Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 03:35:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Wilson's Hollow 7 Wilson's Hollow 7 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. The party was fun to the last drop of cum. Frank, Ronnie and I got home at one in the morning and Frank got up to take me home to meet my parents when they returned. A day later, I was back in the old grove. I was the Minister's son and life was 100% conventional. I thought all would be the same when Mom and Dad returned, but they were different. They seemed detached and preoccupied. Mom was weak and the ladies of the church came by regularly to help her out. Everyone said, all was well with the operation, but I knew it wasn't. They tried real hard to be the way they had been before, but that just wasn't possible. In the fall, I went back to school and life seemed more normal. My Junior and Senior years were good. I was a good student and things went my way. I was writing for the school newspaper and was active in the band. My mother seemed to brighten reading every article I wrote for the paper or going to band concerts. It gave me extra push to do well. Ronnie was doing not badly in school. Mom encouraged him. Doing well in school was regarded as a major achievement and he became a star football player. He had to substitute for the quarterback at the end of the Junior year and did really well. For his Senior year, he was the star. People could forgive you for being a Wilson, if you were good at football. I helped him study and he helped around the house. Mom was getting thinner and weaker. He liked yard work and I liked vacuuming so we divvied up my mother's chores. The house and the yard looked exactly the same as before. Mom was pleased and Ronnie was at our house more often than not. Dad got more and more preoccupied. He was real worried and concerned, but didn't seem to be able to cope. He decided to leave the church, find a position in Richmond and move to be nearer the hospital. He stayed until the church found a new minister and I was packing and studying for final exams. They were in Richmond looking for a rental house, while I was taking my final test in English at the end of the year. Mr. Smithers, the principal, came to the classroom. He called me out and took me to the office. There was a State Trooper waiting. He said, an eighteen wheeler had jumped the median of 460 and had hit Mom and Dad head-on. They died instantly. The next few weeks were a haze. In addition to the funeral and High School Graduation, the new Minister was on his way and needed the Manse. I knew I had to leave. As a Presbyterian Minister Dad didn't have any money, but the Church would take care of my College education. My financial situation wasn't good. Everyone was real nice and some genuinely wanted to help. I was 18 and wasn't a minor. Several families offered to "take me in", but Frank and Ronnie really wanted me to stay with them. All of the Wilson's appeared at the funeral, shocking some of the town-folks. Ronnie and Frank were pallbearers. Mom and Dad were heroes in a way to the Wilsons. Ronnie was the only star in the family tree and the Wilsons attributed his success to my parents. I hadn't been back to any of the parties in Wilson's Hollow, but several apparently had fond memories of me and thought I was a nice kid. I put our furniture in storage and moved in with Frank and Ronnie for the summer. It gave me some breathing space before college. As before, it was as if I had walked into a new world. It was a friendly and quiet world. I spent a week or so catching my breath. Frank and Ronnie were helpful, but never pushy. Ronnie would be going to Community College and was to start a job as an Electrician's Apprentice in a month, so he had some time off. We fished and played as if we were still kids for the last time. Oddly, I wasn't interested in sex. I guess when the world falls apart in one afternoon, you have too many things to think about, big things and sex wasn't high on my list. However, since I was 18, sex had a natural tendency to rise. Frank still didn't wear many clothes around the house, nor did Ronnie. They were inspirational. Buster came by to give me his condolences. He had been away and hadn't heard of the accident until he returned home. He showed up after dinner and we all talked on the porch. His Mom had died young too, so he seemed to be genuinely concerned. I found myself thinking of how good his cock head felt in my ass. It was hot and everyone was near naked. A big Buick drove up and a big bearded man got out. "Bobby! Is that you?" the man in the car cried. I didn't know who he was. I said "yes" and must have sounded uncertain. "Finally, I found you." he said. "I'm your Uncle Gus!" It didn't ring a bell at first, then I remembered