Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 19:44:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Jake 8 Uncle Jake 8 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. It turned out to be a good week with me and Bobby playing from time to time. He was considerate and helpful, and after three days he could help around the house and even cooked some, while Jake, Wilbur and I worked. Jim returned on Friday and picked him up, but they promised to be at the next monthly get together. After all the sex of the first few weeks with Jake, we settled down a bit. Will and I played together and sometimes Jake joined in, but it was more relaxed and it all became comfortable. Will was becoming interested in cars, so Jake let him work several days a week with Scooter in an informal apprenticeship. It was pretty clear that Will and Scooter were good together, and while I thought we had no mechanical ability at all, I was wrong. When we are taught by a guy with a big cock who likes to use it, we can learn a lot. Scooter was a white-water rafter, and offered to take Wilbur along on a trip. Will jumped at this opportunity, and the two men left for a weekend. When Will left, I discovered I was lonely. I know it sounds stupid, but Will and I had almost never been apart, never for a whole day. It seemed unnatural to be alone without my twin. It was one of those things that never had occurred to me. I spent the day working with Jake, then came home to find the house empty. It was difficult to talk to Jake, because I expected Wilbur to be there to fill in the gaps in the conversation. I thought I was being cool about it, but Jake noticed. "You miss Wilbur?" He asked. "No, I'm fine." "Have you ever been without him?" "I don't think so." I said. "But I'm fine." "You know. I was lost when Alice died." Jake said. "It hadn't been a good marriage in a long time, but she was always there. Nagging and complaining, but she was always there. You and Will get along as well as any two people I have ever met. It's natural to feel odd when he isn't here." I guessed he was right. We talked awhile and I felt better. It was unusually cool that night with a Canadian cold front dominating weather. Cool and clear. That night we took a long shower to warm up and then jumped into bed. The bedroom was a bit cool and it was comfortable to be close. Again I felt odd. I had never been alone with Jake. Sex had always been a group recreational activity with Will, Jake and me. We had all played together many times and it had always been fun but never intimate. I was feeling lonely so I snuggled up to Jake in bed. I remembered having been frightened of him when we first arrived. He was so big, hairy and horse hung he seemed more animal than man. "Jake. Why is it we've never fucked?" I asked. "What do you mean, Clyde? I popped in your ass a week or two ago." "I thought you were just being polite." I said laughing. He laughed too. "I've watched you suck and fuck and get fucked by your friends, but it isn't the same with me." "I think of my old friends as more than fuck buddies. We've been enjoying each others company for years. You are my nephews. I think of you and Wilbur as students. I don't mind teaching you a thing or two, but it seems odd to do more." Jake said. "You're kids." I had my hand on his balls, and he was responding. "I would love to feel you cock in my ass. Just let it slip in nice and slow." I said. "Just think of it as giving me a lesson." Jake's mind wasn't very enthusiastic, but his cock had different ideas. I had different ideas too. "Can we just 69 for a while?" I asked. Jake agreed reluctantly. Jake said I was a cum hound, but I had a suspicion that he liked it too. The taste of pre cum oozing from a cock is a real turn on for me. Jake was primed and ready to play and after a lick or two of his cock he was oozing buckets. I could feel him responding to my cock. The pre cum must have had the same effect on him. He became down right enthusiastic. He inhaled my cock, then balls and spread my legs so he could get at my ass. He rolled on top of me and gave my ass a tongue fuck. Jake's cock is huge and while he worked up my cock, balls and hole, I concentrated on his massive meat, mostly the head and the rim that separates it from the shaft. And the slit. It was almost a half inch wide and I could get my tongue in deep. The skin inside the piss channel was really tender and Jake always responded. He suddenly changed positions and his cock was at my hole. "Fuck me!" I whispered and he began forcing the blunt cock head through