Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 00:50:08 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Jake Part Four Uncle Jake- Part Four By Bald Hairy Man, bldhrymn@aol.com Or bldhrymn@excite.com This is an adult story about mature men. It is not for children or immature persons of any age. I have made no effort at safe sex practices. It is a fantasy. Clyde and Wilbur are characters introduced in Preaching to the Choir. This is their early history. I knew that Wilbur hadn't been that enthusiastic about having the trooper's cock in his ass. He certainly looked happy now. I was more than ready for my turn, and was worried that Randy might pop before he had a chance to try me out. No need to worry. Wilbur sprayed the whole shower room with his cum. "Damn it boy!" Randy exclaimed. "You must be shooting half your body weight!" Will looked a bit lost and Jake helped him off the trooper's love pole. "Who's next?" The day before, I didn't know I had a prostate nor it could do. Today, I was ready. You might imagine that a not very knowledgeable sixteen year old would be hesitant about having a complete stranger shove his rock hard cock into his virgin ass. I might be worried that I was about to lose my innocence, my self respect. I was to be used by an older man for his own pleasure. Well if you thought that you would be dead wrong. I didn't give it a thought. It was so exciting and so enjoyable. Looking back on it today, I feel just the same way. I have yet to figure out what you do with your virginity. In retrospect I realize that Randy was a good fucker. Considerate without being patronizing, with a good cock that was just the right size to know you were being fucked without being split in half. Jake had lubricated my ass well and gave my prostate a squeeze or two. I got in the same position as Wilbur a few minutes before and sat down on Randy's cock. There was a twinge of pain, followed by the most intense sexual feeling I had ever felt. It was good. I loved it and wanted more. I started to grind my ass to force his cock into every part of my ass. "Are you sure you've not been fucked before?" Randy asked. He rolled his eyes back as my undulations worked his cock. "This boy's a keeper, Jake. A real keeper." I didn't last long. Cum spurted everywhere. "These boys are going to clog the drains!" Randy said, laughing. "A gully washer of man juice!" I was still twitching a bit and Jake steadied me. "Be careful, don't fall." Jake warned. I got off the cock and sat down, drained. Randy got up, gently pushed me down so my back as on the bench. He lifted my legs and fucked me again. In the next fifteen minutes I went from being ass virgin to fuck slut. I loved every second. He fucked me spread eagled, sideways and doggy style. He tried every possible way a hard cock could get in a willing ass. He stayed hard, and I got harder. Since I had shot, I didn't feel the urge to cum again, so it was a long session of plain, old fun. "Jake." Randy said. "Do you want me to drop my load in this boy's ass or fill you up again?" Jake looked at me seriously. "Do you want it?" He asked. Of course I did, so I nodded. Randy began frantically pumping and then with one deep thrust he stopped and squirted his load. He shot half of it in my ass, pulled out and deposited the rest on the hair on my chest. Randy had a detached, almost businesslike, approach to fucking. When he climaxed, that vanished and he got this blissful look on his face. He had done a thorough job of fucking me. I was pleased that I could satisfy him. You sometimes wonder if handsome men feel the same things you do. Well, Randy looked really happy. He sat down. "Jake. You got some nice boys here." He said. "I know it, Randy." Jake said. "I may be rushing their education a bit, but, somehow, I figured that you all would hit it off." Randy said he was on night patrol, and had to leave. He showered, dressed and left. We went to bed. I woke around seven the next morning. We all had overslept. When I stirred, Wilbur moved. "Did you like that as much as you looked like you did?" He asked. "I sure did!" I said. "Just great!" "Randy wasn't too big?" Wilbur asked. The covers were off and he was sporting a huge hard-on. I could read his mind. I looked at Will, then felt Jake move. I turned over and he was looking at us. "Don't be shy boys." Jake said. "Let me lubricate you." He slicked some stuff on Will's cock, and worked a finger into my ass. Will lifted my legs. "Go slow, Will!" Jake instructed. "You're a lot thicker than Randy." Jake didn't need to worry. Will was just as careful as he could be. Will was looking very happy, and so was I. My ass had no problem at all with the thick cock, and we had a nice, slow fuck. "That's it, Will." Jake said. "Don't push things, just let them flow." Jake said. "It's not a race, Clyde. You can just relax and let nature take its course. Slow and easy." Will was slow pumping when his cock slipped out and dribbled cum on my gut. I hadn't guessed that he was close, not to mention shooting. We got up, had