Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2007 05:12:29 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Momma's Boy 2 Momma's Boy 2 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. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com Delmont wasn't shy. Now that he was naked he wasn't shy at all. I guess when you're hung the way he is, you might as well flaunt it. Normally I'd have been embarrassed, but his cock was a curiosity. It looked big, but as we looked at it, it got bigger. "It sure ain't a garter snake," Jimmy said. "It looks like it's too big to be much fun." "Well it sure is fun for me," Delmont said. "I don't want to get to technical, but my buddies say the curve keeps you from choking." His cock curved, or drooped downward. "I take you're pretty popular?" Jimmy asked. Delmont laughed. "I may not be popular, but my cock is," he explained. "It's quite the ice braker, at least a conversation piece." "I didn't know you country boys were into man play," Jimmy said. "Did you mess around with your buddies, Bobby?" "No," I said. "I'm not sure I knew you could do this stuff. I spent most of my time home with Mom. This is all new to me." "Shit, I hope I haven't offended you. When I saw you were getting hard, I though you were a member of the club." Delmont said. "I'm too open some times. I'm sorry." "Oh no, I'm not offended," I said, "I haven't done any of that stuff, except with Jimmy last night, but I'm kind of turned on. What club are you talking about?" "The great cock sucking brotherhood," Jimmy answered. "You guys are gay?" I asked. "Well, I've never thought of myself as gay," my Uncle said. "But, I've never passed up a chance to play with a guy in my life. I think that makes me a card-carrying gay guy. I use to think it was because I was so ugly. When it comes to sex, men are sometimes like dogs. They don't look at the face. Women can be more picky. My wife was a good woman, but the sex was never as good as with my buddies " "I would never have guessed you were gay," I said. "I think there are several flavors of gay," Jimmy said. "There are the florist-interior decorator type and leather- biker groups. I'm just a guy who like sex with men, no flowers, no chains and no leather." "I guess I'm the same way," Delmont said. "I would like to play some tonight. Is that a problem, Bobby?" "No, you guys go ahead," I said. "I'll watch, if you don't mind." Delmont laughed. "When you get to be my age, you'll never pass up real sex for watching," he said. Jimmy was at Delmont's cock by now. He opened his mouth and swallowed the whole thing. It was like watching on of those tropical snakes swallowing something three times its size. "Damn, I love sword swallowers," Delmont remarked. Jimmy's nose was in his bush. Jimmy sniffed and slowly pulled back. The huge cock emerged from his throat. I was unbelievably turned on. I had thought my Uncles's cock was long and thin. I was wrong. It wasn't thin. While it was buried in Jimmy's throat, it filled out. "You're right. The curve is just right," Jimmy said. "It's big, but it fits pretty well." "Do you think you might deep throat me again?" Delmont asked. "Try swallowing when you're in deep. That feels good." "I'll give it a try," Jimmy said. He took a long look at the cock, then opened his mouth and took it a second time. He swallowed several times. "That's it," Delmont said, "it's really good. By the way, are you into the cream, or just the cock? I don't want to shoot if it bothers you." Jimmy pulled off again. "What's your pleasure?" Jimmy asked. "I can go either way," Delmont said. "Sometimes it's nice just to let nature take its course. It's relaxing that way knowing you can shoot anytime and be okay. Then again, holding back isn't so bad. I'm more tense that way, but some tension is good in sex. If there's an audience, a fireworks display can be good for everyone." "Are your loads as big as your cock?" I asked. "Usually," he replied. "I've not made a study of it, but most of the time I shoot what my buddy, Wilburt, calls a gully washer. If you're into cock caviar, I'm the guy for you. Have you ever tried it?" "No," I said. "Not yet." Why I added the "not yet" I don't know. At first, the idea of eating a guy's sperm seemed gross. As I thought about it though, I got more interested. "Jimmy took mine last night," I added. "I'm not much on sperm, myself," Delmont said. "I do like the sweet cock jelly that oozes when you get excited." "I messed around with a doctor once," Jimmy said. "He told me there are millions of spermatozoa in every orgasm. You're just doing your bit to prevent overpopulation every time you jerk off. If you like the stuff you might as well eat it. There's millions more where it came from. A cock is a gift that keeps on giving." "The cock's the toy you never tire of," Delmont remarked. "My wife had a friend who said she didn't like sex. I can't help but think, they must have been doing it wrong. I've been at it for fifty years and it's just as good today as it was when I started. Every time I