Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 02:50:56 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Wilson's Hollow Wilson's Hollow 1 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 bldhrymen@aol.com. My Dad said Wilson's Hollow was a place that stretched from Nowhere to East Nowhere. It was a secluded valley in Virginia's Blue Ridge and out of the way even by the standards of Mountain Virginia. Only one road served it. It was six twisting and turning miles from my hometown, Marshall City, Virginia. Marshall City wasn't exactly the most sophisticated place in Virginia, but we always considered ourselves to be downright city slickers compared to the inhabitants of Wilson's Hollow. The residents were either Wilsons, Clancies or their kin. Dad said they had been there since Noah and they stayed to themselves. Everyone knew they lived in the hollow, married in the hollow and eventually died there. The marrying part got them in trouble. Way too many cousins married other cousins and Mom said they just about made a new species. Mom was the science teacher in the High School. Dad was the minister of the Presbyterian Church. I got to know them well because Ronnie Wilson was my best friend. We met in kindergarten and remained friends through high school. Ronnie would stay at my house and play after school. His Daddy would pick him up after work on his way home from the mill. Everyone also said all Wilsons looked alike. That was not even close to being true. Mom said there were two sub-species of Wilsons. There were the beefy Wilsons and the scrawny Wilsons. Neither species were typically seen as attractive. The beefy ones were big and muscular, or big and fat. The men had black hair and it covered them from head to toe. The scrawny Wilsons were either scrawny and tall, or scrawny and short. They were red headed, and were covered in hair too. The women of the scrawny Wilsons were spectacular redheads and all were short. The beefy Wilson women were all just plain fat. My friend Ronnie was a beefy fat Wilson who turned into a muscular Wilson on his 13th birthday. His Dad was a scrawny short Wilson and his Mom was an outsider, I think. She died or left before I ever knew Ronnie. Mom was a native of Marshall City, so was naturally prone to dislike the Wilsons. She somehow liked Ronnie and he liked her. Ronnie's Dad was always polite to her and liked for Ronnie to be at our house. When Ronnie was 16 he talked about quitting school and going to work. Mom would have none of that and Mr. Wilson agreed with her. She was an educated woman and might have been seen as an alien from outer space by the Wilsons, but she had a good schoolteacher's manner. She expected to be obeyed and the Wilsons more or less expected to obey. Ronnie didn't do as well in school as I, but he did pass everything. That was viewed as a miracle by most of the town. I helped him with homework and he helped me with social problems. We had some bullies in school and Ronnie had a good way of handling them. Ronnie and I had our share of boyhood sex play, "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" stuff. When we got to be in our teens, we were touching and I figured out masturbation and gave Ronnie lessons. He was the only child of his father and he spent so much time with us that he didn't get to play with his cousins. I'm sure they figured it out a lot earlier than I. Everything was fine in my life until the middle of my sophomore year in school. Mom began to feel poorly and then began to loose weight. I began to hear people whispering when we went to the grocery store, "I hardly recognized her." I thought that Mom and Dad hadn't noticed, but they did. This was at a time when people didn't mention cancer, and they wanted to spare me. It was just after school was out when they told me that they would have to go to Richmond for an operation. At that time, no one thought of taking a teenage boy to the hospital, especially when the problem was breast cancer. Boys weren't supposed to know about women's things. Our neighbors, the Browns, would take care of me. They left and Mr. Brown had a stroke and then both of the Browns went off to the hospital. Ronnie was with me so I went home with him, into the depths of Wilson's Hollow. I had called Dad and he said it was okay. I knew he was distracted by Mom's sickness, because he never would have agreed normally. The house had running water and electricity but not much else. It was neat and clean, but bare and sparsely furnished. Mr. Wilson cooked dinner of beans and franks and then went out to the porch to smoke. Ronnie and I cleaned up, talked for a while and went to bed. It wasn't air conditioned so we lay naked on the bed talking and playing with our cocks. "Are you okay?" Mr. Wilson asked, looking in the door. I almost jumped out of my