Mom's only brother, Gus. He lived in California and was all but never mentioned. As he got closer, he got better looking. He was a "Grizzly Adams" type, with an impressive blond beard and bight blue eyes. He was dressed as a businessman. "I'm sorry. I didn't find out until yesterday and I flew here immediately." He wanted to know all of what had happened, so I told him. It was a hot night and the Wilson's were all but naked. This didn't bother Uncle Gus at all. They filled in details of my story. They knew all about the truck and the truck driver. He was a good one and an elderly couple, who pulled on the road in front of the driver, caused him to swerve and loose control. "Have we ever met?" I asked. Gus laughed. "Sort of. You were four the last time I saw you. Your mother and I were close, but your father and I were like oil and water." he replied. "I got a good job in Oregon and we just drifted apart. She was beautiful." The conversation flowed easily. He was a Professor of Anthropology and was interested in folkways and I guess you couldn't get any more folk than the Wilsons. Frank suggested, we all might wet our whistles and Gus offered to help him get drinks. I was wondering what Gus wanted. I wondered, if he was planning to take me away, or was just trying to pay his respects. Ronnie, Buster and I chatted on the porch. It seemed to take a good long while to get the booze. I got up and went into the kitchen. From the front door, I saw Uncle Gus sucking Frank. Frank saw me and waved me closer. "You and your Uncle share some of the same interests!" Frank said. Gus got up. "Sorry, I got carried away." he said, looking embarrassed. I smiled. "I've been carried away like that a few times myself." I replied. "We're all good friends here." "And we mean real good friends!" Ronnie said as he entered the house. "We Wilsons are a close family and we stay close." Frank was getting undressed. Gus was watching and unbuttoning his shirt. With that Ronnie started to strip. I followed suit. "Buster, come on in." Ronnie yelled. "We're going to have some fun." >From that point on, it was all sex. Gus looked like a Nordic god. He was 6-4, 240 pounds of toned muscle and covered in curly blond-red hair. His cock poked from a forest of hair and nestled between huge low hanging balls. He was beautiful. He looked too good to be real. Ronnie got on his knees and swallowed Gus' cock. I liked Ronnie, but he wasn't handsome. He sucked the cock like it was the Holy Grail. About a minute later, I realized my Uncle was a sex pig. He loved it and wasn't afraid for everyone to know. He bent over to suck Frank, while Ronnie sucked him. He made sure his ass was wide open. It was hairy, pink and open for business. Buster poked his finger in it first. Gus moaned. Buster worked it in and rammed the prostate. Gus growled in appreciation. Buster finally coated his cock in oil and shoved it in the opening. Uncle Gus groaned in appreciation. There was nothing Gus didn't like and no cock he wasn't interested in. We all moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, so we had more room to play. Gus told Frank, he liked to fuck and asked for a recommendation. "Well my boy, Ronnie, likes it, but if you want a real good time, Bobby's the one for you." Frank said. "Are you game Bobby?" he asked. "Ronnie worked his cock up. It's a real beauty!" It was impressive. It was seven or eight inches long and torpedo shaped. Of course, as a Wilson it was the most natural thing in the world for an uncle to screw his nephew. "Ronnie worked so hard," Gus said, "I'd like to give him a reward." "Don't worry. Given his druthers, Ronnie likes his Daddy's meat. I'll take care of my boy." Frank said. "You give Bobby a spin." I was on the bed and Uncle Gus probed my ass with his fingers. He went straight for my prostate and I almost fainted, it felt so good. "You're right. He is a live one!"Gus said. He slowly removed his fingers and substituted his cock. It fit perfectly. If there ever was a cock custom made for an ass, it was Gus' cock and my ass. It was beautiful. Ronnie bent over me to suck my cock and get his meat within sucking distance. I started sucking him, just as his father rammed is ass. I tasted Ronnie's reaction. I remembered how excited he had been two years earlier, the first time his father visited his ass. He was just as excited. Ronnie, of course had a good view of Uncle Gus slowly massaging my ass with his cock. It was good for all of us. "Sorry, there's no room for you, Buster." Frank said. "Don't you guys worry about me. I don't mind sloppy seconds." Buster said. He had dropped down to where he could watch Ronnie, Gus and me. "Spread your legs some and I'd be glad to lick your balls, Gus." There was a little shifting. A few seconds later, I felt Buster's breath on my