breakfast and went to work. Over the next few days, Wilbur and I had several opportunities to play and experiment. Randy had shown us all the positions and we tried them all. Will and I traded positions, and I can truthfully say, we didn't find ay we didn't like. Thursday night Jake told us he was having company Friday. He called it his "monthly get together." "Herb or Randy?" I asked "Randy's not part of the group. He's too uncomfortable with locals most of the time. Don't mention him." Jake said. "Group?" Will said. "Five or six men." Jake said. "When Alice was alive, it was my poker night. She liked it because I never lost any money. We met at the pharmacist's house. When she died, we moved the meetings here." "Can we join in?" I asked. "It sounds like fun! My ass is twitching already." "They're all older men you know. Not young like Randy." Jake said. "That sounds great to us." Will and I said in unison. Jake smiled. "Is it an all sucking and all fucking party?" "The men have some milage on them so there is not much they don't do." Jake said. "I think you boys might become virgins for the night again. They don't know Randy's broken you in. There are some big men in the group, and you might want to have an excuse to avoid too much stretching of your asses." We became ass virgins again, and have been publicly virgin ever since. It lets us be more picky. It seems that several men get quite a rush out of picking our cherries for the first time. Now that we are in our thirties it's harder to play the game, but most guys seem to like it. "Can you tell us about them?" I asked. "I'll tell you a little about them but I'll let you meet them." Jake said. "We've been doing this for years but you never know what adding a new ingredient in the mix will do. You can play it by ear." "Fine with us, but give us a hint." Will asked. "There is Herb, who you have met. Carl is the pharmacist. He's the oldest in the group, a pleasant grand fatherly type. Jim is a college professor. He drives 150 miles and spends the night. He's the only one who is bigger than me. Steve is Greek or Armenian and a cook at the local restaurant. Scooter is a tall thin guy who looks like you a bit." "Is he the mechanic at the Exxon?" Will asked. "Yep." Jake said. "He is. I see you have figured out the lay of the land here. Finally there is Norm. He's a real estate agent. All business man on the outside, sex pig on the inside." "Can you tell us more? What are the rules?" I asked. "As I said boys." Jake repeated. "Let's play it by ear." Will and I figured that it would be a long wait anticipating the Friday games, but Jake had other ideas. We spent Friday cleaning the house and yard and helping him cook. The day flew by. At four we stopped and showered. The day was near ninety degrees, so we dressed only in shorts. Jake was wearing shorts held up by suspenders. It was an odd combination but his deeply tanned torso covered in grey hair looked good with the red suspenders. Will and I are not bubble butts, so our shorts drooped, stopping just shy of the pubic hair. Jake said that our fashion sense was tasteful without being flashy. Herb arrived first bringing Steve with him. Steve was bearded, short, very muscular with a bubble butt. He wore a print shirt open to his navel. His chest was covered in black hair accentuated by gold chains. We introduced ourselves since Jake was inside. Steve went in to help Jake make dinner. Norm and Carl arrived next in Jeep Cherokee. The car carried the sign of a real-estate company. Norm was dressed for golf, with an alligator shirt and Bermuda shorts. Carl looked like an elderly man to us. Jake brought out beer and we all sat on the porch talking. Scooter arrived next in Pontiac. We had seen him before but he had the scrubbed look of a man who had made a serious effort to clean the grease off himself. As Uncle Jake said later, you can't get rid of all the grease, but it's good to have tried. About fifteen minutes later a Volvo arrived with two men. A tall bearded older man got out of the driver's side and a smaller bearded man got out of the passenger side. "Jim!" Jake called. "You brought a guest?" "Jake, Men." Jim said. "Let me introduce to you Bobby Smyth. He's a colleague of mine at State. I mentioned him the last time we met." Bobby was younger, perhaps thirty-five or forty. He looked a bit Czar Nicholas, and looked like a runner. Everyone introduced themselves and settled down to conversation and a beer. The conversation was stiff at the first, but soon warmed up. "Damn it Jake." Steve said as he took his shirt off. "You need air-conditioning!" There was a general unbuttoning of shirts. "Clyde and Wilbur have the right idea." "Dinner's ready." Jake announced. Dinner was good and the group became more relaxed. Afterwards, I was talking with Bobby and Steve. Wilbur was with Carl, Herb and Norm. Jake was in deep conversation with Scooter and Jim. Beer flowed and we loosened up more. Since neither Bobby nor I knew the routine, we were a bit uneasy. "You can't wear those shorts much lower