Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2010 18:18:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Randolph and his Pals 6 Uncle Rudolph and his Pals 6 by Bald Hairy Man This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. Oliver came by at noon the next day and we had a simple lunch. He knew Rudolph well and knew his collecting habits. Oliver was afraid I was unaware of the value of the collections. I think he had a vision of me sending museum quality things to Goodwill. I assumed he was interested is some of the items for his museum. Oliver had no ulterior motives. His museum collected antiquities and nothing in Rudolph's collections was the right period. He knew which museums were interested and would appreciate the collections. He moved in circles a tier or two higher than Calvin's antique store. He also knew which museums might actually display the items. I hadn't known that most museums had most of their collections in storage. His knowledge of the museum world was encyclopedic. Oliver had a deep bass voice that was unexpected in such a small man. During the conversation I came to understand Oliver was very close to Rudolph. I knew Randolph was friendly with many men, but I hadn't known he had special friends. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but it was exciting to see you at the Folio Club. You are remarkably like Rudolph," he said. "You are a younger version of him." "I'm a geek!" I protested. "Rudolph was a geek before there were geeks," Oliver replied. "Why do you think he made all that money? He was a brilliant engineer, but more importantly he was a fixer, a problem solver. When a company encountered a problem, they called Rudy. He could fix it. He was also a late bloomer sexually. He didn't get into sex until he was in his mid thirties." "Apparently he made up for lost time," I remarked. "Rudolph never did anything half way," Oliver said. "He got me out of my shell. When I'm naked I'm more like a circus freak than a human being." "You sure were naked yesterday," I said. "That was Rudolph's doing too. The Folio Club members are open minded. My family use to vacation at the shore. That was a nightmare for me. I was the chimp, the midget, or the missing link. Rudolph was the first man to really make love to me," Oliver said. He paused. "He's the only man to make love to me. I can get naked, but I can't have sex with others watching. I lose it when I have sex. I feel too exposed in a group." Oliver looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "When I saw you naked and hard I couldn't believe it. I thought I'd never see Rudolph's cock again," he said. I'm not the most perceptive man in the world, but I knew what he was feeling. He hoped he would rediscover the passion he felt with my Uncle, but he knew it was a long shot, and he was prepared for disappointment. I think he expected disappointment, but couldn't help but hope. "Are you telling me you are horny as hell?" I asked and then I smiled. "You can tell?" he said. "I was hoping we might have a nostalgia fuck. I just hoped I could feel the way I did when he was alive one more time." "I didn't know anything about this aspect of Rudolph's life until a few weeks ago. He was just Uncle Rudolph to me," I said. "Do you think we might try to do things they way he did? I'd like to try to feel what he felt." Oliver was the happiest man in the world. We went to Rudolph's bedroom and stripped. He went to a side table and pulled out a tube of lubricant and poppers. He knew where everything was. The second I was naked, Oliver was sucking my cock. From there on, it was automatic pilot. Oliver worshiped my cock. Truthfully speaking he worshiped my cock, balls and eventually my hole. He rimmed me, and then surprised me when popped his cock through my sphincter and deep into my ass. It was effortless, but left me gasping for breath. I had focused on Oliver's hairy body, but as he sucked me, his cock came to life. It was wonderful. I was on my way to the moon. "This is the way I use to do it with Rudolph," he murmured. It was so good. I could hardly think. I had no idea what his cock was like or why it felt so good. Waves of pleasure engulfed me. Fortunately he knew when I was near my limit and pulled out. I was able to breathe again, but it took only a few minutes before I wanted him in my ass again. Oliver possessed a huge, bloated cock head on a meaty shaft. He used my prostate as a punching bag. Every thrust was a bull's eye. "Let me try something else Rudy liked," he said. He piled up pillows and had me lie on them with my legs spread. Oliver sat facing me and eased his cock into my ass. My legs draped over his, so I was completely impaled. From this position he could play with my cock and balls as well as watch me react. "Just relax and let me do the work. Rudolph loved this. The only thing you need to do is ooze, spurt and enjoy," Oliver whispered. He poured some lubricant on my cock and began to stroke it. His knob rested against my prostate. He made little movements that rubbed the tender organ sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I moaned. "Before I met Rudy, I was embarrassed at my sexual reactions. Somehow I thought if you showed your emotions it was unmanly," Oliver continued. "I thought men would look down on me if the knew how much I loved it. When you are as short and hairy as me, you really want to be accepted by other men. I was embarrassed to be me; I always felt I was a carnival side show. Rudolph liked me and we became friends. He taught me to accept what I was and go with it." By this time the combined fucking and stroking got to be too intense and I shot off. This pleased