Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2006 17:53:15 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Cousin Billy and Uncle Ralph 5 Cousin Billy and Uncle Ralph 5 By Bald Hairy Man. This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely. The next day was really quiet and relaxing. I got a call from Gramps asking if I wanted to go on an overnight trip with him to see an exhibition of Indian artifacts. He asked if Billy wanted to come along with us, but Billy wasn't into it. I was interesting in Indians, but it was more interested in Gramps. Gramps told me we would stay with some old friends of his. I must have sounded a bit disappointed when I said it was fine with me. "Don't worry, John," Gramps said, "you'll get along well with my friends." "I will?" "It won't be a problem," he assured me, "We all share some common interests." Gramps picked me up at ten the next morning. It was a three-hour drive to the State University's Museum of Ethnology. The Director of the Museum, Lars Magnuson, was a college friend of Gramps. We met Dr. Magnuson and the exhibit designer Terry Schultz and they showed us the exhibit. The museum was small, but nice, the exhibit was spectacular. Magnuson was one of the leading scholars in the nation on the Mound Builders, and Terry was an up and coming exhibit designer. The exhibit was going to travel across the nation and Lars wanted Gramps to critique it for a final tweaking before the exhibit went on the road. I was surprised they wanted my opinion too. "We've been working on this for four years," Lars said. "Sometimes you get so far into it, you can't see the forest for the trees." I was uneasy about this, but I did notice a few elements that seemed confusing to me as a layman. We spent three hours there. Terry rearranged several things to make the exhibit flow better and clarify the point of the exhibition. It was a shock to me to have my advice taken seriously. Most of the objects in the display were small, but the display was effective and educational. During the course of the afternoon, I realized Lars and Terry's relationship was more than professional. Lars was a Hollywood producer's image of a distinguished professor. He was tall, bearded and spoke in complete sentences as if he were giving a lecture. He wore a tweed jacket. Terry was smaller and rather slight. He was bearded too, but every hair was in place. Lars was a bit shaggy. We went to Lars' house for dinner. Lars' house was almost a museum. He collected many Indian artifacts from North and South America. Spaces not occupied by artefacts were filled with books. He had simple antique furniture and the place was comfortable. Two additional men came over for dinner. Ed was Lars' graduate student and his friend was Harry. Ed was 25-years-old, but looked younger than me. He was tall and slim. He reminded me of a greyhound. Harry was at least fifty and was a realtor. He was stocky and seemed short. After a while I realized he was at least six feet tall. The proportion made him look shorter. I found out Harry was a successful realtor and his firm had underwritten the exhibit. Harry had been an anthropology major in college. He inherited his father's business and had turned it into a gold mine, but his true love remained anthropology. Dinner was a new experience for me. The conversation was wide ranging and academic. The men were interested in many things and could talk intelligently many subjects. In high School I had been the only kid interested in the subjects they discussed. I knew enough to participate and it was enjoyable. Everyone there was a gay and as a true teenager, I felt the urge to have sex build. I wasn't sure the other men felt the same way. We were three couples, each consisting of an older and a younger man. I guessed that wasn't accidental. We were talking about Indian practices and I asked, "Were their gay Indians?" "Of course there were," Lars answered. "There's a lot of information on Indian transsexuals. They seem to have been regarded as sacred, or at least set apart from ordinary beings." "I think that was a special case," Gramps added. "The most Indians were very casual about sex. I was acceptable to offer your wife to a guest for sex. I can't believe men on a long hunting trip or war party didn't enjoy each others company." "There sure wasn't much to do during a long night," Ed said. "Maybe in the wigwam or long house you would screw a woman, but when you were out hunting, another brave was a good way to keep warm at night. Most male with male sex was anal until the introduction of modern sanitation. Spooning is a good way to keep warm." "A long fuck session would really warm you up," Terry interjected. "It sure warms me up." "I've wondered whether they considered it sex if it couldn't result in pregnancy?" Harry asked. "I've suspected most man to man sex fell below the radar screen. I would guess if you were with you brother braves, or your Viking mates, just about everyone