Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 18:44:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Uncles 3

Uncles 3

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for
persons who are offended by alternate life styles.


Walter was licking my cock in a second. He was not slow like Alvis. He took
the whole thing in his mouth. I was soft when he did it, but turned hard in
his throat. I rotated so that the curve of my cock would fit in his throat
better.  I then found his cock near my mouth. He was hard but he had so
much skin it still covered his entire cock. I decided to take a lick.

It took maybe three or four seconds before we were 69ing. I loved it. I did
exactly what he did so we were feeling the same thing
simultaneously. Water's cock was long and thin and I could take it without
choking. It was as different from Alvis' meat as you could imagine.

Walter didn't seem shy to me at all. He sucked on my head for a while then
deep throated the entire shaft. He then slowly pulled off and returned to
nursing my cock head. I learned a lot about cock sucking that afternoon. It
seemed to me that we did just about everything that you could do with a
cock in the course of the next hour.

I shot off, but a few minutes later I was ready to go again. Walter was
always ready.  He never stopped. I would shoot off, he would take it then
suck the soft cock until I got hard again. He didn't shoot but the oozed
the whole time.  It turned a bit cool and eventually we stopped and
returned to the cabin. Jud invited Walter for dinner. Walter accepted the
invitation. I cooked and Alvis helped me.  Walter sat with Jud on the
porch.

"I though Walter was up tight and shy?" I said to Alvis as he peeled some
potatoes.

"He was until today." Alvis said. "You must have turned him on. You may not
believe it but old hairy guys aren't everyone's idea of a dream boat."
Alvis was chuckling. "He must like young guys."

"Then why did he get together with you?"  I asked.

"He likes man sex, boy!" Alvis said. "Playmates are few and far between in
these parts. He was just taking advantage of what was available." I said
that I didn't like that very much.

"Don't be such a prude. We're all adults."  Alvis said. "We like sex
play. I don't need true love every time. Just plain of fun is good for
us. Walter's a nice guy. He has likes and dislikes like everyone else."

"How did you meet him?" I asked. "Did he know you were homosexual?"

"He came by selling insurance. That's what his father did. We had a piece
of shit policy his father had sold us. He found us new policies and got us
heath insurance." Alvis said. "They tried to cancel it when Jud hurt
himself and Walter really went to bat for us. He may not have known we were
into man sex, but I'm pretty sure he had some suspicions."

"He came by to update of policies and he hemmed and hawed and didn't seem
to be interested in going. We were dressed in our normal style." Alvis
said.

"Pants below the pubic hair?" I asked. Alvis laughed.

"That's it! Jud's so meaty I guess Walter got inspired." Alvis said. "Jud
did the "it's hot and I need to take a shower routine" and it worked like a
charm."

"But Walter never relaxed?"

"No, he didn't, but he did preform." Alvis said. "I think he enjoyed it. I
know we did. It's just that he wasn't too comfortable. That's not that
unusual. Lots of guys can't be comfortable having sex. Lots of women never
ever get into it."

"How do you know about women?" I asked. "Have you tried them?"

"By reading Cosmopolitan!" Alvis said the burst out with a belly
laugh. "No, Jud was successful with the ladies when he was younger. A big
man with big cock is mighty attractive. No, we've seen several married men
through the years. There are lots of women who were told that sex was dirty
and bad, and that it was only acceptable when doing your duty to your
hubby."

"It's difficult to change sex from being dirty and disgusting to being a
sign of love. You can't just snap your fingers."  Alvis continued. "We
can't get pregnant, but there's nothing wrong about sex for fun, or sex for
friendship or sex for love. They all work for me."

"Liking sex is un lady like.  It's what bad girls do. It will get you sent
to hell." Alvis said. "The Bible thumpers preach the evils of sex and make
frigid women. The love thing is a problem too. Not many people find true
love.  Lots find compatible partners and friends and helpmates, but damn
few find true love. A gal marries a nice guy and discovers it ain't the
fireworks she wanted and can't enjoy what she did get."

"And they end up at Jud and Alvis' clinic." I said. Alvis leaned near me
and whispered.

"You can't believe how much tension and stress you can shoot out through
your cock!" He said. "The best therapy in the world."

"Is dinner ready yet?" Jud bellowed from the porch.

"Just a minute or two." I called back. We put the food on the table and sat
down. Walter liked my food.  Mom's recipes came to the rescue again. It was
a pleasant and relaxing time. Walter had lots of stories about selling
insurance. He didn't like doing it, but he saw the humor in the situations
he encountered.

The night turned cool and I set a small fire in a small iron stove to warm
up the place. We sat around it. I had shot off three times that afternoon
so I figured the evening would be quiet. I miss calculated. I had been so
caught up in my own orgasms I hadn't noticed that Walter hadn't shot off at
all. It had no idea at all about Jud and Alvis' balls.

"Walter. You gave Danny a good work over," Jud said. "Do you have any
energy to spend on your old friends here?" Walter smiled in reply.

