Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2004 04:05:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scouts 5

Scouts 5

by Bald Hairy Man

This is an adult gay story intended for adult gay men.  If you are offended
by this or are not an adult, gay or a man, DON'T READ IT.  It has a lot of
sex between adult men, many of whom are older, hairy, bearded, and in this
case of several different races.  If this offends you, DON'T READ IT.  If
you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com.


I returned to the pool and then went to eat. While I was ready for more
fun, I fell asleep after dinner and woke the next morning.  It was my turn
to be on watch again, so I dressed and went to the cave entrance to take my
post. It was still dark, but even then there was a warm breeze from the
south. After the blizzard of the day before, the change was stunning.

I watched the sun rise in the east. The mountain turned pink and for a few
minutes it was a pale winter wonderland.  The snow covering the trees and
the slopes was all a pale and elegant pink, like a lady's dress. The second
the sun rose over the horizon it melted. An hour later all the snow on the
trees was gone and run off was everywhere.

By the time my watch was over, bare ground was everywhere too, especially
on the east and south facing slopes.  Wally and Henry were going out
reconnoitering.  I went along.  It was about time I got a sense of the lay
of the land. The mountain looked simple and serene like those paintings of
the Hudson River I had seen at the Atheneum in Boston. The surface of the
mountain was scared by rocky ravines and small runs.  It was a harsh and
dangerous place in spite of its beauty.

Wally knew the way, but to the uninitiated it was nightmarish. We were well
down the side when Henry heard a moan.  We slowly moved in the direction of
the sound. In the shelter of a large rock we found a runaway family. The
man was dead; he had frozen.  His body had protected a small girl, maybe
10, a boy of about 13 and a baby. The girl was sobbing.

The boy had a knife, "Don't come near," he cried. "We're never going back!"

"We're Union men," Henry said, "You're safe." His German accent must have
reassured the boy, he put down the knife.  "Where are you from?"

"Louisa, the master was selling us south, so we made a run for it," the boy
said. "They got momma, she broke her leg, we made it."

"Come with us, we'll take you to a safe place," Wally said.

"You're sure you're Union men?" the girl asked.  Wally's Southern accent
was strong.

Wally laughed. "I'm a plain old fashion mountain man, but no friend of
slave owners. You're safe. Come along with us."

"What about Pa?" the boy asked.

"We'll come back and bury him," Henry said.  The boy wasn't
satisfied. "Don't worry, we'll give him a good Christian burial, Bible
readings and everything."  The boy looked happier.

"He's in heaven already, you know,"Wally said. "He died saving your
lives. You go straight to heaven for doin' that."  That further reassured
the boy.

Much to my surprise we took them to another cave, quite a way distant from
our hiding place.  This cave was smaller, but well fitted out. Ovid and
Virgil were there with several other black men and one woman. She was a big
woman and took the children under her wings like a mother hen.  I was
worried about the baby, but that didn't seem to be a problem. Aunt Cassy,
as she was called, knew what to do.  We left them there and returned to our
hideout.  Henry and I got shovels and went to bury the man.

It was downright warm by the time we got back to the body. The snow was all
but gone.  We dug a hole.  Henry was a good digger and we made the hole
plenty deep.  He was afraid animals would dig it up and wanted some
insurance.  We moved the black man's ridged body into it and covered it,
adding some rocks for good measure.  I was a regular Church goer, so I said
the prayers.  I'm not sure they were the right ones, but Henry thought they
would do the trick.  All of his prayers were in German.

We sat for a few minutes, then went to the west side of the mountain.  The
day was warm now.  The sky was crystal clear, but I could hear thunder.  I
mention it to Henry.

"It's a battle," he said.  "Artillery.  Let's get to Wally's crow's nest."
Climbing the mountain was hard, but we made good time.  Henry was a good
scout and he had learned much about the typography of the area in the short
time we had been here.  Rally and Alvis were in the crow's nest when we got
there.

They had a telescope and could just barely make out the smoke from
artillery in the distance.

"It's a big one," Wally said.  "We'd better get ready."

"What do you mean, get ready?" I asked.

"When there's a big shoot out there will be refugees, deserters and people
who are just plain lost.  Some need help.  Some with be trouble, we need to
get ready."  Rally and Henry went back to the cave to tell them what was
going on.  I stayed with Alvis watching the smoke in the distance.

Soon there were bigger plumes.  "That's a house or a barn," Alvis said.  "I
hate that.  Someone's losing everything."

"Are they your neighbors?"

"No, we're mountain people.  We usually don't mix much with the Valley
people.  It's bad for anyone." Alvis said.