than you have, can you?" Steve asked me. "I come from a poor assed family." I said laughing. "We got nothing to hold pants up with." "Well if your going to wear them that low, you could try combing your bush." Bobby suggested. My shorts had slipped so that the bush was visible. I noticed that Herb was feeling out Wilbur by this time. Jake was still talking to Jim, but Scooter had disappeared. I took a second look and saw him on the floor sucking Jake's cock. Jake was naked. Bobby brushed his fingers on my bush, rearranging the hair. I unsnapped the top button and dropped my shorts. "Damn, that ain't no kid cock!" Steve said, He dropped to the floor and took my whole soft cock into his mouth. The night's entertainment had begun. Steve cradled my cock in his mouth and just slowly licked my tube. Bobby stripped and put his arm around me so that Steve could suck him too. Steve was willing. Steve stood to kiss Bobby and I dropped to suck and get a good look. Steve had compact golf sized balls that formed a cushion for his uncut cock. He wasn't up yet, so they looked like three balls, wrapped in skin sitting in a nest of black hair. Bobby had low hangers, and a long, cut cock. His cock head looked bare, so I sucked it. He immedialtly oozed and glob of pre cum. He was ready to play. After a minute, Bobby said that it was his turn, I stood and he began sucking my Steve and my cocks. Everyone in the room was naked by now. Will was sucking Carl as Norm took Will's cock. Carl was in good shape for an older man, all pink, but covered in a thick coat of white hair. I couldn't see his cock since it was hidden in Will's throat. Norm was stocky but not flabby, with a hairy chest and a big cock. He was at half staff, sticking straight out, but the skin still covered the head, so I guessed that he still had a ways to go. Herb was playing traffic cop. He made sure that the right cock ended up in the right mouth. Jake and Jim were sixty-nineing, with Scooter licking anything that came in range. I could tell that Jim was big. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Bobby was a good sucker and I was hard. Steve joined him as they shared my cock. I ended up sitting on Steve's face so he could suck my balls and rim my ass while Bobby took care of my cock. I was in hog heaven. I'm a cock man, so I was surprised that Steve could be so happy with his tongue in my ass. Happy he was! Carl moaned that he was cumming, and Will took it like a man. I was so busy watching them, that I popped too. I didn't even warn Bobby. Bobby stopped deep throating me and concentrated on my cock head. He kept my head inside his mouth and swirled his tongue around the edge as I spewed juice from the slit in the middle. You could say that my cock head was a bit sensitive, and I really wanted to let it rest. Bobby and Steve would have nothing of that. I had relaxed when I popped and Steve got his tongue deeper into my ass. Bobby kept on sucking until I was soft and drained. Jake, Scooter and Jim came over. "Bobby's never played with red necks before." Jim said. "I thought Scooter would be a perfect introduction to the race." "If Scooter's not interested, I can give him a try." Jake said. "Who says I'm not interested?" Scooter said in his thickest West Virginia accent. Bobby was still sucking my cock but he had raised is ass and spread his legs. It was obvious what he wanted. Jim had a pump bottle of stuff that he squeezed onto his hand and worked into Bobby's ass. Jake took some and went behind me. Scooter was slicking his cock up. He did look a bit like Wilbur and me. Scooter had a thick, uncut, club cock. He was trying to be red neck cool, but that's hard when you are sporting eight inches of dripping cock. He was real interested. "Clyde." Jake said. "Would you hold Steve's legs wide for a while?" Jake was going to fuck Steve while Scooter fucked Bobby. I would have thought that this would have distracted Steve and Bobby, but they continued to lick and suck me. I was getting excited again. "Don't be afraid to hold him wide. He's got a real tight ass, and the wider he is the better it is." I shifted a little so Steve could suck my balls. "Lift up a bit, Clyde. "Jake said. "These boys will need all the air they can get." I did and looked down and saw the two men kissing. Bobby would suck my half hard cock then kiss Steve, the suck me again. Randy was my only experience with fucking, except for Wilbur, and Scooter's technique was pure red neck in heat. He rammed Bobby, to the hilt the first time and every other time. Bobby had been a good sucker, but became a great sucker. I was getting into the scene. Steve jerked and shuddered. Jake was fucking. Steve moaned and growled. My balls were in his mouth and the vibrations from the sounds drove me crazy. Scooter was fucking at a frantic rate. I figured that he would pop soon. No one could keep that pace up without shooting. "Scooter has incredible staying power." Jim said. He must have been reading my mind. "He just goes on and on." I was about as happy as a guy could get.