Date: Fri, 31 May 2013 03:23:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: The Fort The Fort By Bald Hairy Man This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com If you enjoy these stories, please consider giving a donation to Nifty. I discovered sex when I spent a summer with my uncle's family in Maine. I'm Larry Mills and my Uncle Ron was a nice guy, but Aunt Helena was difficult. They had five boys and she didn't like them much. Mom said she wanted a girl and kept having children until she had one. Her sixth child was Julia, and Helena loved her. I would have thought Aunt Helena would be a trial for any child, but Uncle Ron, and his mother, who we called Granny, were good to them and they seemed happy. In the summer the boys lived in the Fort. It was a rustic play house located out of sight of the main house about a quarter of a mile away. It was originally just a playhouse but Ron liked to build and it eventually included a block house and a stockade. It was a boy's dream. It sat near a swimming hole called the pond. By the time I joined them, the Fort was impressive. We cooked our own breakfast and made sandwiches for lunch. Uncle Ron cooked dinner at the main house and that was the only time we encountered Aunt Helena. She was my Dad's sister and she was always nice to me, but she didn't seem to notice her own sons. I got along well with my cousins. They were older than me and seemed sophisticated and knowledgeable, but we all liked the same things. I only had a sister and so it was good to have boys to talk with and learn from. The older boys, Ed and Rob sort of did their own thing. The middle boy Sam was close to them and he found out stuff that he told to his youngest brothers Drew and Fred. I was closest to the youngest boys but they all got along well. Often older brothers think the younger ones are pests. Not so in this family. Looking back, I think Aunt Helena was so distant, that the older boys tried to make up for her neglect. The boys knew lots of stuff, and that included some sex information. My parents were modest and for a while I was under the impression I was the only person to have a cock. I knew my sister didn't have anything and I made an imaginative jump in the wrong direction. Some skinny dipping in the pond at the Fort corrected that idea. My cousins also had a broader vision of what you could do with a cock. I assumed it was created to aim piss at the toilet. I was good at that and my parents complimented me on my aiming skills. It turned out my older cousins had discovered some other things you could do with your cock. They were pretty spectacular, if a bit messy. Technically these may have been sexual activities, but to me they were more like an enjoyable laboratory session in Biology class. It was all discovery and experimentation. I have talked with men who had a difficult introduction to sex. They were forced into sexual activities unwillingly. All of us were getting older and we shared the discovery of new things. It was experimentation on a wide scale. I learned how to light a match and how to pour gasoline into a lawnmower motor. I learned how to swim and cooked scrambled eggs for the first time with my cousins. All were new experiences. It was all natural and useful. When I was sixteen that all stopped when I took a summer job at home. The time at the Fort remained a good memory. I didn't see my cousins for a while. I did hear that Aunt Helena wasn't doing well. It seemed to be a mental and a physical problem. Ten years after my last visit to the Fort we got word that Helena was dead. She was buried the next day, but Uncle Ron wanted to have a family reunion weekend party in her honor later in the summer. The second week of August was the proposed weekend. He hoped we could get a way that weekend. When I got there the "boys" were back in the fort. All of the older uncles and aunts were in the main house or in a motel. I hadn't seen my cousins for several years and all of them made it. I was surprised to find out they were all men now. I surprised them too. I had been a kid then and had filled in some. I was now six feet and almost 200 pounds. I took after my dad. Most of them took after Uncle Ron who was thin and tall. We went skinny dipping in the pond. That was fun but it was more exciting than I remembered it. We had been boys them, we were all men now. We all know what a cock could do and knew about its recreational potential. I was uneasy. I knew I was gay, and while I wasn't ashamed of it, I didn't want them to know. I was afraid it might ruin the relationships we had as kids. I am embarrassed to say this, but I knew a lot about the cocks recreational potential and I have a tendency to look on most men as potential sexual playmates. My cousins were all naked and good looking. The situation became more complicated when Uncle John and cousin Rudy joined us. They were two bachelor relatives. My Gaydar is good. John lived in California and Rudy in New York. They didn't like Helena at all and they stayed away whenever possible. They came here to support Uncle Ron, not as a tribute to Helena. When I was a kid, I thought of my cock as a drain, now it was primarily a sex organ. John and Rudy were both well-equipped and not shy. Their genital never seemed to be relaxed. It was an unusually warm day for Maine and when we got out of the pond we dried off in the sun. I was next to Rudy and Rob, the oldest of my cousins. Rudy seemed to feel a need to scratch his balls. That seemed to induce the same need in Rob and then I caught the scratching urge. The first few scratches and adjustments to balls were tentative and might have been mistaken for normal rearranging of balls. Everyone in the group was uncut except for me. Rudy shifted his body so his back was to the rest of the group screening our activities from the other men. He pulled his foreskin back so I could see the tip of his knob. I soon had a bead of precum glistening on my cock slit. Rob saw it and licked his lips. "Rob, come over here, we need your advice," Drew called out. Rob got up. He wasn't hard, but