balls. "That boy of yours seems to like being up close and personal with you." Gus said to Frank. "It just keeps on getting better the more we do it." Frank said. "It never worked quite right for my Pa and me, but Ronnie took to it like a fish to water." "Do you mind if I sample him some?" "Not at all." Frank said. Gus pulled out of my ass to take Frank's place with Ronnie. Buster lost no time at all. His cock head was deep in my hole in a split second. It felt just as good as it had the first time. His large cock head traveled in my chute and worked its magic. Uncle Gus had been good too, but until this time I hadn't realized how different fucking can be. Gus' dick occupied all of me, Buster's cock head was a sex nut, poking into different parts of my sexual anatomy. Buster didn't last long and Frank took his place. Ronnie must have liked watching his father's cock pound my ass. Ronnie was kind of reserved, but his balls weren't reserved at all. They started pumping out pre cum with any sexual stimulation. Watching his Father fuck me, while my Uncle screwed him put his ooze making apparatus into overdrive. He popped. We had a chain reaction orgasm. Each guy's ejaculation induced an orgasm in his partner. We were done in a minute or two, but no one wanted to move. No one wanted for it to stop. We finally pulled apart and Frank went to get the drinks he had offered while we were on the porch. It was dark, now so we went to the porch and sat down, still naked. We weren't on any road, so that wasn't a problem. "Bobby, I came here to help you. I was afraid you were abandoned." Uncle Gus said. "It looks to me, as if all is well. I had no idea we shared the same sexual interests." "I had no idea you were gay." I said. "Is that why you and Dad didn't get along?" "That may have been a part of it." Gus said. "Your Dad was a timid man. He didn't want to take any risks. He figured, if you did everything right and obeyed all the rules, no one would notice you and you would be fine. I'm the opposite. I'm a live life to the fullest kind of guy. I think, he was afraid of me. I didn't know your Mom had cancer. Was your Dad able to deal with it?" "Sort of, but not really." I replied. "He once told me, bad things happen to people who don't obey the rules." Gus continued. "I was afraid they would never accept what was happening. I know, he would try to pretend it wasn't happening." Uncle Gus must have know my Dad far better than I did. He was right on the money. "I kind of felt that way when Ronnie's Mom died."Frank said. "She was real pretty and real nice. She never said a bad word about nobody. Everybody knows that Wilsons die in bar room brawls, or DWI accidents. I kept on thinking I was meant to die and God made a mistake. Bad aim or something." "There's nothing wrong with you Pa." Ronnie said. "Nothing at all." "Bobby and his Mom and Dad are what saved us. No one here is educated. We can barely read." Frank said. "Ronnie's a smart kid, smart like his Mom, but no one here knew how to help him. How could I help him with his biology homework, when I can't even spell biology? Sometimes things work out, just dumb luck." "There is no such thing as dumb luck." Gus said. "You have to be smart enough to know luck when you see it." Buster added an "Amen, Brother!". "Changing the subject." Gus added. "Was that incredibly good sex we just had here, or was it just me?" Everyone laughed. "It seemed pretty good to me!" Buster said. "You ain't no virgin, are you?" "I'm no virgin, but I've never been in anything so hot in my life!" Gus exclaimed. "Have you guys been practicing?" "As a matter of fact, yes." Frank said. "Anyone from around her will tell you, we Wilsons are horny bastards and are willing to fuck anyone or anything we run into. I don't think they guess how true that is." "Well, I'm willing to be adopted." Gus said. "You really liked it?" Frank asked. "Shit yes. You couldn't tell?" "I did notice you weren't as shy as you might be." Frank said. "We don't get to do that often anymore, it used to be right regular." "What used to be regular?" Gus asked. "I guess you would call them parties. Sex parties. When all the guys would get together one evening and fuck themselves cross-eyed." Buster said. "Count me in!" Gus said. "We don't let many strangers in, but you passed the entrance exam! With flying colors. How long are you stating here?" Frank asked. "I can stay a week, or two. Do you think you might have a party while I'm here?" "I think I can pretty well guaranteed it!" Frank said with some enthusiasm. "Where are you staying?" "I'll get a room in a motel." Uncle Gus said. "You're free to stay here, if you want." Frank said. "If you don't mind sharing a bed. With me, or the boys." "If you don't mind fucking your bed mate, I'm game." Gus said. "It's a deal!" Frank replied.