see a new cock I get turned on just the way I did as a teenager." He was looking at my cock, then at Jimmy's. "Let's get out of this tub and go where we can have more fun," Jimmy said. We got out, dried off and went to his bed. Delmont was sitting on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees and got my mouth close to his cock. I had never sucked a cock, but I wanted to try it. It seemed to be that Delmont's cock was starting at the top, but close up, it looked huge. Actually, it didn't look huge. It was huge. My Uncle must have read my mind. I touched his slit with my finger. I thought it was water, but it was slippery. "It's precum, Bobby," Delmont said. "It's sweet and tasty. Don't try to take the whole thing like Jimmy here. Jimmy's pro at this." I stuck out my tongue and licked the edge of his cock head. That turned out to be a good move. Delmont liked that. At first I tried to avoid the slit and the goo oozing from it, but my tongue came into contact with it by accident. It wasn't bad, tasty in fact. I went a little crazy and soon tried to deep throat his monster. I didn't get as far as Jimmy, but I got more of it than I guessed I could. When I pulled off, I suctioned a huge glob of the stuff. I don't know if it's possible to milk a man's cock, but that's what I was doing. The deeper I went down on Delmont's cock, the more precum I suctioned from his balls. That turned out to be an inducement to deep throat him. After a while I had to take a breather. I was winded. "I take it you like cock sucking?" Jimmy said. "You were making real headway on that horsemeat." "I'm an oozer," Delmont said. "I take it you liked it?" "Oh yes," I said. "I don't know what got into me." "Well, my doctor friend told me just about every aspect of a cock is designed to turn you on. It's designed to get your juices flowing," Jimmy said. "The taste, the smell, they all do the trick for me." "For me too," I said. "Is it all right for you, Delmont?" "You were tying to milk me, weren't you?" he replied. I was shocked he knew what I was doing. "I'm sorry . . ." I started to say. "Hell, don't be sorry," Delmont said. "You're good at it, and I got a bucketful in my balls if you want more." We moved around on the bed so Jimmy could suck me while I worked on Delmont. We shifted a few times. I sucked Jimmy and Delmont sucked me. My head would have been spinning if my mouth wasn't connected to a cock most of the time. I was sucking Jimmy when I went over the edge. Delmont may not have liked cum much, but he got a mouthful, and he didn't complain at all. I was wiped out, but Jimmy and Delmont were still going full blast. "Do you like to top, by any chance?" Jimmy asked Delmont. "I sure do," Delmont said. "I don't get to do it often though. My pal tells me my cocks for the specialist, not for general consumption. Do you like a trip on the wild side?" "I wouldn't mind testing my limits, if that what you mean," Jimmy said. "I'm a careful and gentle guy," Delmont said. "But there's nothing gentle about my cock. I'm game if you are?" Jimmy nodded. I wasn't 100% sure what they were talking about. I had a suspicion, but wasn't really sure. "Do you have some lubricant?" Delmont asked. "I'm not into dry fucks." That comment clarified things for me. Guys at school talked about getting fucked, or getting fucked over. I assumed it was a metaphorical comment. I was sure my Uncle and Jimmy weren't talking metaphysics. It didn't seem possible Delmont's cock would fit in Jimmy's ass. I couldn't figure out why Jimmy would want to try it. It seemed to me it was some sort of a dare. Jimmy went to his bathroom and returned with a tube of KY. "How do you want to take it?" Delmont asked. "Do you want to sit on it, or take it doggy style?" He turned and looked at me, "Why don't you help Jimmy lube up his ass. The more the better." I wasn't too sure I wanted to do that, but I did as I was asked. I was use to doing what adults asked of me. Jimmy was on the bed on his back. "Get some of that in my ass," he said as he spread his legs and pulled up his knees. His ass was wide open. I put some lubricant on my fingers and smeared it around his ass hole. "Damn, that feels good," Jimmy said. "Work some into my ass." I gingerly pushed a finger into his ass. "Push harder," Jimmy ordered. I want it in my ass. My finger passed through his sphincter. It was tight, but it was soft and warm on the inside. "That's it," Jimmy moaned. "It feels great. Don't be afraid to push deeper. Get the lube deep." I was uneasy about doing this, but Jimmy seemed to like it a lot. "Push until you find my prostate." I didn't really know where the prostate was, but I pushed deeper. "You found it," Jimmy exclaimed. "Press it again!" I had assumed forcing a finger into Jimmy's as would hurt. It didn't seem to be a problem. He was moaning and was hard as a rock. It could only be so bad. "Are you in the mood now?" Delmont asked. Jimmy said yes. He got off the bed and on to the floor. He got on his hands and knees. Delmont got behind him and placed his cock