Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 19:42:07 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Loon Pond Part 2 Loon Pond Part 2 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. Uncle Ralph had a huge cock, so it didn't have any real idea of what to do with it. It was easy to suck Randy, Ralph didn't look easy. His cock seemed to be to big to suck. Ralph's cock head was completely enshrouded in foreskin. I stuck my tongue out and licked the pucker. I didn't know what to do, but my tongue worked its way into the gay in the tip. It was warm and sweet tasting inside the skin. I liked the taste. My tongue followed the taste to its source, Ralph's piss slit. At first it tasted all right, but as it continued to ooze, I got to like it more and more. His cock was getting hard, but there was still room inside the skin for my tongue and his cock head. The big cock excited me. I kept on sucking and licking. I wanted to taste more of the stuff oozing from his cock. Ralph shifted his position so he could suck my cock. When he did this, I tried to get more of his cock into my mouth. I was hoping to get a few inches of the monster. I opened my mouth wide and went at it. It was hard to tell if Uncle Ralph or I was more surprised when his entire cock slid down my throat effortlessly. I had almost gagged several times sucking Randy. I had no problem with Ralph's at all. When I pulled off, I must have suctioned more of the sweet fluid from his balls. The taste went straight to whatever part of my brain controls sex. Any tendency toward inhibition dropped away. If Uncle Ralph had any inhibitions, they too vanished. Uncle Ralph and I had a good time. I guess you could say that I was looking for my father and some affection. He was looking for his brother and some affection. I hadn't realized it, but I looked quite a bit like Dad when he was a teenager. Ralph told me I also shared my Dad's interest in his cock and we had the same sucking technique. "I've never sucked before today," I said. "I have a technique?" Ralph laughed. "You do and it must be genetic!" he answered. "We were really close for years, then we drifted apart. Having you here is like getting him back." "It's strange, but I feel sort of the same way. You're like him, but the way he was before he lost his job and got depressed." I said. It was odd, but I felt comfortable and safe, the way I did when I was a kid and Daddy could solve all of my problems. Strangest of all, I was comfortable being in bed with a naked, hairy gorilla of a man. It felt as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I had heard guys calling others kids cock suckers and I knew it was an insult. It hadn't occurred to me that I could actually do something like that. I hadn't thought about it much before, but I never would have guessed it could be so good, so exciting and so natural. We had dinner and Uncle Ralph told me my family's story. They were brought up on an isolated camp deep in the Adirondacks. His father was a guide for hunters and fishermen. While the big camps were used only from the spring to the fall, my Granddad was there through the winter. It was an isolated existence from November to April. "My mother died in childbirth with their fifth child. Since they were so isolated, the three girls in the family were raised by my mother's sister, Aunt Ella. Your Dad and I stayed with our father and his bother, my Uncle Amos." Ralph explained. "My Daddy was a good man. He wasn't school educated, but he read a lot. Since there were some mighty long and lonely periods during the winter, he got to read a shit load of books. The Camp was used by Teddy Roosevelt and his friends, so it was a pretty fancy affair for a log cabin. It had a fully stocked library. I was a good life for him, but it wasn't much for a woman." "Uncle Amos took care of our education. He had been to college, Amherst, but he liked the mountains too much to stay in civilization. We took all the tests they gave in the regular schools and did well, but we learned from our Dad and Uncle." "It was lonely, but nice and quiet. One night I woke in the middle of the night and heard some noises. Your Dad and I got up and snuck out to see what was happening. We saw Dad and Uncle Amos in the great hall of the camp. There was a big fire going; they were naked sucking cock. After a while Dad shoved his cock into Amos' ass and they seemed to be having a great old time." "I guess we should have been shocked, but we didn't have any outside friends, so we thought it was just the way you do things. They sure enjoyed themselves. After they shot off and fell asleep, we went back to our room. The next night, we tried it out ourselves. I was 15 or so and your Dad was 13, but he was fully grown, at least in the cock division. We enjoyed it as much as Dad and Uncle Amos did. We found out the long winter nights passed a lot quicker when you sucked your brother to sleep." "Somehow, that's not the way I envisioned the good ol' days," I said. "You were homosexual even then?" "I guess we were, but it was different. There were no women at all in the area. There was no alternative to man to man sex." Uncle Ralph said. "You can read, you can play cards, you can sing songs, but nothing gives you more bang for the buck than sex. It takes no special equipment. Every man comes fully equipped!" "Some more fully equipped than others," I said, glancing at his huge member. "All of the men in our family were endowed," Ralph continued. "It was as if God knew we would be needing some entertainment and he gave us what we needed to do it in