skin. I was never so embarrassed in my life. "Sure Dad." Ronnie said, "We're fine." Mr. Wilson looked us over closely and then smiled. "I can see that." he said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." I didn't know what he meant by that, but he laughed, closed the door and left us alone. Later that night I went to the bathroom and saw Mr. Wilson naked on his bed asleep. I had never seen my father naked, in fact I rarely saw him dressed informally. I couldn't believe grown men would sleep naked. I also didn't believe the size of his cock. He was a scrawny Wilson, but his cock seemed huge. It was Saturday. We were on summer vacation from school and Mr. Wilson had the day off. He made breakfast. He was a lot better at bacon and eggs than beans and franks. He did some chores and Ronnie and I went exploring. I had never spent any time in the hollow. Caves, tree houses and hideaways filled the place. Lunch was sandwiches and two of Mr. Wilson's brothers appeared. Johnny and Joey were big Wilsons, and must have been a good ten years older than Mr. Wilson. Joey said his sons, Charlie and Scooter were coming home and would like to get together. "I've got the boys here." Mr. Wilson said. "I don't want them to be alone. Bobby is the Preacher's son." "They're old enough if they want to join in." Johnny said. "You talk to them. It will be more fun if you come." Mr. Wilson's brothers were friendly. Johnny looked a bit like Santa Claus with a big white beard. Joey was a big bear like man with a smile and a funny sense of humor. I think I had seen him in town. He was a grease monkey at the Gas Station. "I'll think about it." Mr. Wilson said. The brothers left. It was getting to be hot and Mr. Wilson said it was time for a siesta. Ronnie's bedroom was on the south side of the house so it was boiling. I figured Ronnie and I could spend the afternoon playing with our cocks. Ronnie had the exact same idea. We usually thought alike. "Are you boys too hot?" Mr Wilson asked as he poked his head in the door again. Ronnie and I had just gotten our cocks stroked to a raging hard on when he looked in the room. "It's okay Dad." Ronnie said as he pulled the sheet up quickly. Mr. Wilson was naked. "We're all guys here, Ronnie. My room's cooler and I got a good fan." he said. "Don't be shy; we've all got the same equipment." Reluctantly we followed him to his room. It was cooler. "I'd like to tell you boys some things, if you can keep them private. Can you do that, Bobby? Ronnie?" he asked. I said sure. Ronnie nodded. "I take it you guys like to play with each others cocks?" he said. "Well, I have a warm spot for cocks too. As a matter of fact, most of us here do. My Grand Daddy discovered that sex with men was as much fun as with women and you didn't have as many strange looking kids that way. You've heard people talking about us in the town, haven't you, Bobby? You know, Cousin Hatcher and Ovid." I nodded. Hatcher and Ovid were odd looking guys who wandered the streets. "We guys get together and enjoy ourselves from time to time and let some steam off. You know, that same sort off steam you boys were building up in bed a few minutes ago. That is what Johnny and Joey were talking about tonight. We're having a get together. You guys are free to come if you want. You don't have to mind you." He explained. "It's for those who like cock play, not watchers." "What do you do at the party, Mr. Wilson?" I asked. "Pretty much like the things you and Ronnie were doing." He said. "Call me Frank, not Mr. Wilson. I keep on thinking Grand Daddy is here." "Is that all you do? Ronnie asked. "Nope. I guess you could say we do anything that makes your cock feel good." Frank said. "There are lots of ways to do that and I guess we've figured out most of them by now." I wasn't sure about the whole thing. I couldn't visualize myself in such a group, but the idea excited me. Ronnie was unsure too, but his cock was rock hard. I was just as hard. "Who's going to be there?" Ronnie asked. His father laughed. "Some cousins, some uncles, one or two guys from town will be there." He said. "It's a club for the cock hounds. Bobby, in town they call them the `sexually active' guys. Here they are the guys who can't keep their cocks in their pants." "How many of your relatives are cock hounds?" I asked. "As far as I can tall, all of them are, Bobby" Frank said. "It's a sad fact, but all of us are. Grand Daddy figured its better to shoot your load in your Uncle's mouth than a cousin's cunt. It may sound kind of crude, but it works. Cousin Willburt was caught poking his dick into his sister's business and Uncle Johnny straightened him out." Frank paused in his story. "I've got to warn you." he continued, "This ain't no ladies club meeting. Willburt is one horny bastard and he couldn't shoot another load for a week after his first get together. But, he didn't stop smiling either. I wasn't sure you were interested, Ronnie until I saw you boys last night. I figured you were ready now. If you want to come, you're welcome. Johnny and Joey sure were interested." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I helped Joey's sons, Charlie and Scooter, learn the ropes. Usually someone takes a new kid under his wing until he learns to fly. Joey helped Willburt. I helped Joey's boys. Grand Daddy figured no self respecting kid would ever learn anything from his dad. Uncles and cousins work better. Johnny and Joey owe me for helping with their mkids. They'd love to help you out." "You play with Scooter and Charlie?" Ronnie asked. "I sure do." Frank said. "I guess I've gone too far to not tell you everything. Most of the time it's just fun sex play. Charlie, Scooter and I are kind of close. It's just sex with everyone, except them." A horn honked outside. Frank went to the window. It was Johnny. "Wait a minute and we'll be out!" he cried. We quickly got dressed and went out to the pick up truck. "I got a call from Bobby's Dad. He needs to call him." Johnny yelled. I immediately lost my erection, dressed and ran to the car. Frank didn't have a phone, so Johnny had the nearest one. I called Dad. He said, the operation had gone well, but he was waiting to talk with the Doctor. He would call as soon as he could. I asked Johnny if I could wait for the call, he said sure. His house was bigger than Frank's and was filled with stuff. It was hot and Johnny got me a coke. He returned with a coke and without a shirt. His beard was all white, but his chest hair was pepper and salt with a big white patch in the middle. He was muscular and tanned. I think he was a lumberjack. He was real sympathetic about my mom. He knew a lot about cancer and told me what was happening. His wife had died of the same thing five years earlier. Surprisingly this made me feel better. He also told me what you were supposed to do. No one had said a word about what cancer was. It had just barely occurred to me my Mom could die. It was better to know what was going on. There was lots of honking outside. It was Scooter and Charlie in a bright red, brand new, pick up. They were working in Richmond as carpenters and were doing well. Scooter was a big Wilson. He looked like a younger version of his Daddy. Charlie was a tall, scrawny Wilson with bright red hair and a matching beard. They were shirtless. The phone rang. I ran in and it was Dad. He said there were lots of tests to do before they knew exactly how serious it was and they would be in Richmond for at least a week. He asked how I was doing and I said things were great. Everyone was nice and not to worry about me. He said great and he would call me the next day at six in the evening, if that was all right with Johnny. I ran out and asked Johnny and he said sure. It was no problem at all. I told Dad and we said good-bye. Scooter said, he would drive me back to Frank's house. He wanted to show them the new truck. I jumped in and we left. "Sorry about your Mom. It's real tough." Scooter said. "Daddy told us all about it." "Thanks. Dad said the operation was good, so I guess things could be worse." I said. "Your Uncle Frank told me you all were having a party tonight." I had no idea where that comment came from. I was thinking about Mom and Dad and this thought came to me. Scooter slowed down and stopped. "Uncle Frank told you about the get togethers?" Scooter asked. "Are you into that kind of stuff?" "I really don't know." I said, "I've messed around with Ronnie some. I didn't think I was interested at first, but the idea sort of grows on you." "I wasn't too sure either the first time." Scooter said. "It turned out to be lots of fun. My brother, Charlie, went first. He told me a lot about what they did, but telling ain't close to doing or feeling. The first time Uncle Frank sucked my cock I couldn't believe anything felt that good. Charlie and I had jerked off together, but I never thought what it was like to shoot a load while someone sucked your cock. Damn, it was good." "Did you have to do anything?" I asked. "I'm not sure I want to suck a cock." "I didn't have to do anything, but I did." Scooter said. "It was strange at first. I knew Charlie and I liked to play with our cocks, but I had no idea anyone else did. Least of all my Uncles. It was hard to believe Grand Daddy would be moaning in pleasure as Cousin Willburt fucked him." "Were you shocked? Disgusted?" "I guess I was shocked and turned on." Scooter mused. "Fifteen minutes later the shock was gone, but I was still turned on, big time. I've been turned on ever since. What was hardest to get used to was being an adult. This is real man sex, not boy play." He started the car again and we continued on to Ronnie's house.