Oliver to no end. He slowly pulled away and then licked up the cock caviar splattered all over my body. I rested and he licked. I was surprised when I started to get hard again. It was a spectacular orgasm, and I thought I was done of the day. Apparently, my cock had other plans. He had seemed like a sexually driven pet monkey. From the start I knew I could have him if I wanted. He was available. If I wanted a sex slave, he was willing. If I wanted to use him and toss him a way, that was possible. As he licked up the remaining drops of sperm on my chest. I knew he was desperate to re establish the relationship he had with Uncle Rudolph. He would do anything to achieve that. I had no interest in any of that. I liked sex with men, not slaves and even less with boy toys. I got annoyed with him when he was licking my tits. My tits do nothing for me at all. They seemed to excite him. All was well when his cock was in my ass. Now I was irritated. I pulled him away from them and held him tight to keep him from going back. At some time while I held him Oliver turned into a human being. He stopped being a circus freak. More than that he turned into a sexually desirable man. I felt his heart beating at a frantic pace. I had one arm around his chest, and the other on his ass. Both were furry and it was almost like petting a dog. The irritation vanished and affection replaced it. He relaxed and I relaxed. We relaxed, but our cocks didn't. My finger strayed to his hole and discovered Oliver was lubricated. I rolled him over and mounted him. He was both tight and willing. He took my cock as easily as I took his. I could feel the excitement as I slipped deep into Oliver's small body. It was lovely. We became friends. Oliver was always available, willing to go out to dinner or go to a movie. He was always ready to get naked and jump into bed. If I had a problem seeing him as a real man, he had a problem seeing me as Dolph and not a reincarnation of my uncle. We worked it out. Several days later I had surprise call from cousin Arthur. I normally only saw Arthur at funerals and weddings. He hadn't been at Rudolph's funeral, and I assumed he was dead. He was younger than Rudolph but ten or twelve years older than me and was in bad health. Actually there was a question about that. My Mom, who tended to be charitable, thought Arthur was a hypochondriac. His mother had the problem and she babied him. His mother died several years earlier and I hadn't heard for him since. Arthur had been on a cruise to Alaska and had just heard of Rudolph's death. He was in town and wanted to come over. I said sure. I hadn't seen him in five years, and when I did see him, his mother hovered over him. He seemed to live in her shadow. He was thin and almost emaciated. His mother said he had an eating disorder. I didn't recognize him when he knocked on the door. He was tanned, rested and had filled out. He was bald, but had a neatly trimmed beard. He looked a bit like a Victorian dandy, elegant and dapper. I didn't expect that at all. Apparently his mother's death suited him. That was very close to being the truth. I thought he would fall apart when his mother died, I was wrong; he bloomed. We talked and he was cheerful. "I'm afraid I'm a lazy man. It was always easier to go along with Mother than to fight her. Dad told me it was hopeless anyway. He was the master of the go with the flow approach to dealing with her. I did get away once and a while, mostly by visiting Cousin Rudolph," Arthur explained. "I have discovered Rudolph had quite a different life when he was not at family reunions," I said. Arthur knew exactly what I was referring to. "I hope you weren't shocked?" he asked. "Yes and no," I replied. "It's always surprise to discover someone you thought you knew was a different person. I could never believe my parents had sex, and even less that they enjoyed it. I saw them as Mom and Dad, not a normal human beings. Rudolph was my favorite uncle, not a man who had normal sexual needs and interests." "Well he had those, but I'm pretty sure he was quite a bit more enthusiastic about fulfilling them than most men," Arthur observed. "Were you shocked?" I asked of him. "To be completely truthful, I was far too excited by his lifestyle to even remotely be shocked," Arthur said. "My life was exceeding conventional and safe. Mother protected me from everything she regarded as a danger. You know her parents died when she was young, so she wanted to spare me from any threats. I don't think she understood that being safe and being alive aren't the same thing. I went through the motions, but never experienced real living." "Well, since I have met some of Rudolph's friends, my experiences have made a turn for the better," I said. "I wasn't a monk, but sex was greatly limited. I sure know more now." Arthur smiled. "When I was 32 I spent a weekend with Rudolph," he said. "I don't think that Paul on the road to Damascus ever experienced a more total conversion. Rudolph slept nude. I walked by his bedroom on my way to the bathroom and saw him. Truthfully, I didn't know you could sleep nude. If they made pajama overcoats mother would have bought one for me. She was afraid of chills." "Well, seeing Rudolph nude gave me another kind of chills," Arthur continued. "I woke up a few more times and checked him out just to make sure it hadn't been a dream. It was real. When I officially got up, I saw him walking back from the bathroom, naked and unashamed. He jokingly apologized for the lax dress code. I said it was not a problem. "I bet your mother wouldn't have approved," I said. "I've had a similar experience since I came here. Rudolph's friends are most