Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2010 14:57:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Rudolph and his Pals 2 Uncle Rudolph and his Pals 2 by Bald Hairy Man This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. After the party my life changed dramatically. I had been going through my Uncles things alone; now I had helpers. Robert was of real find. He was an Art History professor and knew about many of the objects my Uncle collected. Franklin was helpful too. He was a high school history teacher, but his hobby was antiques and collectables. Another older man, Kent had similar interests, but he also was a computer wiz. I am a computer wiz too, but Kent knew how to search for antiques and collectables. He had an encyclopaedic knowledge of good art and antiquities web sites. He also had paid memberships in some of the sites professionals used. When I did a search, I had to start at first base; Kent started at third. The situation was odd since they all knew me from my Uncles conversations. I had no idea they existed. Sexually I apparently was a dead ringer for Rudolph. My genitals were identical to his. However, I was as repressed and cautious and he had been out going and daring. My experiences were rare and limited. Uncle Rudolph's were regular and extensive. Robert had a long conversation with me about that. "I'm sure you realize we were all close to your Uncle both as a generous and helpful man and as a sexual partner. This may sound odd, but he was a sexual spark plug. Where he was, sex soon followed. This may sound tawdry, or vulgar, but that wasn't the case." "I'm sure you know men who tell off-color, or risque jokes. When some men tell them they are nasty and insulting. Other men can tell the same joke and it's funny and enjoyable. Your Uncle was the later; he loved life; he loved sex and he loved the men he has sex with. It was all for pleasure and always for mutual pleasure; it was all fun. Sex can demean, but that never happened with your Uncle. For him sex was uplifting. He didn't have a cruel or mean bone in his body. His cock was a love stick, spreading happiness and joy." "We were all bought up to be embarrassed or frightened of our sexual urges and desires," he continued. "Rudolph had none of these fears and hangups, he introduced us to our own sexuality. Many of his friends were deeply closeted. They were construction workers, cops and teachers. He brought sunlight into their lives. He demonstrated how you could enjoy sex. He was a wonderful man" "He sounds positively saintly," I said. "He was a good man. You never knew him sexually, but when I saw you in the pool the other day, I saw that you share his sexual responsiveness." "What does that mean? I can't be less like uncle Rudolph sexually," I said. "You were enjoying the same things he did. You were spreading pleasure and treating men the same way he did. You are much more like him than you know," Robert said. "That can't be true." "Well Dolph, it is true," he insisted. That evening Donny came over to help move furniture. He got to the house at 7:00 and had obviously gone home and showered. Donny was a work horse and we got a lot done in a short time After an hour of hard work he was sweating like a pig. That was oddly attractive. We had a couple of beers and talked afterward. Donny wasn't handsome in a conventional sense. He was slightly shorter than average and a bit heavier. All of the extra weight was muscle, as far as I could tell. He was balding and had a close cropped beard. He had more hair on his chest than on his head. He was more manly than handsome. "I had a good time with you the other day," he said. "It was good for me too," I said. "To tell you the truth, I'd never been sucked off before and no one had taken my cum before. Three times in one afternoon was incredible." "Yours is like Rudolph's sperm," Donny almost whispered. "I never thought I'd taste it again." "You liked it?" "I love it," he said. "Rudolph said every thing that comes out of a man's body, like piss, shit or snot is trash except for sperm. Sperm, cum, ejaculate, and semen are the ultimate production of a man's body. There is nothing better than sharing it with your pals." "I never thought of it that way," I said. "Rudolph said it's a relief to drain you bladder, or clear out your rectum, but it's the ultimate joy to drain your balls. It's not just a joy; it's the most pleasurable thing you can experience in life, nothing approaches it," Donny continued. "You've noticed while jerking off is good, doing it with another person more than doubles the fun?" "That was sure the case with you," I said. "You shot in my mouth. I've never had that happen before." "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." "It was okay," I said. "I just didn't expect it." There was a pause in the conversation. "I think about it a lot. I wake up in the night and I can almost taste it again. It was hot and a bit salty. I can almost feel your cock twitching as you shot it. I think you are wrong about sex being twice as good with another person than alone. I think it's ten or twenty times better." Donny smiled. He knew what I wanted. A minute later we were on Uncle Rudolph's bed, naked and happy. "You liked my cock juice?" he asked as he straddled my face and flopped his cock on my mouth. I answered by sucking his foreskin into my mouth. Donny liked to talk during sex. He liked to discuss what he was feeling and how I was doing. "I guess that's a yes," he remarked. "Rudolph taught me to like it. He had made a study of it. He loved it when the juices began to slowly ooze and he knew you were getting into it. Pre cum is a sign of a job well done, he'd say. "You can't fake it, you know? You've got to be turned on to ooze pre cum." He liked the thick, creamy stuff too, but he loved precum. I'm a heavy leaker, so we were close." As my tongue explored his foreskin I began to taste his pre cum. I'm not very self confident and was never sure if I was pleasing my partner. I relaxed as the slight taste of precum intensified and the juices began to flow. Donny