Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 00:54:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Jake 7 Uncle Jake 7 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and no gesture toward common sense too. This story follows on my earlier stories, Snow on the Mountain and Preaching to the Choir. They aren't required reading, but it might help you to get to know the characters better. Another story, White Tail Lodge deals with Clyde and Wilbur, the twins. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me. Herb and Rob relaxed in a close hug. Eventually Herb broke away and his cock emerged from Rob's ass. Herb rolled on his back on the grass and I saw a bead of cum emerge from the piss slit. I was on it, sucking Herb's cock like a mad man. The scene had turned me on and eating Herb's sperm made me feel like I was a part of it. I am afraid that I am a cum hound, just like Uncle Jake says. "That boy is ripe!" Willy said. "Scooter, have you initiated him yet?" I didn't know what he was talking about, but I had a strong feeling that I would like it. "Not yet. But today is the day and the time is now." Scooter said. I was still concentrating on Herb's cock, but Willy pulled me off . "How does the idea of the being fucked by the wrestling team sound to you?" I wasn't too sure about the idea of being fucked by the team. I wasn't opposed, but I wasn't sure either. I guessed that since they had already shot off once it would be a bit low key. Sean came over. He had cum on his face. It must have been Jake's or Jim's. He was hard as a rock and I laid back on the soft grass. He was well lubricated and his cock slipped in to my ass easily. I had noted before that his cock was long, thin and had a double curve. Well, in my ass it was like a corkscrew. It was a strange sensation, enjoyable, but difficult to describe. He climaxed after a few thrusts so I never got a chance to straighten out my sensations. If the other guys were as fast as Sean, this was going to be a short afternoon. Willy was in next. "Don't wait in line boys!" He said. "Get yourself a cup of coffee and take a rest, I'm in here for a while!" He had shot his load in Herb's mouth earlier and was in no rush to cum again. Scooter and Mike got on the grass on each side of me. Each held one of my legs and an arm and held me open for Willy. "Don't you fret Willy!" Mike said. "We don't mind waiting. But we don't want this boy used up before we get to play with him." I was real relaxed. Willy's cock was big, but he was taking his time slowly pumping. Sean's cum had lubricated the chute well and Willy's pre cum merged with it to make a good lubricant. Willy was relaxed too, but I did detect a slow increase in his speed as he continued the session. I'm not sure if I had thought of screwing for the sensation of the cock and ass, rather than trying to shoot. Willy didn't need to drain his balls, he wanted to enjoy the ride. Every once and a while I would twitch and Willy noticed and tried to hit the same spot again. After about tem minutes of this stimulation my cock needed serious attention, but I was pinned by Scooter and Mike. I couldn't reach my cock. I explained my predicament to them. I got no sympathy. Uncle Jake and Jim hade come over to watch the "initiation". The lubricant was beginning to wear thin, and Willy's cock seemed to have grown in my ass. He was fucking like a wild man now and he popped. "Shiiiit! That's good!" He said as his whole body convulsed with each ejaculation. "That was a great ride!" He pulled out and Rob replaced him in my ass. My ass chute was getting pretty sensitive by this time, and his mushroom head felt great as it slid into the cum slicked chute. Oh, hell!" He said. "Damn it to hell! I shot off on my first thrust." Rob followed in Sean's footsteps and had popped on contact. I wondered if it was my ass, or the sensation of feeling his buddies' sperm that excited him. Almost immediately Mike replaced him. I tried to grab my cock and give it a few strokes, but Jake took Mike's position and Jim Scooter's, so I was still unable to play with my self. There was a lot of jiz eager to get out of my balls. Mike's donkey dong stretched me to my limit, but Willy and Rob's cum made my tunnel real slippery so there was no problem. I immediately knew that I could spend a long time with Mike and be really happy. Jim's monster cock had shocked me the day before. Mike's fit like a glove. Both cocks were about the same size, but Mike's was really compatible with my ass. "Lets see if we can have some more play time?" He said. "Good hard-on you have Clyde! I like to be appreciated." He had a good rhythm, with three short jerks and then a deep thrust. It was an understatement to say that I appreciated Mike. I was in bottom man's heaven. As I loosened us he got deeper and I felt some new sensations. Mike began shaking. "With all that cum in this boys ass, I can't control it." He explained. Scooter was next. "It's a tunnel of cum!" Scooter cried. "I can't believe you are still so tight with that river of cum in you chute. My cock is surfing on a sea of jiz!" He rammed me in his best redneck style, but I was so open, excited and filled with man juice, I didn't mind. Scooter rammed my prostate over and over again until I shot off. Hands free and happy! He popped at the same time and we all collapsed on the grass. "You are an honorary, bonafide, genuine member of the team now." Willy said. "Who invented this little ritual?" Uncle Jake asked. "I did." Scooter said, still breathing hard. "How long have you been doing this?" Norm asked. "Well. Actually, today is the first." Scooter said. Everyone laughed. "But I do think we may try it again." I was getting late so we all jumped in the pond and cleaned up and the wrestling team prepared to leave. They were expected back in town. Bobby was awake when we got back, but feeling poorly. He was stiff as a board and aching from top to bottom. Jake called his doctor and described the bruises. The doctor told Jake to bring Bobby in for some X-Rays, so Jake and Scooter went to the hospital with Bobby and the wrestlers returned to