convincing. They all seemed to recommend his approach to sex." Someone rang the doorbell. It was Robert, the art historian, Dutch and Jim. Robert and Jim knew Arthur well. I soon realized the meeting wasn't accidental. Cousin Arthur and these men were pals. Jim invited Arthur and me to dinner at his house. I had been to a nude party at Robert's house before, so I had a good guess what that would be like. We went to Jim's house at six. It was a nude party as before. Arthur and I went to the bedroom to strip. Naked Arthur was a surprise. He was well tanned now and not pasty they way he was when his mother was alive. He was also hung like Trigger. I hadn't guessed that. We to the pool; three men I didn't know were playing in the water. When they saw Arthur they bellowed greetings and got out to see him. Arthur introduced them. "Dolph, this is Maxwell, Luke and Matt, they are all old friends of mine and of your Uncle. Dolph is my cousin and was Rudolph's favorite nephew." They were a mismatched group. Maxwell was a huge black man with a white beard. Luke was no more than five feet tall and hairy like a gorilla. Matt was a Gabby Hayes look alike. They shared one characteristic; they, like Arthur, were hung. Maxwell was thick, long and uncut. Luke had a thin, long white snake and Matt was cut and thick with a massive knob. I must have stared. "Do you like what you see?" Maxwell asked in a deep, bass voice. "I sure do, but you men must be use to that," I replied. They laughed. "Maybe we would be if we could walk around naked all the time," Luke said. "With clothes on we aren't exactly stud magnets." "Are you a size queen?" Matt asked. "I don't think so, but I'd be willing to give it a try," I replied. We all smiled Robert, Dutch and Jim joined us. "Dolph isn't exactly new to man sex, but he is not that experienced," Robert said. "He is full service, but I'm not sure he had accommodated anyone of your level of endowment." We had drinks and talked. They all knew each other well and caught up on old times. Robert, Dutch and I were the smallest men there, and we all had above average endowments. I sat on a lawn chair and when Maxwell talked with me standing up, his organ was a mouth level. It seemed only polite to take a lick. His massive knob parted the thick foreskin slightly and my tongue encountered the odd mixture of chlorine and pre cum. His cock immediately responded to my tongue's touch. It got more impressive as it grew. The conversation continued as we got aroused, no one objected or even commented. Robert announced dinner was ready and I gave up my exploration of Maxwell's cock. Dinner was superb. It was simple but satisfying. Arthur was close to all of the men and I realized while his mother babied him, he had another life with these men. I had never been able to understand how he tolerated his mother. Now I understood. After dinner we returned to the pool. To put it crudely, I was the only new meat there and was the focus of attention. Robert whispered in my ear that they were all tops. "We would all like to play with you," he said. "Are you willing?" "Ready, willing and able," I replied. I meant to say no, but that's not want I said. "There is a sling in the next room," he said. "Have you been in a sling? It is comfortable." Technically, what happened next was a gang bang, but that suggests something very different than what I felt. It was if I was a cherished toy of a bunch of children. They wanted to play with me, but made sure they didn't break it. They each took a turn, starting with the most modest cock and slowly stretching me open I had primer in anal sex and each man had a distinctive and memorable approach to fucking me. We covered the range of anal sex from man ramming to butterfly kisses. Maxwell the big black man was a delicate and considerate lover. Jim was as big as Maxwell, but was more enthusiastic than gentle. Fortunately, Arthur and his friends were all into edging. They wanted the most genital connection before the orgasms. That was good for all of us. Arthur asked me if I objected to have a cousin's cock in my ass. I told him I had no problem. He then asked me if I minded taking some of the family man seed. I said no. "The first day Rudolph screwed me, I couldn't get enough of it," Arthur said. "He let me fuck him first. He said his prostate needed a nice sperm bath. I was shocked at the very idea. I had no idea I could feel so much. His ass lips opened wide and swallowed my cock with no effort. I unloaded three times before I was too tired to do it again. You know Rudolph was a good sport." "It was his turn and he took his time. I was worn out and offered no resistance. I think he spent an hour and a half in my ass," Arthur continued. "Again I couldn't believe it was so good?" he lubricated his cock and eased it into me. It was lovely. Curiously, while Maxwell seemed relaxed and casual, he was the first man to shoot in me. I could feel his man seed pumping into me. He pulled out slowly, as if he wanted to spend more time in my ass. Robert made a quick visit to my hole an deposited his contribution. Jim then returned. By now my ass was well stretched and his pounding was easier and much more pleasurable. My semen filled ass must have excited him and he soon climaxed. Matt took his turn. Matt's cock was mostly a mushroom-like knob, but the shaft had a curve. He popped in and them every thrust made a bull's eye hit on my prostate. At first it was just an interesting feeling for me, but with repetition it got to be much more than interesting. It was intensely pleasurable, but not going to push me to an orgasm. I could just relax. He traded places with Luke, whose long thin member was good too.