Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2007 19:07:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Momma's Boy 4 Momma's Boy 4 By Bald Hairy Man This is pure fantasy. It is not intended for minors or for persons who are offended by all male Sex. If you are offended, don't read it! The men slowly emerged from the cabin and we began to make dinner. Delmont was a good cook if you like things simple. Since most of my dinners came from a can or had been cooked by microwave, this was a treat for me. The beer came out at six or so. This was a fishing and sex party, not a drinking party. Sonny like beer a lot, but his Dad said fun was more fun when you could remember it. Sonny conceded that was true. While Delmont wasn't shy about sex, he seemed shy and retiring compared to Sonny. Sonny was in heat all the time and wasn't at all worried about who knew it. He had a nice cock, thick and uncut. He teetered between being half hard and fully erect. Usually at least half of his knob poked out of the skin, and usually something was dripping from his slit. Pops was county, but he was sophisticated compared to his son. His cock was long, thin and uncut. He seemed to have a lot of extra skin. His cock head caused a bulge two inches from the pucker. I hadn't encountered many uncut cocks other than my own. Everyone in the school locker room was cut. They interested me. I knew Sonny wanted to fuck, but he got interested in my cock and started sucking me after dinner. As he sucked me, his Dad got hard. I felt Pops' cock. Soft, thick foreskin encased his long, very hard shaft. It was almost as if his cock was padded. It wasn't long before the three of us were getting it on. I wasn't interested in either man. They seemed to be okay, but no more than that. They liked sex and I was the new cock in town. Sonny straight out said he was trying to see how much fun he could have. "Daddy says I'm just slutty, but I figure, if you don't try it, how will you ever know?" Sonny explained. "Man sex is odd. You can try to have some fun with a handsome hunk that looks like he had posed for a body building magi and nothing happens. Then you get stuck with something the cat dragged in, and you're seeing fireworks on the 4th of July." He looked at me closely. "Don't worry; you're a good looking guy." "Do you think the hunk had the problem with, not you with him?" I asked. "I've actually thought about that," Sonny replied. "It might be true, but whatever it was, it didn't work out. Some guys are too pretty to get their hair mussed. Hot and heavy sex is made for fun, but it isn't photogenic. I had a girl friend once who didn't want to muss her makeup. The sex was shitty. She ended up marrying a preacher. She had two kids, but I think her hubby mailed the sperm to her." It was dark by now, and I could see our little fishing party had subdivided into small groups. Some were still chatting, but others were breathing heavily and slurping. The enveloping darkness made me more comfortable thinking about getting fucked. I was curious, but didn't want to be the center of attentions on my first try. I didn't exactly agree to get fucked. I just let nature take its course. It would be more correct to say I let Pops and Sonny take their course. We were on the grass and I was in the 69 position with Sonny. Pops was to my rear. He had a tube of lubricant and worked his finger into my hole. Pops was delicate about it. I jumped a little when he first touched my ass, but once my surprise was over I shifted my legs to make it easier to get access to my hole. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect this. I thought I would have clenched my ass tightly closed. My ass reacted otherwise. I was a little scared, but more excited than frightened. Sonny rolled sideways so he was on his back. I was on top sucking him as he sucked me. In the dim light he could still tell was his father was doing. Sonny hooked his arms around my legs and pulled them forward so my ass was more open. Pops took his time. He massaged my hole and then eased one finger into my ass. It was both exciting and relaxing. When one of his fingers was all the way in, he wiggled it around and then pressed something inside. I moaned. "You got it daddy!" Sonny said. "You found the magic button and it's working just right." Waves of pleasurable sensations flooded over me as he pressed what turned out to be my prostate. It was good. Sonny was a leaker, so as Pops played with my ass, I was tastings Sonny's pre cum. If anything, Sonny was more excited than me. Pops worked another finger into my ass hole and things were good. They got a lot better when Pops replaced the fingers with his cock. He had a nice sized cock head and he pressed it until it popped through my sphincter. It was big, but not huge and I felt stretched, but no pain. Pops' fingers had felt good, his cock was great. He pushed it in until it hit my prostate. Then he stopped and rubbed his bloated cock head against the gland. I truthfully didn't know I was capable of feeling so much. It was a tidal wave of sensation. It was hard to breathe. When it was almost too much for me, Pops stopped and let me rest. I got my breath, and then he pushed in deeper. It was great. Pops cock was long and thin and it was an easy fit. He was laid back and gentle. It was a friendly fuck more than a passionate one. It wasn't what I had expected. That morning Sonny and Pops had been complete strangers. Now I was sucking one of them while the other had his cock in my ass. I should have been shocked. A few weeks before, this would have been as unlikely as a trip to the moon. Somehow it all seemed as natural as could be. I wasn't shocked; I didn't feel defiled or degraded. I felt completed. It was as if Pops' cock in my ass was what I had been waiting for all my life. My life had been sexless while my mother was alive. I felt a little trashy thinking this, but while I missed my mother in some ways, my sudden discovery of sex more than blunted the sense of loss. A major part of my relationship with my mother had been more as a servant than as a son. I took care of her. I had geared my life around helping her. Pops was moaning as he picked up the pace of his thrusting into my ass. Sonny was breathing heavily. I felt good about giving these men pleasure. I liked letting them use my cock and ass. What was unusual was that I enjoyed it too. My relationship with my Mom was a one way street. I did things for her, and