Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 07:09:45 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Loon Pond Part 1 Loon Pond Part 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. This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is indicated. When you live in a small town and things go bad, they go real bad. Things were pretty good for us until Dad got laid off at the lumber mill. We lived in Loon Pond, N.Y., on the edge of the Adirondacks. Looking back, it's clear you can't chop down all the trees and expect there to be trees to process into two-by-fours. Dad was a good man, but not very adaptable. He went South to get a lumber mill job in South Carolina. He was going to send for us when he got enough money, but that wasn't good enough for Mom. Mom had a waitress job at Wilson's Restaurant. She met a guy there, so she divorced Dad, but never quite married Johnny. Johnny was married and he said he was going to get a divorce, but he never got around to it. Mom and I got along well, but she was never very happy. This was in the early 60's and divorce was rare in our town. In a small town everyone knew what was going on and that made things rough for me at school. Most of the people in town were Catholic and Mom was "living in sin." That meant I was living in sin too, even though I hadn't even met Johnny. Kids avoided me. My grades were okay, but there was no social life at all. When I say social life, I don't mean parties, I mean no one would even talk to me unless absolutely necessary. It was as if they could catch something from me. On day we got a telegram; Dad was dead, killed in an accident at the mill. He had already been buried, so there was no funeral to go to. He was just gone. A month later Mom went to the hospital in Potsdam, the nearest big town. When I say big, I mean big in comparison to Loon Pond. It must have had 6000-7000 people. The news from the hospital wasn't good. She was sick, but she didn't tell me what kind of sickness. That spring, I had just turned 17 and thought of myself as an adult, but at that time no one even said the world cancer. I knew Mom was sick, but it didn't know how sick. I figured I could take care of my self, but she got my Dad's brother, Uncle Ralph to take me in. He lived five miles outside of Loon Pond on a small lake. She went to stay with her sister in Syracuse. Aunt Ellen was a nurse. We had never been close to Uncle Ralph, he didn't get along with my Mom before the divorce not to mention after. Mom told me he was a bad influence and I rarely got to see him. I think he and Dad were close, but I'm not sure about that. When you're a kid, you don't notice things like that. I guess it was an any port in a storm. Uncle Ralph was my only close relative on my Dad's side. To Mom's family I was a souvenir of an error in judgement. She had married "below herself." I found out later they had great hopes for Johnny. Johnny was a car dealer and they thought he was loaded. I was an impediment to Johnny's divorce as far as they were concerned. Uncle Ralph was a big bearded guy. He was a ranger of the Adirondack State Park, so he had a good job. He was Dad's older brother and they looked alike, but Ralph was three inches taller and fifty pounds heavier. Dad was clean shaven and Ralph scared me when I was younger. At that time I thought he was ugly. Looking back, I think he was so big and hairy he was just too much. I wasn't scared anymore, but I sure wasn't too comfortable moving in with him. He wasn't overjoyed either. "Timmy," he said. "This is a poor situation. I know you're not happy about it and I'm none too pleased either. Let's just try to make the best of it." "I'll get a job and be on my own soon enough." I said. "Your going to finish High School and get your degree!" Ralph answered. "If you can get into college, you're going to do that too. Your Daddy made a big mistake when he quit school and got a job. You're not going to make the same mistake." Ralph was a really even tempered man, but he said this with real vehemence. At 6'-4" and 250 pounds, he expected to be obeyed. I might not have agreed, but I wasn't going to contradict him. There were two months left in my Junior year at school and my grades took a sudden up swing. Doing home work was a good excuse to get away from him in my bedroom. I asked him a few questions about Algebra and History and discovered Ralph was a smart man. He had gone to the Ranger School, but he liked books and knew a lot. He didn't talk much at first, but when he started helping me with my homework, we found common ground. It was a safe subject compared to my Mom. I sent her a letter every day of two and lied about how good it was. I figured she had enough problems. After I had been with Ralph a month, I suddenly realized my lies were true. Uncle Ralph was regular as a clock, breakfast and dinner every day at the same time. He took me to school on the morning and I waited for him at the Town Library after school to get picked up. Mr. Billings, the Librarian didn't like me hanging around, but after a few weeks, one of the volunteers didn't show and I did some re shelving for him. I did it fast; he was