The day was getting warmer.  After the snow the contrast was unbelievable.
One and a while there was a shot nearer to us, but it still wasn't close. I
had been wearing heavy clothes, and was getting really hot. Alvis and I
were soon stripping off our heavy winter wool coats. Wally came back to the
look out. He stripped almost naked.  His clothes were so ratty, the
difference between being clothed and naked hardly existed.

Wally was so unimpressive, it was hard to remember his was a smart man.  He
knew the mountains as well as anyone. He watched and said the battle was to
the north of us and it would be a good three or four hours before refugees
or deserters reached us.

"We can relax some," Wally said. "I got Ovid to go to watch Shifflet's
Hollow. That's the ususal path to get here."

"Are they trying to get here?" I asked.

"Hell no, they're just trying to get away," Wally explained. "Shifflet's
Hollow is tricky. It looks nice and easy from below. It looks as if it
would be an easy way across the mountain. It's a trap. At the tip is a
shear cliff.  We found some bodies there last year."

"Were they Union men, or Rebels?" I asked.

"It don't make no difference if you're dead." Wally replied. "Damn, it a
nice day out here."

"It finally feels like spring." Alvis said. "The saps rising."

"Do you have plans for the sap, Uncle Alvis?" Wally asked.

Alvis looked at me and winked. "Maybe," he said. "Either of you in the
mood?"

"That's a stupid question.  I'm always in the mood," Wally said. "If anyone
has an itchy hole, I'd be glad to scratch it."

"You are a Florence Nightingale." I said.

"Well, I'll admit I'm always ready to help out a friend," Wally said in a
good-humored way. "I don't mind taking a shot of man juice once and a while
myself. Ain't that true?"

"How long have you been messing around?" I asked. "You seem to be a real
close family."  Both men laughed.

"We're all loners here. Great Grand daddy and his brother came here 70
years ago, when it wasn't a good idea to be to close to civilization.
Daddy told me it wasn't exactly a murder, but it was open to
interpretation." Alvis explained. "They found some women who had escaped
from a massacre, but they kind of liked their own company, if you get my
drift.  We've been lying low, so to speak, for a while."

"Lemuel, Rally and Wally's father, was my twin brother.  We were kind of
wild when we were younger. We looked alike and we like to play tricks and
pretend to be the other.  We switched places sometimes.  I'll tell you, if
Rally's mother had ever found out, she'd have been mad."

"Did Aunt Sadie know?" Wally asked.

"Maybe she did, maybe she didn't.  To tell you the truth, she didn't much
care how she got it as along as she got it. Too bad she died so young. She
liked her fun, but was a good woman." Alvis said. "Trading places was fun
for Lemuel and me, but it got things mixed up.  Rally and Wally are either
my nephews or sons.  Beau is either my son or nephew. Playing with men has
fewer complications. None of the boys has ever had a baby."

"It's lucky we all like the same things.  As a family, we're real short on
women," Wally said.  "We ain't the kind of men who seems to attract women,
anyway.  We've always played together.  We caught Daddy and Uncle Alvis
going at it once and we joined in.  It was good for all of us."

"You seem to have found some recruits here on the mountain," I said.

"That has been odd," Wally said.  "I've never done it outside the family
before.  I've never tasted a cock which wasn't a brother, cousin or uncle
before."

"Did your Daddy fuck you?"

"Nope, he died before we started playing.  Unless Uncle Alvis is our poppa,
that is.  Sometimes it hard to believe Alvis isn't our dad, they were dead
ringers." Wally said. "We all like to fuck, so finding someone who likes to
get it has been a problem.  Sometimes we just trade off, and sometimes we
draw straws to see who takes it."  The idea his father might have fucked
him didn't see to bother Wally.  "Did you like it when I popped you?" he
asked.

"I did."

"I was surprised, but I liked it too.  You were the first guy I've fucked
who wasn't family," Wally said.  "Your hole is tighter and you seemed to
like it more." Wally said.  "I liked it more too."

There was a shot very close to us.  We were immediately on alert.  "I don't
think it was as near as it seemed," Wally whispered.  He took off,
scouting, leaving Alvis and me in the lookout.  There was dead
silence. Wally made no noise as he slipped through the forest.

We watched in dead silence for almost an hour, when Wally returned.  "It
was the boy in the slave cave.  He got scared."

"They got to be careful down there," Alvis said.  "They could give us
away."

"Virgil has it under control," Wally said.  "The boy's a fighter and that's
probably good.  Life ain't going to be easy for him."

Henry and Billy joined us.  "We'll take the next watch.  You men get back
to the cave and get something to eat.  Rally and the Doc think it going to
be a long night."  We returned to the cave. I had something to eat and then
lay back and rested.