Cinemascope and Technicolor." "Your Dad and I were doing pretty well figuring out ways to enjoy our cocks, when Uncle Amos caught us doing it," Ralph explained. "Caught isn't quite the right word. We didn't think it was bad. There was nothing nasty or violent about it. Dad and Amos were affectionate loving men, but we weren't sure we were old enough. I thought you had to be 20 or 30 before you could do it. I was a lot smaller then, only six feet tall and 180 pounds, but my cock was full sized, like your Dad's." `He just looked at us and said, he hadn't meant to interrupt. I got out of the bed and he saw my cock. "Damn," he said. "You've got a beauty there. I had no idea you were that big," he said. I got back in bed, since I figured he was okay with us. It was at night and he was dressed only in a night shirt. I asked him, if he'd like to join us. Uncle Amos thought a second or two and said, I don't mind if I do. About ten minutes later Dad looked in to see what was going on. "Come on in, the water's fine," Uncle Amos cried. My Dad joined us. You could say we all pooled our resources. Amos later told me he didn't think he should do it, but he was an unrepentant size queen and he wanted to try my cock on for size. Lust got the better of his common sense he said. It was good for all of us in the end and turned out to be fun." "I wouldn't have guessed anything like that ever went on here. The place seems so straight laced," I said. "It's hard for me to believe." "People today have some funny ideas what went on in the past. They see the past as George and Martha Washington having tea or wild cowboys lusting after saloon girls. There were months on the range separating visits to town. I'll bet those cowboys found some way to amuse themselves." "I never thought of it that way," I said. "When you think about it, there are a lot of ways a man can make a living that doesn't require you to live apart from women for months or years. Soldiers sailors, pirates, Vikings were all known to be lusty men. Maybe they only find sex every few months, but I doubt that. Sailors were noted for their liking for boys. There was a lot of sex," Ralph said. "My Dad's taste for sex came from the local lumberjacks." "The lumberjacks had been amusing themselves for years. Amos told me the younger guys used booze as a lubricant to get in the mood. You know, they'd get drunk and pretend what they did was because of that. The older men knew better. When he was younger Dad worked with an old French Canadian geezer, who knew the ropes. Jean Gossecoque showed him just about everything two men could do to amuse themselves on a long winter night. When Amos got back from college, they spent a few nights with Jean and they honed their skills. Grossecoque was well named. He was big and that's where Amos got his taste for big meat." "Was he as big as you?" I asked. "Amos said he thought I was bigger," Ralph said. "Jean's cock was a thick, but not as long as mine. Amos sure should know. He was into cock, but strangely he claimed it wasn't sex. Sex, he said, was for making babies. Man play was for having fun and to help out your pals." "I should be truthful here. It was more than just helping out their pals. Both my Dad and Uncle liked men and really enjoyed men's cocks. For Amos especially it was the main attraction, not a side show. That's the way it is for me too." We were on the bed and Ralph reached over and stroked my cock. My cock was hard again. "I have a suspicion it may be the same for you." As soon as he said that, I knew it was true. "What was it like, playing with your Dad?" I asked. "When all four of us were together, we were just guys. When Uncle Amos joined me and your Dad, it got exciting. Amos was sucking on my cock while I sucked your Dad. When my Dad joined us the excitement went through the roof. We wanted to please him. Dad loved us, but he knew he wasn't demonstrative. He was always a bit reserved, but we knew enough about sex to know you can't stay cool while climaxing. He saw this as a way to show his affection." "That seems strange to me," I said. "It would be a lot easier to say something." "Well, you know people who tell you they love you and you're their best friend, but aren't, don't you?" he asked. "My family is the opposite. They don't say it, but they show it. Dad and Uncle Amos were always there to help and give aid. The four of us formed a mutual admiration society. Each of us was trying to give as much pleasure to the others." I was getting hornier and I couldn't resist the Uncle Ralph's cock anymore. I started to suck it again. "Damn Tim, you are like your Dad. He liked it too," Ralph said. "Although, no one could like it as much as old Amos did. He was always a joy to be with. We learned a lot, that evening. I had never sucked a guy while he was shooting before. Amos taught us to do that." "What does it taste like?" "It's not what it tastes like, it's the way it feels to your partner," Ralph said. "That I know!" "You and Randy did hit it off, didn't you?" Ralph asked. "Is that a problem?" Ralph smiled. "Not at all. All of my friends are good men. There's no problem at all." he replied. "Cum tastes all right, but Amos wanted us to eat it for other reasons. He did the laundry, it just made his task a bit easier. My uncle was sensible that way. Amos also wanted my cock up his ass, so that was another first. He was a happy bottom. He liked being fucked and was totally unashamed of how much he liked it. I was in heaven." "You took his cum?" "Nope, your Dad did that. I had my cock as deep in Amos' ass as it would go, pounding hard