pleased. He offered me a part time job doing that for the two hours a day. That turned into a full time job during the summer. Mr. Billing was a small, mousy man, but turned out to be nice. We had one or two drunks who would sometimes hang around the place. One day, I came in at 3:00 and found Buster, the town's worst drunk, giving Miss Ellery, one of the volunteers a bad time. Miss Ellery was one of the spinster ladies who helped at the Library. I was already six feet tall and almost 200 pounds, so I took care of Buster. Up until that time, I had been damaged goods as far as she was concerned. After Buster apologized to her and left the library, Miss Ellery changed. All of the volunteers became much more friendly. Some even brought me home-baked cookies and cakes. Letters from Mom became intermittent. When they came, Aunt Ellen wrote them. I got the impression things weren't good, but Aunt Ellen used the word "stable" a lot. I wanted to go and see Mom, but Mom said she was too tired. Uncle Ralph didn't have a girl friend, but he had several good buddies. Ed Smith was his closest friend. He worked at the Exxon station and was known to be the best auto mechanic in town. He looked like a tall, but scrawny hillbilly to me. He was a nice guy and dropped by all the time. Lou was another Ranger who looked a lot like Ralph, but was shorter and Randy was a State Trooper. The school year came to an end; I did really well on my Regents' Tests. Uncle Ralph had picnic lunch to celebrate. I didn't have any friends to invite other than Mr. Billings. The days had finally warmed up. Uncle Ralph's house was a former camp sitting on the north side of the pond. The forest came right up to the front door, but there was a south facing lawn on the other side of the house, overlooking the lake. It was much warmer there than anywhere else in the area. Ralph had terraced the yard, stepping down to the lake. The rough stone walls of the terraces heated up in the sun and he already had flowers blooming. Ed, Lou, Randy and Mr. Billings were there and we sat around eating and talking. I was surprised at how much they knew about me. Obviously, I had been the subject of much conversation. Mr. Billings should have been a fish out of water, but he got along well with the men. I found out his name was Rod, a macho name for such and unimpressive man. He was a big time fisherman and an amateur naturalist. He knew the history of the Adirondacks forwards and backwards, so they all had no problem talking This was the first really warm day we had that year and everyone had shed their quilted jackets and vests and had actually unbuttoned their shirts. "This is a prefect place to sunbathe." Mr. Billings commented. "It's so warm and pleasant." "That it is," Ed said, "you feel like a hot house flower after seeing little other than florescent light all winter. This is the best place in the mountains to work on your tan. Do you get in the sun? You don't look it." "I do tan, it's just that I revert to my normal pasty self in a week or two," Mr. Billings said. "I live in a small house with difficult neighbors, so I can't get into the sun often. They complain if I wear a tee shirt in the back yard!" "No problem with that here!" Randy said. "Before Tim arrived, a jock strap was formal attire." Everyone laughed. "I had no idea!" I said. "I couldn't care less. We're all guys here. I don't see what you wear matters." "To tell you the truth, and if you and Rod can keep it quiet, most of the time when we come here in the summer it's all naked, all the time." Lou said. "It ain't pretty. None of us looks much like Annette's Bobby Darin, but it is relaxing." "You men go bare assed?" Rod asked. "All of you?" Ed nodded. "Damn!" I got some strange vibes from the conversation. It struck me as odd, but kind of exciting. "You know, I've never been naked out doors." I said. "Nor me." Rod said. "I wouldn't mind trying it, but it won't be today. I have to get to work to close the library. Miss Summers is on duty." Miss Summers was the libraries oldest volunteer and she tended to forget to lock up. The other men had to go, except for Randy. He and Ralph took of their shirts and sat in the sun. I joined them. Randy was into bodybuilding and Ralph was naturally muscular. Uncle Ralph looked like a gorilla he was so hairy. I thought Randy was smooth, but his blond chest hair matched his skin and was hard to see. I was beginning to get hairy and I realized where it came from. The phone rang. Several minutes later Uncle Ralph came back, dressed for work. "That was my boss, the Superintendent. His kid fell and he had to take him to a doctor. I'm going to take his shift. I'll be back by seven or so," he said. He drove off. I was alone with Randy, the Trooper. I had been thinking about the earier conversation. "I had no idea you guys went naked around here." I said. "We've been doing it for years. Does it bother you?" he asked. "No. Not really." I said. "Not really means it does," he replied. "What bothers you about it?" "Well, . . ." I couldn't find the right word. "Does it excite you?" he asked, looking me straight in the eye. I laughed. "I think that's it. " "You shower at