the pucker. I had slobbered a lot on the head so it was sort of lubricated. He stopped as he got the entire head inside the sphincter. I was stretched to the limit, and he was rock hard. He slipped the head in and out a few times and massaged my hole with the head. I tried to grab it, but I couldn't. I was too stretched. "Get it all in there!" I cried. "Don't tease me!" He thrust in and the entire horse cock filled me. I just moaned in pleasure. As the cock hit my prostate, it sent out wave after wave of intense feeling. I was on my back with my legs pinned between me and Jake. I was overwhelmed by sexual excitement and by feelings of love for Jake. I am not much of a kisser, but I wanted to kiss him. He rolled me over and left me on top still skewered on his cock. I sat back on it, straddling him and raised up and then settled back. This must have hit the spot for Jake. He told me to do it again. I felt as if I was melting on Jake's cock, merging together. Jim's monster cock had left me tense and afraid to move since it might hurt. I just relaxed and draped my self on Jake's meat. Every movement was enjoyable. If he twitched, I felt the pleasure. If I moved, he moaned in ecstacy. Jake pulled me off it and made me rest. I realized that he needed the break. He was breathing really hard. A minute later he told me to get on my hands and knees and he fucked me doggy style. I can't describe how good it felt. He didn't hit a good spot. Every spot was a good spot. The curve of his blunt club cock must have been exactly the same as my ass's anatomy. I was great from the moment the head entered until he had his pubic hair at my ass. We fucked like rabbits the entire night. It was Saturday, but we took the morning off to recover. Jake later told me that he was shocked at the intensity of feeling he had. He hadn't expected it, or actually even wanted it. But it was wonderful. He had always been a bit apart and aloof from us. I knew that the liked sex, but didn't really know how much. It had seemed like a game to him. The night before had been different. Wilbur wasn't going to be back until the next day so I figured I would have another night alone with Jake to my self. He must have screwed me ten times that night, and every time it was just as exciting and pleasurable. My plans changed when Herb arrived. He just drove up, unannounced and uninvited. Herb's wife had been suddenly called out of town, and he was a free man for 18 hours, he explained. He was hoping for a chance for a sleep over. He sounded a little sheepish about asking for this. I couldn't figure out why since he had been a regular visitor here and was anything but shy about sex with men. "No problem." Jake said. "Will is out of town with Scooter and Clyde here is feeling a bit lonely. He would like another man in the bed." I was actually hoping for a solo session with Jake, but I didn't want to be un polite, and I liked Herb. Herb went to his car to get an overnight bag and a case of beer. "Don't look disappointed, boy!" Jake said. "We'll have a good time." "Not as good as last night!" I said. "I wouldn't bet the farm on that." Jake said, sounding a bit annoyed. Herb returned and we settled down for a quiet afternoon of the opera. Herb wasn't an opera fan so Jake suggested that we go for a swim. The opera was real important to him, and he didn't mind listening alone without interruption. We went off to the pond. We stripped, jumped in the water and played. The night before had been cool, but the day was hot and the water felt good. Herb was like a kid in the water, and we played like ten year olds. I had a great time. I had been trying to be grown up for so long, it was nice to be a kid again, and Herb was a great playmate. He also worked on teaching me how to swim. Will could swim, but it never made any sense to me. After an hour or so, I understood why Herb was a teacher, a good teacher. The way he explained it and showed me how to do it just made sense. I finally swam across the pond in my first, genuinely non dog paddle strokes. It felt natural. After the lesson we sat on the bank and talked. " How long have you known Jake?" I asked. "It must be fifteen years now. We had a mutual friend." "Gay?" "Maybe, maybe not. He was the art teacher at the school. Not a man's man, but a nice guy, a good teacher. I knew him from school. Jake knew him through the Presbyterian Church. I think they taught the high school Sunday School class." "What happened?" "Mel was married and had two kids, but was a touch effeminate. Someone in the school started a rumor