at Jimmy's hole. "Are you ready?" Delmont asked. "Lets go," Jimmy said. Delmont made little thyrusting motions with his hips and slowly worked his cock into the hole. Several times Jimmy asked Delmont to slow up. My Uncle waited until Jimmy was ready again. I realized my Uncle had a technique. He would work his cock in a few inches at a time, then pull out. I would pour some more lubricant on his cock and he would slip it in again. Eachy time he did this, more of the cock would vanish in the hole. Jimmy was sweating like a pig, but he stayed hard. Two thirds of the cock was in when Jimmy began undulating his ass. Delmont smiled then that happened. He knew all was well. Jimmy was beginning to play with the massive organ. The thrusts became deeper and more frequent. I have to give my Uncle credit. He seemed to know what Jimmy could take. Eventually I saw the two men merge into a single fucking organism. It was action and reaction in perfect harmony. You couldn't tell which man enjoyed it more. When Jimmy shot off hands free, Delmont pulled out and shot his load across Jimmy's torso. There was sperm everywhere. My Uncle bent over and licked to goo up from Jimmy's body. There were two happy men. I didn't actually know what they were feeling. I didn't know enough about man sex to know, but I realized it was spectacular. Deep in my gut I knew I had to experience the same feelings myself. I wasn't sure it would be on Uncle Delmont's cock. We all went to bed. The funeral was to be a grave side service at 10:30. The morning was a haze of friends and relatives. My co workers were there as well as neighbors and relatives. I knew them all except the relatives. Mom didn't ever speak to the Ardanian family, but she wasn't close to her own family either. I didn't know many of them. They were all strangers. My preconceptions made things more difficult. I thought the Ardanians were a blue collar working class family, and my Mom's family were old time Virginia gentry. They turned out to be Virginia country rather then gentry. The Ardanian's were well dressed and sophisticated. After the funeral we went to my house. I visualized an uncomfortable hour or two between the two feuding families. Much to my surprise, the house looked wonderful. Mrs. Notting and our neighbors had raided their gardens and filled the place with flowers. The dining room was filled with food. It was beautiful. Uncle Delmont and Uncle Steve introduced the two halves of my family to each other. I met my father's older sister, Aunt Regina. She was overjoyed to see me. I reminded her of her brother and she cried with joy. Oddly, Aunt Regina got along well with my mother's sister Aunt Janet. Neither of them got along with my Mom. They didn't say anything, but they were like spirits. Both had lost husbands recently so they shared common experiences. Everyone got along well. It was nice to see people in the house. We never had company in the house. It was a big family reunion. People were seeing old friends and meeting new ones. A week later Mom's death hit me. For 27 years she had been the focus of my life. Now that she was dead, I had no life. I didn't know what to do with myself. I wasn't unhappy. I was lost. I had no idea what to do with the rest of my life. I went to see Jimmy, but he was out of town on a job. I got a call from Uncle Steve, "I got a call from your Uncle Delmont about coming up for a weekend at his fishing camp," Steve said. "Why don't you come with me?" "I'm not much of a fisherman," I said. "Do you have something better to do?" Uncle Steve asked. He was right. I went with him. He picked me up on Friday afternoon. Aunt Regina's son, Bill was with him. Bill looked a bit like me, but he was a few years younger. He was a pre-med student at UVA. We drove deep into Southside Virginia. "Your Uncle Delmont has a fishing camp on the Staunton River," Steve said. "He described it as twenty miles from the middle of nowhere. He also said it was rustic. I have no idea what that means." " I think he lives in a trailer, so his idea of rustic might be a cave." I said. "It's only for a weekend," Bill said. "It will be either fun or an adventure." I wasn't so sure, but Bill had a good attitude. We were in a 4-wheel drive car and we needed it. We turned off the highway onto a dirt road, and then onto a trail. After twenty minutes of slow travel we arrived at a clearing in a thick woods. A small, red painted cabin sat on the edge. There was an old chevy truck parked next to the cabin. Next to it was a large Ford truck. I recognized it as Jimmy's. "This must be it," Steve said. We got out and went to the cabin. A dog barked as we got to the door. Delmont came to the door. "Quiet Rebel, these guys are family," he said to the dog. How was the trip? Did my instructions work?" "Like a charm," Steve said. "This is Bill, m nephew." "Nice to met you," Delmont said. "You're the last guys to come. The rest of the men are in the back, looking at the river." We went through the cabin and out the back. The river was thirty feet below, down