school, does it bother you there?" "No, but it's different there. They're all boys." I said. "Well we're all men." I smiled. "Maybe that's the problem," I replied. Randy stood and unbuckled his pants. "Do you want to join me?" he asked. Thinking a minute. I said, sure. I slipped my pants down. While I was wearing undershorts, Randy wasn't. When I took my underpants off, I was half hard. "Sorry about that," I said. "Nice equipment," Randy said. "Cocks aren't obedient all the time. Sometimes they seem to a mind of their own. It use to happen to me when I was your age." "You mean you never get hard when you don't want to?" "Not often," the Trooper said. "That's, unless I get lucky." We talked for a while. I said, I didn't know when Mom was coming back. "Cancer is a horrible disease," he said. "She has cancer?" I replied. "Yes. Tim, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know she hadn't told you. Ralph will kill me for telling you if it was supposed to be a secret," he said. "I won't tell." I said, then I asked him about cancer. When he was done, I understood what had been going on. It all made sense, but it was a shock. In the lake a hawk dove to get a fish. It was a beautiful afternoon and we turned the conversation to other things. That was goo, I needed sometime to think things out. Randy got up to get a drink from the house. Now he was half hard. "I thought you said you have your cock under control?" I said. "Did you just get lucky?" Randy laughed, "That's up to you, Tim." It took me a second or two to realize what he meant, then my cock turned hard as a rock. I don't know what came over me, but I reached out and touched his cock. I thought he would be pissed at me touching him, but he dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I had absolutely no idea anything could feel that good. Randy was a master cock sucker and my first really sexual experience was with the Michelangelo of cock suckers. I was ready to shoot in less than a minute. He knew I was close. "Do you want to shoot off?" he asked. "Any way you could suck it for an hour or two before I shoot?" I asked. He laughed, but I was dead serious. "Well, I'll see what I can do," Randy said as he returned to my cock. "Can I suck yours?" I asked. "Sure, you don't have to. Don't do anything you don't want to," Randy said. "You don't need to be polite." I licked his cock head, then swallowed the head. I don't know what I expected. Whatever it was, it didn't include the rush of emotion which rolled over me. It wasn't a ripple, it was a tidal wave. The feelings were all new, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I had jerked off before, but ths was like comparing a shotgun blast to an atomic explosion. We got on the grass and I sucked Randy as he sucked me. It just kept on getting better. Everything we tried was more exciting than what we had done before. I was flattered. Randy was a really good looking man and it didn't seem possible he was interested in me. He had a Steve Reaves sort of body and was nice to boot. I usually didn't even shake hands with many people and now I was completely naked with a State Trooper doing things I hadn't known were possible. He was sucking my cock when I felt my cum build up to the exploding point. "I'm going to shoot!" I cried. Randy didn't move; he continued to suck. I shot my load into his mouth and he didn't mind at all. When I was done, he held me as I cooled down. "You're okay?" Randy asked. "Thanks." I said. "I'm more than okay." He hugged me. I dosed off. When I roused my self, Uncle Ralph was looking at me. I was naked with Randy on the lawn. "Have I missed something?" He asked in his deep bass voice. Randy opened his eye. "You've missed the first act, but there's still the grand finale," Randy replied. He didn't seem to be worried at all. Uncle Ralph exploded in laughter. He continued to laugh as he stripped. "I've got to get to work; I'll let you and Tim talk things over," Randy said as he dressed quickly and left. I was alone in the yard with Uncle Ralph looking at me. He was a huge man, being naked made him seem even bigger. I glanced at his cock. I was going to be cool, but I ended up staring at it. It was huge. Randy was handsome and had a beautiful cock. He was cut, with a long, thin cock about six or seven inches and a big mushroom head. Ralph's meat was uncut and his thick, lumpy cock hung six inches soft. He had big, bull balls hanging below in a hairy sack. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. My cock got hard again. "I'm so embarrassed," I said. "It's a family tradition," Ralph said. "I didn't know if you inherited the genes. We've never exactly been gay, but we sure like cock." I was still staring at his cock. He got closer. I leaned forward and sucked the foreskin into my mouth. Ralph sighed. "Timmy, you do that just like your Dad. It brings back good memories. He loved my cock." Maybe I should have been shocked, but I was so excited by his cock, I hardly noticed what he was saying. His cock slowly grew. After a few minutes his cock was ten or eleven inches and as thick as a beer can. Even hard, the skin still covered most of his bloated cock head.