did it." "The Greeks were the only ones to document it," Lars said. "They had a warm sport for putting a ribald scene of male sex at the bottom of their drinking cups. The seemed to think an erect cock was the perfect end to every drink." "They Liked naked men," Harry observed, "and boys." "Time spent between an older man and a youth was thought of as a form of apprenticeship. They liked youths, rarely younger boys," Lars explained. "Women were sheltered and kept apart from men. Officially the older man was the dominant partner, but given the sex drive of young men, it's hard to believe they didn't trade off. I have a suspicion that sort of arrangement was far more common than admitted. It must have been very common in cultures where they locked up the women." "Until fairly recently, you weren't allowed get married in the Navy or Army. Many Colleges required their professors to be unmarried," Ed added. "Being an unmarried man was entirely acceptable." "The word homosexual is a late 19th century invention," Lars remarked. "I'm not sure man sex was considered to be a problem in anything but the most extreme cases." "Like Oscar Wilde?" I asked. "That was the beginning of the Victorian inspired witch hunt," Harry said. "The decedents of the witch hunters are still alive and well in the United States. Twenty years ago they were looking for commies, now it's fags." "What puzzles me about American culture is its fear of sex, and its embrace of violence," Lars commented. "An exposed breast and the republic shudders. A mass murder and you have a made for televison movie. Gay marriage shakes the foundations of civil society, but born-agin mothers who kill their children are in need of forgiveness and discussion by talk show hosts. How is it that sex is so awful, and murder is so acceptable?" "Well, speaking for myself, I will vote for sex any day," I said. "Spoken like a true eighteen-year-old," Gramps exclaimed. Lars laughed. "You aren't the only one here who likes sex, John. You're in a group of like-minded men." Dinner was over and we went out to a terrace overlooking a beautifully landscaped back yard. It wasn't a big house and the lot was comparatively small, but the backyard was completely private and secluded. It was like a courtyard you would find in a Mexican hacienda. To one side was a small water fall that filled a pool. It was enveloped in ferns and flowering plants. I said I was use to swimming every day at my Uncle's house. "I tried to fit a pool in here," Terry said, "but the yard was too small. Lars isn't much of a swimmer anyway." "It's so beautiful here, it's clear you made the right choice," Ed said. "You should show John the other water feature." Terry walked over to a switch on the wall and pressed a button. The water in the lowest poll began to bubble and swirl. "It a whirlpool!" I exclaimed. "I had no idea." "It's hard to do a whirlpool without it looking like a Playboy pad in the 1970s," Terry explained. That's not Lars' thing. I designed it so no one would know. It's better for faculty parties this way. Lars doesn't mind looking staid, if he doesn't have to be staid." "Why don't you try it out?" Gramps suggested. I was uncomfortable getting naked in front of the men I hardly knew, but Terry solved that problem. "The towels are here," he said as he opened the top of a bench containing towels. He stripped off his shirt and pants and got in the water. "That pool does look good," Harry said as he disrobed and joined Terry in the pool. A minute later we were all in the pool. It was a tight fit, but no one seemed to mind rubbing asses with the person next to him. I sure didn't. I sat between Lars and Harry. Lars leaned close to me and whispered. "I don't know if Gramps clued you in on us. If you don't like sex with older men, this isn't the place for you. If you have a problem with anal, this may not be that good either," he said. "Gramps told me you were cool with it, but I wanted to make sure." "I've got no problem," I replied. "I'm new to this, but haven't run into anything I haven't liked." Lars smiled and leaned still closer. "Do you like big meat?" he asked. "There are some prize winners here." I reached into the water and felt Lars' cock. He wasn't hard yet, but it was weighty. He looked me in the eye. "Willing to give it a try?" I nodded. "It might be best if you tried Terry's or Harry's cock first. They could open you up," Lars whispered. "Could I try both?" I asked. Lars laughed. "That's the attitude! You're going to have a good time tonight." The bench containing the towels also contained lubricant. It was a warm night and comfortable. We got out of the pool. By now Lars was at half staff. I liked what I saw, but Harry was really interested in me. Lars had a solid eight-inch cock. Harry sported a Budweiser can. I didn't know a cock could be that thick. Terry was on his back with Gramps deep in his ass. Terry's cock was of average length and width and I knew I wouldn't have any problem taking