got more excited as I continued. "Your uncle was the first man I knew who was all man and all gay and damn proud of it," Donny said. "I was gay, and scared to death someone would find out," Donny said. "Every time I actually had sex with a guy, I'd beat myself up and go on a drinking binge. Rudolph got me to stop that. I was one of those guys who had to get drunk to have sex. I wanted sex bad, so I was drinking a lot." "I thought of cocks as being dirty. To me a cock was just a drain for piss. I had to force my self to suck one. He told me the piss connection shut off when you get hard. Rudolph got me to see it as a joy stick, and man seed dispenser." "Your Uncle taught me a lot," Donny said. "About sex?" I asked. "More about me and what I was," he replied. Donny smiled and added, "and sex too." I continued to suck donny's thick member and his ball juices continuously flowed from his slit. The flow increased. I got more excited as Donny got more turned on. I didn't know if my sucking or his memories of my Uncle that excited him. I was getting a taste for pre cum. "How did you meet?" I asked. "I was at a bar drinking. He dropped in. When he went to take a leak, I went to check him out. Of course, I didn't admit that to myself. He was big like you, and I like that. Well, he left the bar shortly after and I followed him. We chatted in the parking lot and he asked if I like to have a cup of coffee. I said sure. I was going to drive, but he wouldn't let me. He brought me here. The next morning, I was in the guest room here. I fell asleep or passed out. I didn't remember which." "I was really embarrassed, but he didn't mention it," Donny continued. "Rudolph made breakfast and we talked. He could tell I was a mechanic by looking at my hands. We talked cars. Eventually, he said he thought we were going to have some fun last night and asked if I was still interested. I said I wasn't sure." "He asked me if I could have fun with getting drunk? I said I wasn't sure. I agreed to give it a try. It was a Saturday so we took our time," Donny continued. "He sucked me and took my load. That was the first time for me and I was blown away. First, I didn't know a guy would do that; then I hadn't guessed it would feel so good either. Rudolph told me, "Every man makes his own special sauce. Why not sample it?" I was shocked he did it. It was natural for him and he told me it was good, but my cock ooze was even better. By the time I went home that afternoon my head was spinning." "I came back the next day just to make sure it was for real," he said, "I was afraid it was just a good dream. He had another guy with him, Norm. I don't think you have met Norm yet. He asked me to join them. We went at it again. This time I sucked him as Norm sucked me. Damn, that was good, and it got even better." Donny looked at me. "You ooze like Rudolph. Every time I went down on you I'd suction some of that sweet juice from your balls. I was doing that to him when his cock began to twitch. His man seed flooded my mouth. I was shocked, but I didn't pull away. I didn't like the taste at first, but then I got into it. It was hot and almost steamy." At his point in the story, Donny's cock twitched. This time it wasn't a single spurt. At least a dozen more ejaculations followed, flooding my mouth with Donny's man seed. Hot and steamy described it well; Donny shot forcefully. I forced my tongue into the slit and dammed up the flow. I felt his ejaculate tickle the tip of my tongue. His entire body twitched; I moved my tongue and his sperm flooded my mouth. I was tasting my Uncles lover's cum. I swallowed once and Donny continued to spurt. It was lovely. I sucked until Donny had nothing left in his balls. He was moaning in pleasure. I had a sense of achievement. I had never felt I had ever satisfied my partners before; it was okay, but not great. Donny had a A-1, top of the line orgasm, and I had swallowed it all. Donny pulled away and went to my cock. "You don't need to do that," I said. "You just shot off. You can take a rest." "I'm still horny as shit," Donny said as he went after my cock. I maneuvered into the sixty-nine position and sucked his soft cock. I was still able to coax out some remaining sperm. Soon his cock began to firm up again. Donny took my load with great enthusiasm. He went home and went to bed again with my head spinning. I wanted sex and needed sex, but I had never been good at it. It was good now. I had to rethink my life. I had been a confirmed workaholic. I wondered if that was because of my love for work, or desire to avoid the problems of having a personal life. Maybe, I had become the modern equivalent of a monk. Some became monks because of their love of God, others because of a fear of dealing with the problems of the world. Perhaps this was a chance to get a life apart from computer programing. Uncle Rudolph had a successful life at work, and a stunningly successful personal life. There seemed to be a chance I could inherit his personal life. His friends seemed to want me to join them and take Rudolph's place. Getting a personal life is a big step. My old life was boring and unexciting. I knew what was expected and what to do. Now I was unsure. I later found out Rudolph's friends new exactly what I should do, and they had a plan. They wanted to do for me what Rudolph had done for them. I didn't make the choice consciously, Rudolph's pals eased me into a new life. They wanted me and knew the combination of friendship, affection and sex would be hard to resist. A day later Jim came by with two friends. One was Edmund Hall was a middle aged curator from the special collections of a university library, and the other was Calvin McFadden, and antique dealer. Balding and with salt and pepper hair, Edmund was distinguished looking with a bushy mustache and professorial air. Calvin died his hair in a misguided effort to look younger. He reminded me of a 1930s era lounge lizard past his prime. Uncle Rudolph collected books and had a number of large folio editions. Some were bound and others were collections of prints. These were