that he was gay and had the hots for one of his students. I am sure I know who did it. A bitch in heat who liked to come on to the male teachers and cause trouble. She didn't take rejection well." Herb paused. "The rumor started and resulted in an anonymous letter being sent to the principal. An "I think you should know" sort of thing." "The same letter was sent to a local preacher who was trying to make a name for himself. Mel was called into the office and confronted. He denied everything. The principal took him at his word, and the matter dropped until the preacher, may he burn in Hell forever, sent a letter to the newspaper. He didn't name names but threatened to make a scandal if the school wasn't saved from depravity. The principal called Mel up and asked him to come into the office the next day." "Mel never made it. His wife was away that night, her sister was having a baby and he was alone. He killed himself that night." "Oh shit!" I said. "Most people were afraid even to go to the funeral. Not Jake. He and Alice and his Sunday School class and their parents were there. Damn few from the High School. Me and the principal." "You met him at the funeral?" I asked. "Yes and talked with him for the first time Mel's house afterwards. He was helping the widow get her affairs settled. We hit it off immediately. A week later he sent a letter of tribute to the paper. Cunningly wrote. Sometimes good men can't over come the power of evil and cowardliness was they way he ended it. He was the only man brave enough to be public." "What happed to the family?" "She moved to Richmond and remarried. I think Jake got her the job. It was with a lumber company. Her new husband was a friend of his. The preacher man left town, and I will bet is leading men astray in a corrugated metal temple of Christ somewhere. It was a dismal affair." Herb concluded. "How did you find out you were both gay?" "I was in the hospital visiting a student with a broken leg and I ran into him leaving. Alice was sick for the first time and he had been visiting. I asked him over for lunch. My wife was out of town and I was playing bachelor. He said he couldn't since he had to take care of the dogs at home, but would I like to come out to the country for lunch with him. I accepted and came over." "We had lunch, he showed me around the place and we came here to the pond. I was babbling on about skinny dipping in the old swimming hole when I was a kid and he said he still did it. We ended up in the water. We ended up where we are right now with his cock in my mouth." Herb said. "And you are still fuck buddies?" I asked. Herb looked offended. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend." I said. "That's all right. I think that we are lovers, not fuck buddies." Herb said. "Do you know the difference?" I felt a bit odd and told him about last night. "Affection and intense sexual attraction and feelings are a hard combination to beat. Aren't they?" Herb said. "They sure are!" I replied. " But the other guys?" "Fuck buddies!" Herb laughed. "We are some really good friends but it's always for fun; it's not true love. Do you think it's wrong to be playmates?" "I don't know why it would be." I said. "When we were kids, it was ok to play. It's not like anyone is going to get pregnant." "Are you in love with your brother?" "Shit no!" I said. "I love my brother, and I like to play with him, but it ain't the same!" "That's the way I feel about the other guys." Herb said. "I love them as friends, I love to play together, but I'm not in love with them. We all enjoy each others company and we all help each other out when we need help." "Well, the opera must be about over, let's get back home." I said. We wandered back and Jake was on the porch wearing only shorts. "I hope you boys have something left in your balls for desert tonight!" He bellowed. "We still got full load Uncle Jake!" I yelled back. "But I can swim! No cock this afternoon." "I can't believe you can show that much restraint." Jake said. "You must be getting more mature." "If I get any more mature, I'll be in a walker!" Herb cried. "It was an afternoon of learning experiences." "I meant the boy. You fool!" Jake yelled while laughing. "You said my cock matured several years ago. How far behind can my mind be?" I said. "I know some guys whose minds..." Both Jake and Herb said the same thing. "Never caught up with their cocks?" I completed the sentence. We all laughed. The rest of the afternoon was relaxed. For the first time that I had been with adults I felt like an adult. I was one of