it. As Gramps fucked him, Terry's meat got rock had and had an attractive curve, he was cut and his mushroom was flared and bloated. It would be a lot easier to take his cock before either Harry's or Lars'. Terry was occupied Lars and Harry were attentive to me. I got on my hands and knees and sucked them as they lay on the ground. I alternated between Lars' telephone pole and Harry's beer can. I could get Lars' cock deeper in my throat than Harry. The diameter of Harry's cock made it hard to get any more than the head in my mouth. This was a little disappointing, but Harry had an exceptionably wide cock slit. If I couldn't get much of his cock into my mouth, I could get my tongue deep into his shaft. Lars was uncut and had a generous oversupply of foreskin. The shaft was rock hard, but was enclosed is a soft wrapping of skin. He oozed pre cum in spurts. Harry was uncut too, but his skin was stretched to the breaking point. It was a paper thin. His pre cum flowed like a stream. When I returned to Harry's cock after sucking Lars, the pre cum would be drooling from his cock, over his balls and onto the ground. His cock was coated with pre cum. I licked it up. I loved cleaning up his balls, but not as much as Harry liked it. Harry had huge balls in a hairy ball sack. It took some time, but I loved the musky smell of the balls and the sweet taste of his cock drool. As I sucked the two men, my ass was wide open. Ed had been lurking to the side, and saw my ass open in invitation. He came over to me and was ready, willing and able. Ed shaved his body totally except for his pubes. His cock was very thin, but crowned by a wide cock head. It looked like one of those World War I helmets. He nosed it into my hole. I looked back, saw it was Ed and returned to sucking Lars's cock. Ed pushed harder and popped his cock head through the sphincter and into the chute. Once he was in, he slowly pushed his cock deep into my ass. It was an odd feeling, but good. The shaft was so thin, I couldn't feel it. I could only feel his cock head as it penetrated and explored the deep recesses of my ass. When his big knob rubbed my prostate, I shuddered in pleasure. "It's really nice of you to take Ed's cock," Harry said. "I'm 100% a top, and it's good when Ed gets to use his cock. It feels good, I hope?" "It's great," I said. "I can't hold off much longer!" Ed exclaimed. "Do you mind if Ed rear loads you?" Harry asked, "he shoots a good load. It will lubricate your innards well." I was going to say yes, but it was too late. Ed began thrust frantically, then he stopped and began to moan and shudder. His ejaculations were so strong I felt the sperm tickle my ass linings. It seemed as if he shot off for a few minutes. It couldn't have been that long. When he was finished Ed collapsed like a limp dishrag and draped himself over me. He must have used all his energy shooting in my ass. When Ed pulled out, Harry was already at my ass. "Are you ready?" he asked. I said yes. "I'll take my time," Harry whispered. He was true to his word. He would push, stretch me a little bit wider, then rest. He'd pull out, add more lubricant to his cock then push in agian. Each time he open my ass a little bit wider. After ten minutes of his his head and a good part of his shaft was in my ass. "You're good," Harry said. "It took a year for me to get this far into Ed's ass." "That was a while ago," Ed complained. "I've been taking it every day for two years now!" Harry laughed. As he did, he forced the rest of his cock into my hole. I was winded. "Just relax and take it easy," Harry muttered. "You'll get use to it in a minute or two. My cock's like olives, an acquired taste for some." It didn't hurt that much, but it didn't feel good either. I was on my hands and knees. Harry put his hand on the small of my back and pushed. Suddenly the cock slipped into position. It began to feel good. "Wiggle your ass," Ed advised. "Do a few bumps and grinds. It will find the right place." I did as he asked. As I wiggled, the beer can pressed against my prostate. It began to feel pretty good. "Do you like poppers?" Ed asked. I nodded. He got a bottle from the towel bin. He opened it and held it to my nostril. I inhaled deeply. A few seconds later I was riding Harry cock like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. I couldn't get enough of Harry's cock. "Stay still," Harry demanded. He pulled out for a second. He shoved it in again a second later. It took a second or two to realize it wasn't Harry's cock in my ass. It was Lars. I realized it was him when the cock went deeper than Harry's. Harry had been embedded to the hilt. Lars' cock went that deep and continued probing still deeper. I heard Terry crying out as he shot off. Gramps moaned a few seconds later. "Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me!" Ed cried as Harry screwed him. Things were good for everybody. Harry and Ed spent the night too. It wasn't exactly a restful night, but it was good.