Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 10:04:51 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Wally and  his Pal Willie 2

Uncle Wally and his Pal Willie 2

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.

That first night was great.  Red left at 10:00 or so.  I went to bed and my
uncle and Willie slept on the porch.  There was another big thunderstorm in
the middle of the night, but other wise all was calm.

For breakfast we ate more of the meat I had cooked the night before and
then went to work on the trees.  At noon I got a call from Mom.  Things
weren't good.  Grandpa tended to get excited, and he was frantic about the
house.  A tree man couldn't get there until the next day.  "I have to stay
until then, unless you need me," she said.  "How are you doing with Uncle
Wally and Willie?"

"To tell you the truth, it's fine here," I said.  "They're really nice
guys, the tree is off the house and they are working on some of the other
trees.  Mr.  Samuels stopped by last night to see how I was doing.  I gave
him dinner."

"How is the food holding out?" she asked.

"We're fine," I replied.  "We may be running low tonight, but we can handle
it.  If worse comes to worse, Wally can shoot something."

Mom laughed.  "At this point he could shoot Dad and I'd be relieved," Mom
said.  "He always could handle things before and he's desperate to fix the
house.  Mother is telling him he's too old and weak to be of any use to
anyone.  She isn't helping."

"Maybe Uncle Wally could shoot them both?" I suggested.

Mom laughed again.  "That is a plan. You're sure you are okay?"

"Don't worry," I said.  "All is well here."

"You've been a trooper," she said as she hung up.

I told Wally Mom wasn't going to be back until the next day.

"If you want us to stay until she returns, we'd be glad to do it," he said.

"That would be good," I said.  "Maybe we could have more fun like last
night."

"It was fun, wasn't it," Wally said.  "I hadn't seen Red in years.  It was
like a reunion." He looked me eye to eye.  "Willie and me have been around
the block a few times.  Are you sure you haven't gone a ways too far too
soon?  It was hot and heavy last night.  I might be too much for a guy
who's just taken off his training wheels."

I smiled at him.  "It was the best night I've ever had," I said.  "I didn't
know you could feel so much.  It was like the fireworks on the 4th of July
when I was six.  Everything was great."  I paused.  "I kind of thought I
might feel guilty about it in the morning, but the only thing I want is to
do it again.  It would like to do more, different things, like Red and
Willie last night."

"We aren't pretty guys," Uncle Wally said.  "And some times man sex isn't
pretty.  It can be messy.  Sometimes the fucking and the shitting can get
mixed up."

"It looked hot to me last night," I said.

"Well, there's another problem.  Sucking is pretty much sure fire if you're
careful about the teeth," Wally explained.  "Fucking is different. It
depends on the size and shape of the cock and the size of the ass hole.
Every cock can do something different.  What is great for me might be piss
poor for Willie. You never know.  The tops almost always have fun.  That's
not true of the bottom."

"You think some guys have an ass hole that's too small?"

"Some do," Wally replied.  "But I have a suspicion that desire to take
another guy's cock may have a lot to do with it.  I didn't fit Willie well,
but he wanted it and it sure fits now.  I know for a fact.  Ass holes can
stretch." He leaned close to me.  "Willie's cock doesn't do much for me in
the ass.  It's okay, but not great.  Red's is magic every time he pops me."

"What works for Red?" I asked.

"Red and me, we're just pals.  The sex is good, but Willie and me aren't
what really turns him on," Wally said.  "He likes your pal, Reggie.
Reggie's young and willing.  He told me Reggie has a nice tight hole. I was
watching Red last night.  He got a glow when he looked at you."

"He didn't do much with me, compared to you and Willie," I said.

"He knows your parents, so he's uneasy about it," Wally said.  "I think if
you made the first move, he'd be a really happy man."

"Do you think he wants to fuck me?"

"Red likes it all. Reggie's fucked him," Wally said.  "Red told me if
Reggie had my cock, it would be perfect.  I bet Red would like to fuck you,
but I think he'd really like you up his ass."

"I don't know if I can do that," I said, "I'd like to, but I'm not sure."

"If you get the urge, take care of Willie too.  He'd love it." Wally
whispered.

"What about you?"

Wally looked me in the eye.  "Maybe.  When we were kids, guys went skinny
dipping.  I've got to see my daddy's cock.  You're a lot like him, tall,
thin, scrawny and hung. Your cock is a dead ringer for his and mine except
it's been clipped.  The men in Momma's family were the beefy ones.  I got
their body type and Daddy's cock."

"I'm a fucker and a sucker, through and through," Wally continued.  "I
admit being really curious.  If I could fuck myself, I would.  You might be
as close to that as I'll ever get."

We went back to work.  It was muggy and hot, but that didn't effect Wally
and Willie.  They could make short work of the biggest tree.  Oddly, Willie
had an eye for pruning. When he removed a damaged branch, he would take out
others so the tree would remain balanced.  At noon Red came by with
hamburgers and fries.  Electricity was back on in the center of town and
the Valley House Restaurant was open.

I told him Mom wouldn't be back until the next day.  He smiled when he
heard that.  "Any ill effects form last night's festivities?" he asked.