More tired than I thought I was, I fell asleep.  It was dark when Wally
woke me.  "It's your turn on watch.  Get dressed."  Outside the cave
entrance there was a clear sky and a full moon so you could see well.  We
went to the lookout and we relived Billy and Henry.

It was chillier than I had guessed.  The weather at this time of the year
in Virginia was sure odd. There were one or two fires still burning in the
valley below.  It was deathly silent on the mountain broken only by the
sound of running water from the snow melt.  I was on the ground, still, not
making any sound or movement and after an hour I was freezing.  It wasn't
the temperature but the inactivity which was getting to me.  I began to
shiver.

"Come into my den, little bear," Wally whispered.  He was covered in bear
skins and I could hardly make out his face even in the bright moonlight.
"It's warm in here."  Going over to him, he opened the skins and enveloped
me in the furry cloak.

He was right it was warm.  Somehow he had fashioned the bear skin cloak
into something like a tent, just big enough for two.  Only his head poked
out, so it was almost invisible.  It took me a few minutes to warm up.

"There's nothing out there now, we can relax some." Wally whispered.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes.  This is a bright night, there are a lot of night animals out there
looking for dinner.  They'll warn us if anyone who tries to sneak up on
us." Wally said.  "I feel like having some fun.  Why don't you get naked
and we can play?"

"Why don't you get naked?" I asked.  He took my hand and placed it on his
cock.  Wally was already naked.

"Don't worry, I can watch nd play at the same time," he said.  "To tell you
the truth Bobby, I've been thinking about you some."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I take a cock when I lose the draw." Wally said.  "Rally, Beau and
Uncle Alvis have shot a good many times in my hole.  I don't mind it, ever
since he lost his leg, I let Rally do it anytime he feels like it, but it
doesn't do much for me.  Somehow I thin you cock might be different."

"Why?"

"I like to fuck and I've had a lot of fun up an ass.  Yours was much
better.  When I shoved it in you and you started to shiver and shake, I
loved it.  The deeper I shoved it, the more you liked it. I've had some
really good times with Beau and Alvis and Rally, but nothing like with
you." Wally said.  "I'd never had any of them enjoy it as much as you."

"I'm new to this, but it felt good to me too." I said.  An owl hooted and
we were silent for a while.  Wally unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt.
His hand slipped into my pants and found my hard cock.

"Mine's hard too," he said.  "You watch," he ordered.  My head was out of
the bear skin tent and a few seconds later, Wally's mouth was sucking my
cock.  He was good at it.  Whenever I got close to shooting off, he slowed
and let me cool down.  After a while he stopped, and asked if I wanted to
give it a try.

I was game, so I slipped into the tent as Wally poked his head out.  Inside
the animal skin it was the smell of sex.  The musky smell of cock and
precum.  It wasn't like a perfume, but it did excite me.  I found his cock
and licked it.

Inside the bear skins it was pitch black, so I explored Wally's meat using
only my tongue and nose.  Wally was leaking like one of the mountain
streams, so there was a lot to taste.  He could take my entire cock down
his throat, but his was so big for me to do the same.  He liked what I was
doing, if juice is any indicator.

I had the whole night to kill, so I took my time.  My tongue explored every
single inch of his cock and balls.  For Wally, that was a lot of inches.  I
found some nice spots on the underside of his cock head where the head
joins the skin and another place on the edge of his mushroom.  These spots
were very tender.  If I wanted to get some juice flowing, I just had to
lick those spots and Wally's slit would flow.

We traded places again.  This time he licked my ass.  A short time later he
stood and I felt his cock at my hole.  He just pumped it against my hole
and eventually he pushed it in.  He took it slowly and it was good.  It
didn't feel as if he was fucking me, more like he was rubbing my ass.  It
seemed friendly rather than sexual.

It was as if my ass had become friends with his cock.  It wasn't an invader
anymore.  The feeling of warmth and brotherhood turned into something much
more as Wally continued his slow thrusting.  I was new to sex and I came to
understand having one man's most private organ in contact with you own
privates is uncontrollable.  You may want to be in charge but your cock and
nuts have their own ideas.

Strangely, I realized Wally wasn't running things either.  When he had
fucked me before he was totally in charge.  I just provided the ass he
needed so he could fuck.  The cock is the organ with the most feeling in
your body.  When it's hard, it feels more than your eyes, ears and nose put
together.  Certainly the intensity of sensation generated by your cock
surpasses every other human sensation and emotion.

It was as if his cock and my ass had made a treaty of mutual assistance.
Wally and I weren't intellectually at that point, but that didn't matter.
Our genitals had made up their minds and the rest of us had to follow
along.  Wally began to shiver and twitch.  He was draining his balls and
filling me with his seed.  I felt warm and loved.