"Well I am drained!" I said. "I feel like a damp dishcloth."

"Danny's been great."  Walter said. "I am up for a night cap, if you guys
have any interest, I'm game." he paused.  "I can't believe how horny I
am. This has been a great afternoon. But I spent most of the time priming
the pump. It's time to get something to drink."

Alvis dropped his shorts and his cock vanished in Walter's mouth. Jud
looked a bit disappointed. I decided to do my part and I felt him out and
then helped him get out of his shorts. His cock was firm so I tried to deep
throat it. That wasn't possible so I just worked on his head. He was
apricot sized and still covered inside the foreskin. I worked my tongue
through the pucker and then into the tight space between the skin and his
cock head. I licked the place where the skin joins to the head and Jud
began to moan.

"That's the place. Do it again." he said. I did. I licked each side of the
membrane of skin and Jud all but cried in pleasure. It amazed me that a
single sensitive spot could do that to a big man. His cock was out of the
skin now and bloated. I knew he was big, but looking at a big cock isn't
the same thing as trying to suck it. He was a challenge. I pulled off to
catch my breath.

"Your doing good!'  Jud said. "Alvis is right.  You are a natural born cock
sucker."

"It's big." I said. "I can't get it all."

"I can." Walter said. "Do you want to see?"  I moved out of the way. Alvis
looked really relaxed and I guessed he had shot off. Walter took all of
Jud's cock with no hesitation. Walter was hard as a rock and dribbling pre
cum like Niagra Falls.

Jud was in a chair and Walter was on his knees sucking so there was room
between the chair and Walter to get my head. I scooted in between and began
to suck Walter. The precum was sweet and really turned me on.

"If you keep sucking me like that, I'm going to cum." Walter said. He
returned to sucking Jud. I didn't want to take his load, but I didn't want
to stop sucking him either. Jud began to moan as he shot off and Walter
began to ooze big time.  I felt some liquid squirt into my mouth.  My first
reaction was that he was pissing. It was too late to pull off and my mouth
filled with the thick cum.

"Look at that!" Alvis said. "Hands free!"

Much to my surprise I was shooting too. That was what Alvis was watching.
This was my first hands' free climax and I was shocked.  I don't think I
knew that was possible.  I thought that I didn't like the taste of sperm,
but some part of me did. Some part liked it a lot. We all calmed down and
Walter had to go home.

Jud, Alvis and I sat down and had a beer. I had just 69ed for the first
time and taken my first load of man seed. Having a beer with the guys made
me feel like an adult for the first time in my life. I didn't like beer
much, but figured it would be like cum, not too tasty but habit forming.

"We need to get what ever you have a bottle it!" Jud said. "Walter never
was like that when he was here with us alone! That was great!"

"There is more to Walter than we thought." Alvis added.

"Do you think he was just getting used to the idea of sex with men?" I
suggested. "It does take some getting used to."

"That might be." Jud said. "He told me he liked you. You reminded him of
some old friends he had at college.  I think Alvis and I weren't exciting
enough to him to turn him on. You are."

"He certainly wasn't stand offish." I said.

"It may be like riding a bike. Nothing works at all until you get the hang
of it." Alvis said. "I think that Walter got the hang of it really good! I
wonder if Walter will be stopping by more often?"

"I have a sneaky suspicion that will be happening more often." Jud
said. "That is unless Danny objects." I laughed.

"No objection from me!" I said. "I had a good time."  I finished my beer
and went to bed.

The next few days were uneventful.  I had some time to sort out new
feelings and revise some old ones.  My attitude to life and the role sex
played in it was topsy turvy. I had thought that sex was a minor element,
sort of a frill or extra added attraction.  I wasn't sure that sex was the
main attraction, but was beginning to believe that it was more than a
selected short subject.

Dad called and talked to Alvis, He asked if he could come and show some of
their sculptures to some of his friends that weekend. Alvis said sure, so
we spent the next day cleaning up the cabin and making it look presentable.

A little after noon Dad and Mom arrived with Mr. Whiteman, the curator of
the College Museum, Mrs. Blondel, who was a professor of art and Raleigh
Smith, a gallery owner. Mr. Smith came in his own car.  Mom brought a lunch
for everyone and lots of food for us, as well as some new recipes. We liked
the food a lot. They liked the sculpture.  I mean they liked it a lot.

The museum had a series of exhibits of local art, and they wanted Jud and
Alvis' sculptures to be in an exhibit. At first I thought they wanted it to
be a part of the exhibit, but they wanted it to be the entire exhibit.  The
sculptures were of animals and birds mostly, and were both naturalistic and
fantastic. You could tell they had first had knowledge of the animals
themselves but they were stylized and elegant. I don't have a good eye for
art, but Dad did.

Raleigh Smith owned a gallery in town, He was a retired New York art dealer
and the gallery was a side line. He was 55 or so, heavy set and burley,
with brown and white hair and an English accent. The accent wasn't real. He
wanted to represent Alvis and Jud.