the guys, not a kid trying to pass as a man. We talked about my swimming lesson, and about Mel and the events of fifteen years before. There was a pause in the conversation. "Jake, I hate to sound crude, but unless I get my rocks off some, I'm going to blow up." Herb said. "I need some pressure relief." "That sounds good to me." Jake said. "I feel a little build up here myself. Did Clyde tell you that we did quite a bit of relieving last night?" "As a mater of fact he did mention it was a good night." Herb said. "Would you mind if he joined us?" Jake asked. "I was hoping he might. As long as you spend equal time in each of our asses!" Herb said. "That, I think can be arranged." Jake sad. "Are you game, Clyde?" "Shit yes!" I said. Neither man seemed to be surprised at my response. We went to the shower, cleaned up and relaxed. The next ten or twelve hours were very good. We broke for dinner but the rest of the time was continuous pleasure. I wasn't exactly a virgin then, and I guess after two months at Jake's house I had more sex than some men get in their entire lives. But there had always been an urge to get hard, fuck or get fucked and then shoot. There was no pressure to shoot, no need to rush, lots of love and affection. No one had to ask permission or find out if it was all right. If I felt a cock at my ass, I opened wide so it would be easier to slip in. If there happened to be a cock near my mouth, I sucked it. I lost count of the number of times that Jake or Herb were in my ass. When I got older, I found some guys who just like to kiss and cuddle. I don't mind that, but a kiss is a lot deeper if a cock is caressing your prostate. I know that for a fact. I was sucking Jake when he took Herb's cock and tasted Jake's reaction as he oozed pre cum in response. I was pretty familiar with Jake's cock and his pre cum and I thought Herb must have made Jake ooze double his normal. You can't fake pre cum. I guessed it was true love. I sucked Herb's cock while Jake fucked me. Herb gave him advice as to how he could screw me better and make me feel more. Herb must have known just about there was everything to know about being fucked by Jake, and his ideas were great. Jake and Herb kissed while Jake fucked and I sucked the man juice from Herb's cock Herb was a leaker, and I loved it. When Herb came in my mouth, he pulled away, and Jake French kissed me. We shared Herb's seed. It was oddly affectionate and loving, but all sexual .It wasn't all three of us all the time. I fell asleep woke to find Jake snoring and Herb wide awake. We went into the main room and after a little warm up I was in his ass. I had been there before in the daisy chain, but this time Herb's chute was a sex organ. He could squeeze and contract his chute and pelvis to do remarkable things to my embedded meat. He massaged my cock, and I just let he do any thing he wanted. I had shot several times already so I was in no hurry, and Herb wasn't either. I almost must have been in a trance when I felt Jake's cock ram me. I was totally unprepared. It didn't hurt. There was enough cum and pre cum and lube in my ass from earlier in the night, but the transition form a dreamy state to crazed sex pig was almost instantaneous. "You like fucking my lover, Clyde?" Jake asked. "I sure do, Jake." I said, hoping it wasn't a trick question. "He's good. I see you are give Jake your special ass massage." Jake said to Herb. "Herb has only done that for me, Clyde." "It's great, Jake" I said. "God your hard! I can't last long with you that hard." "I can feel your cock as you ram Clyde." Herb gasped. "He reacts every time to hit him hard." "That's they way I want it to be. I'm making love to you with Clyde's cock." Jake said. He was kissing my neck and ears and playing with my tits. I liked the idea of being Jake's cock, especially when Jake's horse meat was doing some inspiring in my ass. I tried to coordinate my thrusts with Jake. Jake rammed me as I rammed Herb and Herb contracted his ass. We made a perfectly coordinated screwing machine. Jake shot first, me next then Herb covered my chest with sperm. We didn't break apart at first. Herb continued to milk my meat. I thought he was just being considerate. But I noticed that he continued to spurt cum as he milked me, so I figured he liked it too. Jake's monster deflated a bit, so I tried to tighten up my chute. It worked. Jake moaned. We finally broke apart and got to bed. There were no combinations we didn't try that evening except for one. My cock had never been in Jake's ass. That would change the next morning.