town. Will and I got dinner ready. Jim gave Wilbur a detailed description of the afternoons games. "Let's get this straight. Exactly how many guys fucked you Brother Clyde?" "Precisely and exactly five." I said. "But two were so fast, I think they may not count as a full fledged fuck." "Clyde. I hate to contradict you but as a full professor at a university I can assure you that it is the number of cocks in you ass, not duration that counts!" Jim said smiling. "As a future high school drop out, I agree!" Wilbur said. We all laughed. "I will never play Florence Nightingale again." The phone rang and it was Jake who said that Bobby was alright. Cracked ribs but no internal damage. Painful but not fatal. They were going to keep Bobby in the hospital overnight for observation. Jake said he would be back in a half hour. We were all relieved as we finished dinner preparations. Jake returned and dinner was festive, we all felt relaxed. Jim mentioned Wilbur's comments about dropping out of high school, and Jake made his opinions on that really clear. We all were tired by this time and went to bed. All four of us fit snugly into Jake's King size so I volunteered to sleep on the couch. Jake said they wanted the company. I fell asleep immediately and woke up a few hours later. There was a heavy rain storm outside and Jim was snoring up a storm. Jake was a wake. "Are you alright?" He whispered. "You took a lot of cock today." "Sure. It was great." "I can't believe you are a cum hound and a size queen." Jake said. "You looked like you really enjoyed Mike." "I seem to like them big." I said and I played with Jake's horse dick. It came to attention as I touched it. "Real big." "I can't believe you are still horny!" Jake said. I snuggled a bit closer. He didn't seem to mind. As he had said, naked excited men can't hide their feelings so he felt my hard cock and knew the lay of the land. Jim had rolled over and was at my back. He wasn't asleep any more. "I really would like to feel your cock again, Jake." I said. That sample yesterday was too quick." I was ready for hot time. ""Sorry Clyde. You need to get some rest, and so do I." Jake said. "At some point this urge to get fucked suggests a lack of control." "You think six or seven guys in a day is too much?" I asked "Well. Just let's say that I think it should be a special occasion. Not your every day garden variety sexual experience." Jake rolled over and went back to sleep. I was trying to figure out how to get Jim's cock in my ass, but fell asleep instead. I woke at seven and had a raging hard-on. Jake was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready and Wilbur was taking a shower. Jim saw my predicament and deep throated me. Jim was a master cock sucker. He knew what to do and when to slow up. I thought I would shoot of immediately, but every time I go to the edge, he slowed and let me cool down. I really wanted to shoot, and thought that my balls might explode if there was any more cum in them, but he kept me just short of ejaculation. "Clyde." Jim said. "I was thinking that it would be nice if you saved yourself for Bobby when he gets back from the hospital." He stopped sucking. That was not what I had been hoping for, but I guessed that our playtime was over. "Go take a shower and cool down." I did what I was told. After the shower breakfast was ready, then I went with Jake to get Bobby. Getting him out of the hospital was a chore, but we did it and Bobby was feeling a lot better. He was moving slowly. He was more careful but not in pain. The doctor told Jake that Bobby shouldn't go for a long ride in a car for a week or so, so Jake decided to keep Bobby with us for a week when Jim returned on Monday. Bobby wanted to go home, he had classes to teach, but Jake was firm, and Jim said he could cover the classes. "No use dying over a minor traffic accident. You can stay here for a rest cure at Jake's Mountain Spa!" The phone then rang. It was Scooter who said that the rental car had returned early and was available if Jim wanted it. Jim wanted to get back, so Jake and Wilbur took him into town to get the car, and I played nurse with Bobby. I told him of all of our adventures of the last two days. "Jim made you save a load for me?" He asked at the end of the story. "He sure did, it's just perculating in my balls this very minute." "I've got some cum slow cooking in the in the cock pot myself." Bobby said. "But for the life of me, I can't figure out how to shoot it with out hurting myself. Every time I move it hurts." "Were there's a will, there's a way." I said. "What hurts worst?" "Everything. Just about everything." "Any way you feel comfortable? I asked. "I slept flat on my back last night and that felt good." Bobby said. That sounded like a good start to me so I helped him out of his clothes and he laid down on the carpet. "At least your cock is un bruised!" I remarked. "But that's about it!" I got his cock in my mouth. He liked it. "Shit Bobby. I didn't think a cock could get so hard so fast." He had inflated like a balloon, and when I pulled off he must have oozed a table spoonful of pre cum. He was excited. I knew he wanted to suck me too, but we tried a few positions but Bobby blanched with pain. Finally I got into the 69 position but with me doing a push up so that only my mouth came in contact with his cock and mine with his. This was an unqualified success. I could suck him and he me without applying any pressure to his body. Push up aren't my favorite form of exercise but I guessed I could hold out for a while. I didn't know how long go before my arms gave out. I was in complete control since Bobby couldn't move. He began to shoot, and that pushed me over the edge. I was surprised at the length of my orgasm, I just shot and shot and shot. Bobby took it all. I only had his head in my mouth when he came. I was an odd sensation to have only our mouths and cock head in contact. Bobby would run his tongue around the edge of my cock head then force his tongue into the slit to intercept the next spurt. I had never had so much sensation coming from one, small spot before. It was great.