"I think your work is of value and I would be willing to represent you."
Mr. Smith said. "I believe we can market your work and you men will get
some cash out of it." Alvis and Jud weren't too impressed. Mr. Smith wasn't
what you would call a man's man. "Do you have any idea what they would sell
for?" He asked.

$25.00 maybe $40.00? " Alvis suggested. "We don't really want to sell
them. There is a lot of work that we put into them." Mr. Smith looked
horrified.

"We need to talk!" he said. "What would you say to a thousand dollars?" Jud
looked dumbfounded.

"You'd buy them for a thousand dollars" Jud said in obvious disbelief.

"A piece." Mr. Smith said. "I would buy them for a thousand dollars a
piece." There was silence.

"Mr. Smith. We can talk!" Alvis said. The atmosphere thawed
considerably. It turned out that Raleigh was a good man, in spite of his
affected ways. He had lots of money so he wasn't interested in that. He
wanted to discover new artists and promote them.

Mr. Whiteman wanted a big exhibit for the College museum, Dad was on board
and his bank would underwrite the cost.  Mr. Smith wanted to promote the
event. The basic plan was outlined Dad and Mom left with the college people
at four in the afternoon. Mr. Smith stayed to work out some financial
arrangements.

Alvis and Jud normally cut lumber. The back problem had made that
impossible, and I didn't see how the garden would ever pay off.  If the
sculptures sold Alvis and Jud would have an income for the rest of their
lives.  Mr. Smith gave them a check for $10,000 so they could work on their
sculptures through the next several months and get ready for the
exhibit. He would get 10 percent of the gross sales.

Jud thought it would be impossible for him to get his money back.

"Boys, I do this for a living. If your work will bring what I think it
will, I have no trouble at all. If it doesn't, I'm a big boy. Big boys
don't cry." He said.

"This calls for a celebration!" Jud said. "Get out the good stuff, Alvis."
Alvis vanished and brought back a jug of home brew. He also brought some
crystal glasses and some ice.  It had become hot and the iced drink was
good. Strong, but good.

"This is real whisky. Is it your own?" Raleigh asked.

"Sort of. Daddy was into making rot gut, but the Widow Ellis liked good
stuff. These are her glasses and her hooch." Jud said.

"Maybe I help you market this too." Raleigh said smiling. "How do you cool
off around here? I feel like I'm cooking." He was wearing a very expensive
looking suit. Wool I guessed.

"We normally don't wear more than shorts, and less than that if we can. And
there's a swimming hole behind the cabin." Alvis said.

"This is our normal swimming time." I like the hooch too, and was feeling
warm all over, not from the heat.

"Well lets go!" Raleigh said. "I'm ready."

"We skinny dip." I said.

"Hot Damn!" the art dealer replied. "I have died and gone to heaven. Let's
go." I got a cooler for the ice and we traded in the crystal glasses for
plastic ones and we all marched to the pond.

We stripped and jumped into the water. Raleigh was tanned. I thought he was
smooth, but his body hair was the same color as his tan, except for a white
spot in the middle of his chest. He had no tan line so he must have spent
time in the sun nude.  The water felt great. The hooch was good too.  We
all got a bit festive.

When we got out, Raleigh got his first good look at Jud. He did a double
take.

"Is that fucker for real?" he asked. He must have had more to drink than
me.

"Genuine, country growed meat." Jud said. "You like them big?"

"I sure do." Raleigh said. I noticed that he had lost his English accent.

"Are you a looker or a man of action?" Jud asked.

"Action all the way." Raleigh said. Then he looked around and realized he
wasn't alone. He had been carried away with his enthusiasm. He looked
embarrassed.

"No need to be shy here, we're all members of the club." Jud said. Alvis
was next to me and played with my balls. Raleigh looked relieved.  "Have
you ever sucked a redneck sculptor's cock before?" Jud asked.  Raleigh
dropped to his knees.

"No but I will immediately address that deficiency!" The accent was
back. He stuck his tongue out and gently touched the pucker of Jud's
skin. Jud was getting hard fast so the pucker opened and you could see the
head peaking out. Raleigh's tongue went right to the piss slit and flicked
up and down on it. Jed's slit was wide, it almost bisected the head and
Raleigh was trying to get his tongue inside it.

Raleigh was like a wine taster who wanted to savor the wine before he
swallowed it. He was slow but thorough. No part of the cock was overlooked
in his slow exploration. Alvis and I watched, fascinated. We were feeling
each other out.

Jud was giving Raleigh instructions and comments. Raleigh was obedient and
did what ever Jud asked. He finally deep throated the huge cock. Raleigh
was on his hands and knees sucking Jud in a chair. His ass was in the air
and he had spread his legs so his ass hole was plainly visible. It almost
looked as if he were winking the hole at us.  I was turned on by the scene.

"Have you ever seen a guy get fucked?" Alvis whispered in my ear. I shook
your head.

"If I'm not mistaken, you see it in the next hour or so." he
continued. "That man is ripe for fucking, and a size queen to boot."  I
didn't know why he thought that, but he was right.