while your Dad was sucking him. It was a baptism of fire, Amos must have been two pounds lighter after he shot off. Your Dad had a mouthful. I pulled out of Amos and was resting on the bed when I saw my Dad's cock in striking distance. If I hadn't been so revved up, I'm not sure I would have done it. I deep throated him and when I pulled back, he shot off." "My mouth suddenly was filled with his ball juice," Uncle Ralph continued. As he spoke, my mouth was filled with his spewing cum. Ralph had an orgasm. The cum was a bitter and salty, but thick and creamy. I swallowed a few times there was so much of it. "Sorry about that, I should have given you some warning." Ralph said. " Like I said, we were just men helping each other out, but I have to admit, Dad was a bit different. Most of the time he was one of the guys, but it really turned me on to suck on the cock that made me and eat the same seed. I guess you could tell that. Even now it makes me hot." "That's why you shot off?" "That's it," he said. "I think we've done enough for one night. I need some rest. Is that okay with you?" It was. I felt worn out. My head was spinning. There was too much to think about. I needed sometime for things to sink in. The next day was Uncle Ralph's normal day on duty in the Park. He worked every other Sunday, so I had the house to myself. That was good too. Around 1:00 Mr. Billings came by. He went to the same church Randy did and Randy told him about telling me about my mother. Mr. Billings was worried about me. His mother had died of breast cancer too and he was really helpful. As a librarian he felt information should be given straight out, with no sugar coating. He told me the coating sometimes was so thick, you couldn't get to the truth. I told him about my Aunt's use of the word "stable." He interpreted that as suggesting she was in remission. He told me I should go to see her soon, because the good times only lasted for so long. "Is your mother a realistic person?" he asked. "Some people are good about reality; others' avoid it at all costs." I told him, "She's more into the later. If waiting for Johnny to get divorced for twelve years was any indicator." "It's possible she hasn't come to grips with it," he suggested. "My mother didn't. She just pretended a miracle would happen." "Well, you'd have to believe in miracles if you were still waiting for Johnny," I said. Mr. Billings laughed. We were sitting on the lawn overlooking the lake. It was actually hot for the first time this year. I took my shirt off. I was a bit red for the sun the day before. "You've been working on your tan!" Rod said. I told him Randy and I had been in the sun after he left the party the day before. "I wish I had some tanning lotion, or I'd join you." I heard a car on the other side of the house. I looked over to see who it was. A few seconds later Ed appeared. He was wearing shorts and an open flannel shirt. We talked for a few minutes and I realized he had been talking with Randy too. He asked me how I was doing. I told him I was fine. Ed didn't want me to be alone. "I was hoping for some sun time," he whispered to me. Randy must have talked to him about that too. We couldn't do anything with Mr. Billings here, I thought, but when I glanced over at him, he was giving Ed the once over with a look that could only be described as lustful. It struck me that Mr. Billings wasn't going to be a problem after all. He said he'd like to get naked the day before and somehow I guessed he wouldn't mind some sex play either. "Ed, do you have any sun tan lotion? Rod said, he'd like to get some sun too," I asked. "In the truck," Ed replied. He went off and returned with a big bottle of Coppertone. I got two blankets from the house, spread them on the grass and then I stripped naked. Ed was undressed before I had my pants off. Mr. Billing was a little behind, but not by far. Ed handed him the lotion. Naked, Ed was wiry rather than scrawny. His clothes always fit badly, but he was in much better shape than I had guessed. He had a patch of hair on his chest and a trail connecting it to his pubic hair, his cock was long, thin and uncut. There was a lot of extra skin, you could see the outline of his cock head two inches from the tip. Rod was chimpanzee-like in his hairiness. I had thought he would be smooth. He had very short cropped hair and shaved to an inch or two below his collar line, so ho hair was visible. Below that line the rest his body was covered in dirty blond hair. He had goat-like balls, hanging really low and a big cockhead. It didn't look as if his cock consisted of anything more that the cock head; no part of the shaft was visible. Most surprising was a gold ring threaded through his cock head. I had never seen anything like that before. "Well, that's an attention getter!" Ed said. "A youthful indiscretion, I'm afraid," Rod said. "It was part of fraternity initiation. I didn't end up joining afterward but I keep it as a reminder to think before you leap." "Does it hurt?" Ed asked. Rod laughed, "Not in 20 years!" he replied. Ed was sitting next to Ron who was standing. Ed reached up and tugged on the gold ring. It was thick and had two balls on the ends. Ron looked a bit shocked. When he saw I was half hard, he relaxed. "You small guys amaze me sometimes. I would never guess you'd have monster baby makers like these," Ed said, as his slipped his hand down and cupped Ron's balls. "Damn, they're beauties." Rod got down on the blanket. I was next to Ed and reached over and played with Ed's cock. Rod smiled. "This is going to be a relaxing afternoon," he said.