. It was hard to believe that I had met Larry an hour earlier, and now I was thinking about having his hairy cock rammed in my ass. This is stupid, I thought, but, damn, I want it. He must have known what I wanted. He already had a finger in my hole and was probing for my prostate. Alvis appeared with a tube of lubricant. Larry was on his back as Alvis coated his cock, then Alvis worked some coated fingers into my ass. "Sit on it!" he said. "That's the easy way." I positioned myself over Larry's monster and sat back. It was hard to believe, but Larry's cock fit my ass as well as my mouth. It fit like a glove as I lowered my self on it. I was in shock. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. His cock felt as if it was giving a massage to my heart. It felt as if it had penetrated that deep. Suddenly I started to undulate my hips and rise up and sit back to get it even deeper. I tried to contract my ass to hold him tighter. This was hard since my ass was stretched wide and the cock was so big there wasn't much of a way to manipulate it. Larry looked happy. He rolled me over and pulled out. I felt deflated. He got me on my back, with my legs on his shoulders and positions his head at my hole. He looked me in the eye and shoved deep. My ass exploded in feeling. His cock hit every hot spot in my ass on every thrust. After a few dozen thrusts, my prostate and cock merged with his dong into a single sexual organ. Every move he made sent shivers through me. He was as excited as me and he soon climaxed. Like Mike, he showed every nuance of his feelings in his face and with his body. It was had to believe a man could shoot as much as he did. I could see every ejaculation in his eyes. He pulled out afterwards and I felt empty again. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. Another, even bigger cock entered my ass. I was Jud.