a steep embankment. "Let me do quick introductions. Guys, this is Steve, his nephew Bill and my nephew Bobby. Jimmy you know. Next to him is Scooter, his friend. The ugly man next to him is my half brother Slim, and his nephew Ronnie." We all shook hands. Slim's nickname fit him well, but he wasn't that ugly. He was younger than Delmont, bearded and very tan. His clear, blue eyes stood out in his dark face. He must have spent most of his life outside. Ronnie was tanned too, but stocky. He had a goatee. Scooter was about 45-50. He was a big, imposing man, with a red beard. Delmont gave us the house rules. "There no electricity and no air conditioning here, so the dress code is informal. When my wife was alive, she use to say anything was okay as long as your balls weren't hanging out. Since she died, we're not that dressy. We're down to basic bug spray most of the time." "What do you wear for formal occasions?" Slim asked with a smile. He had beautiful teeth, white and even. "I just comb my chest hair," Delmont said. We all laughed. "This place has great fishing, but poor air circulation, so when I say the dress code is informal, you'll know what I mean soon enough. The out house is to the left, but any tree will do. If you want to piss in the river, make sure it's down stream. I've got a cooler with some food in it, but dinner is or is not what we catch." "Does that mean we starve tonight," Ronnie asked. "I got here early and took care of that," Delmont said. "I also have a store of beer in a spring to the right of us. Let me show you all around." He took us on a tour, starting with the outhouse and the spring. We went down to the river on a steep path that was all but invisible from the river itself. The river was just plain beautiful. This was an area of rapids between two placid sections. A Bald Eagle watched us. "It's hard to dry clothes here, so wear as little as you can," Slim said. " If you don't, you may have mildewed clothes for the rest of the weekend." It was late afternoon and when we got back to the cabin, the heat was oppressive. Delmont went for beer. Slim went into the cabin and emerged naked. Slim looked very good naked. "What if someone comes and sees you," Ronnie asked. "It's private property here, so we can wear what we want. The only people who know this place exists are Brother Delmont's friends. They know the dress code. Would some one spray me?" Ronnie sprayed insect repellent. Delmont returned and passed a beer to everyone, he stripped down too. Jimmy and Scooter followed suit. Soon we were all naked and smelling of repellant. It was more comfortable and after ten minutes I was used to being naked out doors. Scooter and Jimmy made a fire in a grill for dinner. We had a surprisingly good dinner. Baked potatoes, corn on the cob and fish. Delmont was a good cook and he knew what to do with a grill. As the sun began to set, we were all in a mellow mood. "I guess we aren't going to watch American Idol tonight?" Ronnie asked. "It's an entertain your self kind of place here," Slim said. "What's the ususal entertainment, Delmont?" "I guess we could sit around the fire and tell scary stories," Bill said. He was smiling. "I have a little confession to make," Delmont said. "I know that you don't know all the guys here, but we all share a common interest. My friends who usually come here share the same interest too. My buddy Robbie says if six guys each with six inches of cock can't find something fun to do in the dark, there's something really wrong. There are eight guys here. That works out to 48 inches of cock." "Make that 52 inches with you," Jimmy interjected. We all burst out laughing. "Well, I would bet there's closer to 60, but I'll tally that up on Sunday," Delmont said. "I know you're all interested. I know you're all horny. Some of you are more experienced that others. But take my word for it, that will not be a problem. Now some of us are related. There's a tradition of guys helping each other out in my family, but there are enough men to mix and match if you're so inclined." "What are the rules?" Scooter asked. "What's off limits?" "Ask first, and remember no means no." Slim said. "There are some guys here who have never taken it in the ass. Some guys may not want your spunk. If you're really desperate, come see me. I like it all. So does Delmont." "You can add me to that list," Jimmy said. "Who shoots the starting gun?" Bill asked. "For starters I was thinking you and Slim would be a good pair. Ronnie and Steve could play, and Bobby and Scooter are a good match and Jimmy and I will see what we can work out," Delmont said. "Is that agreeable?" That arrangement suited everyone. It kept uncles and nephews apart, and left Delmont for later. I had seen him in action and knew he wasn't good for the inexperienced. I was with Scooter. He was massively built, and had an equally massive cock. As soon as I started to suck him, the precum began to flow from his apricot sized balls. I thought back to my milking experience with Delmont. I knew why we were paired.