he sure wasn't soft either. He didn't seem to be worried or embarrassed as he walked over to his brothers. "Rob has a nice one," I whispered to Rudy. Rudy looked at my cock. "You have a good one too," he whispered. "Is your joy stick decorative or useful?" He reached over, collected the precum from my cock on his finger and then he licked it. "It's tasty too," he added. I glanced over at Rob. Uncle John was sucking him as the others watched. They seemed to enjoy the view. I became rock hard and Rudy leaned further over and licked my knob. I found out that we had all been busy in the decade that we last saw each other. We all had evolved from being curious youths to men. I wasn't the only one to discover my drain was a joystick. That night, we had diner at the main house with a collection of relatives and friends. Everyone was diplomatic about Aunt Helena, but there were damn few tears. Her sisters were very much like her. They may have been sorry about her death, but they were an unemotional lot. Uncle Ron's family was more cheerful. There were no choruses of the "Wicked Witch is Dead," but there was a sense of relief. Julia was in France and couldn't make the party. The dinner was over and the guests left. We "Boys" returned to the Fort. I had thought there was to be a memorial service or something like that. Uncle Ron said that Helena didn't want any fuss; she just wanted the family to get together and reminisce. That happened, but Aunt Helena was not the focus of fond memories. I discovered the Fort was the focus of fond memories. The boys had many friends and several had dropped in to relive the happy days. One guy named Walrus was close to Andy, and a man named Burt had joined the group. The Fort was secluded and isolated. That added to the appeal. I was somewhat of an outsider there, but I sensed the relationships were sexual, so all of this was new to me. Some of it was new to my cousins too. While the cousins had messed around some, each had his own friends with whom they discovered full scale sex. Walrus and Burt were locals, but there were other discoveries in college and after. They didn't know about the other brother's extracurricular activities. As far as I could tell, the all had simialr interests. Rob and Drew were both taking foreign jobs. Rob was going to London and Drew to Shanghai. This party was more of a farewell party than a memorial. Rob had gone to college in California and had connected with Uncle John. They discovered they shared much more than just a common progenitor. Fred and Sam discovered the same thing visiting in New York seven years earlier. They had been in a car accident there and Cousin Rudy had come to their rescue. The boys knew the general outlines of sexual activity already, but John and Rudy filled in the gaps and were admirable teachers and guides. When Rob, Fred and Sam returned to the fort, it all became general knowledge. As Rob explained it, "I figure, if you are going to do it, go all the way. You can't be a semi-virgin. You may think you are just a cock-sucking straight boy, but no one else will believe you. If you are naked with another guy you might as well go gay all the way and have some fun. You can always pretend you were drunk the next day." Uncle John took me to the side and we had a talk. "The boys told me you were with the program," he said. "I was thinking their program might be a bit different from yours. Are you okay with this?" "I think we share common interests," I said. "A little cock play doesn't bother me at all!" Uncle John smiled and he leaned closer. "I'm thinking there might be a lot of cock play, and some ass fun too." I was wearing light weight athletic shorts. He put his hand on my ass. "I kind of like ass play too," I whispered to him. "We're a bit short on bottoms," John said. "Can you help out?" "I probably could," I replied. "There are seven of us," he said. "Would you think I was a bit slutty if I said that doesn't bother me?" I asked. "I'd think we just got really lucky!" he said. "How many have you taken at one time?" "I took three a few years ago at my birthday party," I said. "It was my lover and two pals of his. They were nice guys. The cum in my ass was a real turn on, I got nice and open." "Would it bother you if an old man might shove his tool deep in you and unload?" he asked. I felt out his cock and smiled. "I think I could bear up." We rejoined the rest of the men. Apparently they were waiting for Uncle John to give the all clear. Everyone was pretty well revved up. It was a dark, warm night. We had some wine with dinner, there was beer here. Rudy had a supply of little blue pills that he had distributed. I took one, but had never had one before. Someone had told me the pills didn't do much until you were inspired. John and Rudy stripped and that did the trick for me. I began to strip, but Walrus and Andy came over to me and wanted to help me undress. Andy was the youngest of the cousins and the closest in age to me. He was a bit shy. We had looked, but not touched as kids. Walrus wasn't shy at all. He was a short beefy, hairy man, and his day job was as a surgical nurse. He looked like a teddy-bear. He was comfortable naked and he knew his way around the male reproductive system. He carried a tube of lube and he offered to lubricate my ass. "It might not be necessary, but better safe than sorry." he said. Walrus dropped to his knees and then swallowed my cock in a single motion. A second later I knew he was a master cock sucker. A second after that his well lubricated fingers were in my ass, searching out my prostate, "Walrus looks like crap, but he's a sexual genius," Andy whispered in my ear. "Let him do his and then give it up. You're going to need to replace every drop of semen in you balls when he's finished." He was behind me. Walrus pulled his fingers out of my ass. Andy pushed his cock into me. Andy had been my best friend at the Fort. I had seen him naked many times but never touched. He had a six inch organ crowned by a big head. It entered my ass easily. I was surprised and hadn't expected it. He wiggled a little