Edmund's specialty. Calvin was a specialist in Art Glass. Rudolph liked ornamental glass and I remembered he gave my mother and Aunt Flo a piece for Christmas each year. My mother treasured them, but Aunt Flo, Doofus' mother, called them dust magnets and never took them out of their boxes. Edmund attracted me. He was just shy of six feet tall; he was wearing a Madras plaid sports shirt with his thick chest hair poking out around his collar. He also had the hairiest arms I had ever seen. He had a deep voice and a mellow personality. I was less taken with Calvin. He was taller than Edmund by a few inches, and had a slightly affected air. Jim went off to teach a class after he introduced the two men. I went with Calvin seeking out glass, while Edmund went through the books. Calvin was both knowledgeable and direct. He possessed encyclopedic knowledge about glass and art pottery. There was a lot of pottery in the house. This I hadn't noticed since it was dingy and dark compared to the glass. Calvin new Rudolph socially and they moved in some of the same circles socially, but they weren't close friends. "I didn't realize Rudolph had such a good eye," he remarked. "He also was perceptive. There is no way a person of his modest wealth could collect there things today. He seems to have gotten most of these before they were recognized as artistically significant. Some he collected in the fifties and sixties. Much of it is first quality." "Do you sell this sort of thing in your shop?" I asked. "Very rarely. My shop caters to wealthy house wives and decorators. They are more likely to buy an object because the object matched a color in the carpet than because it had artistic merit," Calvin said. "I would normally send these to a dealer who specializes in this sort of thing. They can get top dollar. These objects would be wasted on my clients." My opinion of Calvin rose when he explained this. I expected him to say he would take them and, since I was a complete novice, he could have given me what I would have seen as a good price and still made a killing. He didn't pretend his business was anything more than an antique store. I asked if any of the glass and pottery was of a museum quality. "Yes and no," Calvin replied. "It is very good, but he didn't specialize in any one artist or manufacturer. I think he bought what he liked and had good taste. Museums like the complete collection rather than the somewhat random nature of the collection. That being said, they might like to go through the collection to fill in gaps in their collections." We went off to see how Edmund was doing. He was a happy camper. "I know Rudolph traveled a lot. Did he spend much time in Iran or Japan?" he asked. "I think he was in Japan in the later forties and early fifties and in Iran in the sixties and seventies. He got out of Iran when the Shah fell," I replied. "Well he picked up a fine collection of Japanese wood blocks. Some of 19th century and the rest are early 20th Century. The Persian Miniatures are exceptional too," Edmund said. "I vaguely remembered him saying he helped out some refugees from Iran. I think he helped several Iranian families get to the United States. I remember he helped the widow and sons of one of the people executed by the Ayatollahs get here. I think he got the boys in college and helped them financially. He said they were a proud family and would not take charity. They gave him presents." "Apparently they gave him very fine presents," Edmund said. "There are also some limited edition collection of prints by noted modern painters. They were modestly expensive when he got them, but have skyrocketed in value since. I didn't realize he had such good taste." Jim returned after his class was over and asked us over to his house for dinner and a swim. Uncle Randolph's air conditioning was not working and the repair men were waiting for a part. We accepted the invitation. "When Jim isn't playing the college professor, he's nude," Calvin whispered. "Have you been to his house?" I smiled. "I know about the dress code." It was Calvin's time to smile. We got to Jim's house at 6:00 and he prepared a simple, but good dinner. Jim knew Edmund and Calvin, but they weren't close friends. We also shared a bottle of wine. After dinner we played in the pool. Calvin was a swimmer, but the rest of us just played in the cool water. Edmund and Calvin were both well equipped men. Edmund was hairy from his toes to his eyeballs, and had a thick, uncut cock. Calvin was cut and had a longer cock. He was moderately hairy with white hair in the middle of his chest. He didn't dye his body hair. He also must have worked out; he was in better shape than I had guessed. I had no idea if Calvin and Edmund were into sex as much as Jim, but that question answered itself when I got out of the water fully erect. "You've got a beauty," Edmund said. Do you mind if I take a taste? You can say no. I know I'm old and hairy like a baboon." I bent over and sucked his cock. As I did that, Calvin tried to deep throat Jim's monster. Jim was still soft, but it was still a mouthful. We were off to the races. I remember hearing a feminist on a talk show complaining that men were in heat 24/7. Personally, I think that's a good thing. Women are good about social interactions, but when it comes to sex, men have a drive to get down to business. Once your cock get hard, you shift into automatic pilot. I think if we had to know a man and decide if we wanted him to be the father of your child and life mate, we might be more demanding. While I have a sex drive, it was misdirected. I wasn't looking for a partner. I wanted sex period. Since I had damn few repeat customers, I just shot off. That was my objective. For my uncle and his pals it was an expression of friendship. It was something you shared with your pals. I hadn't thought of that. I'm not sure I could find a guy and date him for months. I had notably poor experiences in gay bars. A friend who liked sex was good; having many friends who all like sex was a dream come true. That isn't true. My dreams were never that good.