"None at all," I said.  "I loved every minute and am ready for more."

"It's a lot of new stuff for a kid your age," he said.

"I figure if I'm going to learn about sex, it might as well be with
friends," I said.

"You're right about that," Red remarked.  "I learned about man sex in the
Navy and it wasn't the gentlest of introductions.  It was rough and tumble.
More like a "prove you can take it like a man" initiation than sex."

"You like it now?"

"Couldn't you tell?" Red asked.  "The leader of the group that "introduced"
me was an older Petty Officer.  A week later we were in port and he took me
to a hotel room.  We walked into the room and stripped naked.  He bent over
and I pretty much fucked him non stop for the next 48 hours.  I must have
shot a quart of cum into his quivering ass."

"We you surprised?"

"I sure as shit was," he replied.  "My introduction was just a trial run
for him.  He likes to see a guy in action before he took a spin. What was
strange is that when the petty officer retired we had a party for him.  I
was surprised who turned up.  They were ten or twelve of the most muscular
and hung men on the ship.  We all took turns fucking him and shooting out
loads into his ass.  I don't think any of us had guessed we were all
members of the same fraternity. After he had to go back to the ship, we got
it on hot and heavy.  I think I must have fucked six or seven of them and
the same number fucked me."

"It sure sounds like fun," I said.

"I thought that night was going to be the all time best night of my life,
but then I ran into Wally and Willie," Red continued.  "I know they're ugly
guys, but when God passed out the man pills, both men got double, maybe
triple doses.  They're totally at ease with man sex and there's nothing
they won't do or at least try."

"I may not be totally at ease with it, but I'm more than willing to give
just about anything a try," I said.  "Until last night I didn't know anyone
in town was like me.  Except for Reggie, of course."

"We aren't the only ones," Red said.  "Is it okay if I drop by tonight?  I
can bring dinner."

"It sure is!"

"I might be able to round up a friend or two, if you don't mind."

"Shit yes! " I exclaimed.  Red went back to his hardware store and I went
off to help Uncle Wally and Willie.  We worked for three solid hours in the
heat when another storm blew through and dumped an inch plus of rain in 30
minutes.  The winds knocked additional branches out of the trees. By the
end of the storm we weren't exactly where we had been at the beginning of
the day, but there was still a lot more to do.

Mom called at five.  The storm had been a lot worse there and another tree
had fallen on the house.  She sounded very calm and matter of fact about
things.  I was sure my Grandparents were listening and she was putting on a
good face.  I told her that was no real change at our house and all was
well.  Grandpa came on the line and I said it was sort of like summer camp.
He seemed to think that was the right attitude.

Red appeared at six or and said a take out order from the restaurant was on
the way.  It was to be a bucket of spaghetti with meatballs.  Lights were
still off in two thirds of the town and the restaurant was cooking in bulk.
Tony Tortelli, the brother of the man who owned the restaurant was making
deliveries. Uncle Wally and Willie regarded spaghetti as a gourmet food and
were pleased as punch.

Red mentioned Tony might be a bit late since we were the last ones on the
list of deliveries. I wondered why he mentioned this, then realized Tony
must have been one of Red's friends. It was clouding over for another storm
when Tony appeared.  He brought a huge bucket of spaghetti, garlic bread
and a second bucked of salad.  He also had several bottles of wine.

I was surprised that Paul Bellamy was helping with the delivery.  He was a
pharmacist and had been the coach of my pee wee baseball team.  He was a
big man who had impressed me greatly when I was a kid.  He still looked
big.

"Paul and I have been doing deliveries together," Tony said. "The power's
still off at the Esso station and I had gas. Paul needed to deliver some
prescriptions."  Paul looked at me, but I don't think he recognized me as a
team member.  I had grown two feet since I had been on his team.

"This is my last delivery," Tony said.  "Would you mind if we join you?  I
started work at five this morning.  I'm bushed and hungry."

"He who brings the food is more than welcome to help us eat it," I said. We
all sat down and had an excellent dinner.  Everyone had been doing heavy
labor and the pasta really hit the spot.  I had some wine with dinner.
Tony insisted it was a requirement of Italian food.  The storm didn't
materialize immediately, but the humidity got unbearable.  Wally took his
shirt off and soon everyone followed suit.

A car drove up to the house.  It was Reggie with a guy I didn't know whose
name was Beau.  They joined us for dinner.  We all traded storm stories and
the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable.  It was odd, while there were
several men I didn't know well there, it was as if we were all friends.

After dinner we sat on the screened porch and chatted while we drank wine.
It was quite dark except for the flashes of lightening in the distance.  In
one of the flashes I noticed Red wasn't just shirtless; he was nude.  Tony
was next to him and Red was commenting on how much he liked Italian food.
In the next flash I saw Red was playing with Tony's cock.  Reggie was
beside Red on the other side and he was taking his pants off.

I was surprised they were so open, then I realized Red must have known both
Tony and Paul as well as Wally, Willie, Reggie.  He knew everyone was a
member of the club.  I guess my vision of an orgy was derived from Cecil B.
DeMille's epic movies.  There were no scantily clad dancing girls or Nubian
musicians, but we soon had a genuine orgy underway on the screened back
porch.