and I undulated my hips. I spread my legs and it went deeper. "I was hoping you would like it," Andy whispered. "We didn't know you could do this when we were kids," I said. "We're full grown now; it's better than it would have been then," Andy said. "I can shoot a man sized load into you now, not just boy spurts!" He began to pound wildly. He moaned and then was still as I felt his cock twitching in my ass. I felt all his tension vanish. It was as if he converted all of his energy into sperm and deposited it in my ass. It was unexpectedly lovely. Ed, the oldest brother and Uncle John came over to me next. Ed was the oldest and biggest of the brothers and he seemed about as sophisticated and knowledgeable as it was possible for a man to be when I was 14. He still looked good to me. "I don't know about you, but it's hard for me to get use to kids who are all grown up. I have a mental disconnect," Ed said. "You aren't that small anymore. Andy had a good time, I see." "I had a good time too," I replied. "It was quick, easy and fun." "Ed here is a marathon runner," John said. "He likes long sessions. I like to edge. You know, get to the edge of an orgasm and then ease back. We would like to double team you. We want to do a marathon and you are the course." "I'm not sure," I replied. "I'm old, but I have a loving cock. I ooze non-stop, and I will keep you lubricated," Uncle John said. Against my better judgment I agreed. A few minutes later Ed was deep in my rectum on the first leg of the race. Like his brother, Ed had a long, thin cock with a big head and his cock was wonderful. I liked the feel of his big knob rubbing my rectum. It was a good fit and he seemed to like exploring my ass. He alternated between slow and easy thrusts and more intense pounding interludes. Without warning he pulled out and Uncle John entered me. Ed had an anal probe. Uncle John had a baseball bat. His cock head stretched me to the limit, but the shaft tapered as it reached his body. I felt stuffed, but it was comfortable once he was in. The bulbous part of his cock coincided with my prostate, so that little gland received a lot of attention. John like to make short, two or three inch thrusts. My prostate felt was squeezed and kneaded. I shifted my ass to increase the pressure on the gland. "That's it," he said, "You are a pro, aren't you!" Later Uncle John told me his cock was a lust thermometer. It could tell how close his fuck partner was to an orgasm. He also knew when I was getting tired. He pulled out and turned me over to Ed when he sensed that. My ass that had been stretched wide by Uncle John, and it clamped tightly on Ed's more modest member. I enjoyed the rest. His cock seemed more enjoyable and playful this time. When it was John's turn again, it was good too. I seemed to have acquired a taste for being stuffed. My prostate had missed the stimulation. We continued to trade off for about forty five minutes, until Ed lost it. Uncle John tried to keep it going, but when his cock encountered Ed's warm sperm in my ass, it was too much. His cock turned in to a high-pressure fire hose, shooting his man seed deep into me. It was getting late and the party faded away. I slept very well. The next day was beautiful and we spent the morning hiking to a rock out cropping. As a kid it had been a great adventure. It was a more modest adventure now, but it was still fun. When we got back to the Fort, Uncle Ron was there with lunch. All of his house guest were gone and he brought some of the left over food to us. Uncle Ron was always cheerful and upbeat. His boys had to go to see a cousin that afternoon, so they left me with the Uncle Ron, Burt and Walrus. They were treated as member's of the family. It took me a little while to realize it, but Burt, Walrus and Uncle Ron were close. I had a feeling I was the fifth wheel and they had other plans. Ron went off to get some Cokes. Walrus came over to me. "I was a little indiscreet talking with Ron this morning. I told him you liked it in the ass," he said. "What kind of conversation was that?" I asked. "Well, after the boys moved away, Burt, Ron and I sort of got it on," Walrus said. "Actually we got it on big time. He discovered I like the bottom and he keeps my ass supple and flexible." "He lubricates your rectum?" "Two or three times a week," Walrus admitted. "He'd like to give you a poke. He's got a really nice one." "Is it like Uncle John's?" "It's not as thick, but longer," he said. "He likes to plant his seed deep." Some famous movie star said she could resist anything but temptation. That was my situation. I think Walrus knew that. When Uncle Ron returned, he seemed to know it too. Walrus complained it was getting hot and he stripped naked. It was a stupid excuse for getting naked, but it worked. Burt and I stripped too. Uncle Ron smiled and he disrobed. My tendency to checkout cocks got me in trouble. I can't play hard to get. Uncle Ron was handsome. He was tall, and had filled out some, but he was by no means overweight. He was a jogger and swimmer, so he was in shape. With reddish-blond hair, he was quite hairy, but it didn't show up much. His cock was beautiful. It was an example of the anatomically perfect cock. His balls hung in a low hanging sack, bit balls were large, prefect ovals. I was sitting, he was standing. I leaned forward and sucked his foreskin into my mouth. His cock twitched a little and he shivered in excitement. I liked that a lot. I knew he was into it. "Larry, I don't want you to think I'm a superficial man, but I'm into sex for fun, not for love," he said. "I like cheap thrills." "If cheap thrills includes hard cocks spurting sticky white stuff, I'm game," I said. He laughed. "I see we think alike." "There is one thing I'd like to do," I added. "You may think it sick, but I'd love to take your load. I'd like to eat the stuff that made your sons." "That is no problem at all," Uncle Ron said. "I have more sperm than any man needs. Walrus had taken some many loads he's a member of the family." He was half hard by now and I could taste the first traces of his precum.