she said thank you once and a while. I was getting as much pleasure out of Pops and Sonny as they got out of me. I wasn't use to a reciprocal relationship, but I could get use to this very easily. Pops stopped thrusting. I knew he was shooting his load into my ass. Sonny began to buck. A second later he flooded my mouth with his cum. I was enjoying things too much to shoot off myself. We pulled apart and cooled down. I felt great. As I said, Sonny was always in heat. I was surprised to find him ready to go ten minutes later. He leaned over while he was sitting next to me. "I'd love to get up your ass, if you don't object," he whispered. "Would you like to take it?" Much to my surprise, I said, "Sure!" It must have been the brain in my cock that made me say that. I really didn't want to get fucked by Sonny. I was sure from my conversation with him he would be rougher and tumble. I was on my back on the grass. Sonny grabbed my legs and held them up, pushing them apart so my ass would be defenseless. He put a rolled up blanket under my back to provide support. Sonny was unexpectedly considerate. He later told me he liked repeat customers. He took his time getting his thick member into my ass. While he said he was a fucker not a lover, he built up his pace gradually. Sonny's cock was about as long as his father's, but much thicker. It took a minute or two to get use to it, but it was good and got better. He liked to pump vigorously, and then slow down for a while. Each time he did this it got better. Suddenly he stopped and began to jerk. His whole body shook as he ejaculated. It was much better than I expected. I hadn't shot off a second time, but I had been really close several times. Sonny pulled out and promptly fell asleep. My ass was a little sore, but my mind was reeling. My experiences in man sex had all been good, but the last hour with Pops and Sonny had been mind bending. Year earlier, I had a rather odd school teacher who talked about the rapture. I had come close to feeling what she described, but I don't think what I felt had much to do about being Baptist. I laughed to myself. If you could achieve rapture by having Sonny's cock in my ass, ending the world for the rapture seemed like a poor and complicated alternative. "What's so funny," Uncle Steve asked. "Pops and Sonny just fucked me," I said. "It was the first time for me." "Are you all right?" Uncle Steve sounded concerned. "I'm fine," I said. "It was really good. They're nice guys. I was thinking about one of my old teachers and the rapture." I told him about my discoveries about the rapture. Steve laughed. "I think you may have a point," Steve said. "I've know some people who are so busy getting ready for the next world they short change this one. That can be a sad way to live." "Do you like getting fucked?" I asked. "Sometimes," Steve replied, "I'm basically a top, but I bottom when inspired. It's funny, but just about every guy likes a blow job, but anal is different. Some guys love it; other can't do it at all. I think it must have something to do with anatomy. I've got a really tight ass. Cocks don't fit well. I could never take Delmont. Shit, I can't even think about Delmont without feeling a pain in my ass." "Do you like to fuck?" "It depends on the situation," Steve replied. "Some guys love it and it's good with them. For me it's as good as my partner is. If a guy's not into it, it's no good at all. You must be into it big time, if you enjoyed yourself on your maiden voyage." "I didn't know you could feel so much," I said. "Sonny and Pops not only rang my chimes, they're the ones who discovered I had chimes to ring." "I know the feeling," Uncle Steve said. "The first time I fucked a guy I was delivering bulldozer on a big, 18-wheeler rig. Our regular drive wasn't available, so I took the job. I had a young guy, Kenny, riding shotgun. We got caught in a huge storm and had to pull off the road and ride it out. There wasn't anything to do. We were low on gas so we had the AC off and we got frisky in the sleeping compartment." "We sucked for a while, but Kenny asked me if I'd ever fucked a guy. I said no. Kenny asked me if I'd like to try," Steve continued. "What the hell, I thought. I'd give it a spin. Well Kenny liked it in the ass a lot. I'd fucked my share of women, but that was nothing like Kenny. I didn't know my cock could get that hard. Kenny was 22 or 23, and he had what you might call a really high tolerance for sex. It rained all night and I fucked him all night." "Is he still around?" I asked. "Nope. He went off to places that were better about gay men than Virginia," Ted said. "I think he's down in Key West now." "Have you ever run into anyone like Kenny again?" I asked. "No, but I have to admit I'm always looking," Ted said. "I'm getting older and I tend to like younger guys, so it's getting more difficult. Your neighbor Jimmy was quite a find for me. I like younger men, but masculine types. His construction workers are my kind of men." "I'd have never guessed they were gay," I said. "They look crude, but they've all been nice guys." "Crude? Are you talking about me?" Sonny asked as he woke up. Steve and I laughed. "No we weren't but you fit the bill," Steve said. "Bobby tells me you've been taking advantage of his ass?" "Not at all," Sonny said. "He's enrolled in my Man Love 101 class. So far he's a straight A student. I love a quick learner. It helps that he has an ass made for love. He's tight, but quivers some too. He's a natural." "What do you mean by a natural?" I asked. "You opened up nice and easy. I hit your magic nut right away," Sonny said. "It seems to me that all your hot spots are up front and center. That's really nice in a bottom." It was beginning to get late and I heard thunder nearby. A storm was on the way. We went inside the cabin. I had been so involved in my own sexual experiences I had no idea what the other men were doing. The cabin was small and it was almost wall to wall naked men. With only a few candles illuminating the room, there was just enough light to see figures, but it was hard to see who was who. The storm continued for the rest of the night so we all stayed in the cabin. The porches around the cabin meant we could keep the windows open and as the storm continued, it got colder outside. It remained warm inside but comfortable. It was crowded and we made what Delmont called a puppy pile. Every time you moved there was another man, another cock and another ass.