In the next few minutes everyone stripped and began enjoying himself.  It
was quiet and casual.  It didn't take any one more than a minute to realize
we were all into it, and everyone seemed to be compatible.  It was as if
getting naked and playing with genitals was the most natural thing in the
world.  I was the only one there who seemed to be inexperienced.  I guessed
if I played it cool, I'd be a lot more experienced the next morning.  That
turned out to be an understatement.

"Guys," Red whispered.  You may not know each other, but take my word for
it, you all like the same things and no one here is shy about it.  Why
don't we form a daisy chain and get to know each other better?"

"Sort of like a Whitman's Sampler of cocks?" Paul suggested.  The men
laughed.

"More like a carousel of cocks," Wally said.  There was more laughter.  We
formed a crude ring.

Mr.  Bellamy was at my cock and was a first rate sucker.  He seemed to
really enjoy it.  I was sucking Uncle Wally.  He was half hard when I
started.  His head was still partially enshrouded in skin.  When I got my
tongue into the skin, it was clear his cock was leaking precum like a
broken faucet.  The collected goo had been heated and steamed in the space
between the skin and cock head.  It was pungent and thick.  It didn't taste
good like precum. For a second or two I was turned off, then the rich brew
of cock juices and male hormones took effect.

I went after Uncle Wally like a dog in heat.  My excitement seemed to
transfer to Mr.  Bellamy and he deep throated me.  He pulled off slowly the
tongued my slit, savoring my juices.  He had the same sexual response to
precum as me.  Coach Bellamy's cock was like an iced teaspoon, long, thin,
but with a bigger knob on the end.  He was cut. Bellamy was a good 6'-3"
and 220 pounds and I would have expected a thicker cock

After a few minutes Red told us all to find new playmates.  This time I was
sucking Tony as Beau, Reggie's friend, sucked me.  Tony was uncut and had a
thick, meaty cock.  It may not have been long, but it was massive.  Most of
my experiences with cocks up until now was glances in the high school
locker room.  I didn't realize how varied cocks could be.  Tony had a beer
can shape organ.  Tony was a short, stocky, fire plug of a man and his cock
matched.  His hooded head seemed huge at first, but that was because his
skin was thick.  Even hard the skin covered the head.  I had my tongue in
the skin, licking the tender knob.

"You may get some Italian high test if you aren't careful," Tony whispered.
I licked the tender spot that connected the skin to the bottom side of his
head.  A single squirt of salty cum spurted onto my tongue.  I stopped
flicking my tongue and there was no second ejaculation.  After a cool down
period, I began licking again.

Beau wasn't very interested in my cock, but he loved my balls.  I soon
discovered for Beau the balls were just a way station on his way to my ass.
He loved tonguing my ass hole.  He would lick it then push his tongue into
my hole.  I wasn't experienced, but I knew it wasn't his tongue that he
wanted in my ass.

We traded partners again.  This time I was sucking Willie as Red sucked me.
We got really into it.  Willie was appreciative as always.  Red was
enthusiastic too.  For a second, his hand touched my buns.  I moved my legs
a little, opening up my crack.  It was a little movement, but red knew what
it meant.  A few seconds later his hand strayed a little farther.  I opened
a little bit more.

The next time his hand strayed, it touched my hole.  An electric jolt of
sexual energy shook my body.  Red moaned as I must have oozed a big glob of
precum.  As his finger probed my ass hole, he was trying to force his
tongue into my piss slit.

I was trying to do the same with Willie.  I don't know how it happens, but
when one guy gets excited it seems to transfer to their playmates.  I knew
Red was just as turned on as me, and Willie wasn't far behind.  Red's thick
finger was soon in my ass and I was one happy puppy. I got damn close to
popping.  Both of the older men seemed to know that and we cooled off.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm a single shot wonder, and I don't
want to pop too early," Beau said.

"You want to keep your powder dry?" Willie asked.  "I use to be a six
shooter, but I usually don't get more than three or four pops a night now."
He looked at Reggie.  "What's your record?"

"Flying solo I've jerked off seven or eight times, but I don't really know
what I can do when inspired."

"I don't want to sound like I'm a sex maniac, but are any of you guys into
fucking?" Beau asked.  "I'd love poke a tight ass."

"You're a top?" Red asked.

"I sure am.  I was born to be pitcher," Beau said.  "To tell you the truth,
I've never tried catching. What about you guys?"

"I like it all," Reggie said.  "I'm sort of knew at this, but I'd love to
get some practice in.  The more I do it, the better it is."

"I'm more top than bottom," Tony said.  "When I get really turned on, I
like the bottom more." The conversation continued.  Paul and Willie were
basically bottoms, Beau and Tony were tops and everyone else was versatile.
I told them I was a virgin, but that I wasn't saving myself for marriage.
That caused a burst of laughter.

"I'm sure someone here can help you with that," Wally said.

"I'm sure everyone here can help ytou, one way or the other," Willie added.