Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2005 17:58:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bobby 2

Bobby 2

By Bald Hairy Man.

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.


The next day was filled with activity. Planning a funeral is difficult
under any circumstance, but planning one for a not well-liked murder victim
is doubly difficult.  Uncle Billy and my Aunt Sarah were a great
help. Bobby was lost, but he took the lead from them. Sarah and I needed to
go to the trailer to get some clothes for the body. Bobby didn't want to go
back.

I called Officer Reynolds to see if that was all right. He said it
was. Bobby's Dad had admitted to the murder.  He said it was an accident,
but he had killed her all right.  There was nothing in the trailer of use
to the Police. Reynolds said he would meet us at the trailer park and make
sure we weren't bothered.

"Why would anyone bother us?" I asked.

"I'm afraid the Misty Acres Trailer Park is near the bottom of the Trailer
park food chain," he replied. "Some people will be curious, other will be
looking for something to take."

"I was there once," I said. "Pretty slim pickings."

"I'll bet that's not the way they see it at Misty Acres," Reynolds said.
When we got there, I was glad he was there.  I went to get Bobby's clothes
and some personal things for him. Sarah went looking for her clothes.  She
was killed in the living room. Reynolds went in before us and covered the
bloody sofa with a blanket.

The place was a wreck.  I noticed the television was gone and some other
electrical equipment had been obviously removed.  The cable connection was
ripped from the wall.  The only neat area in the place was Bobby room. It
was orderly and clean.

I put Bobby's clothes into a box, and looked for things he might need. He
had a blue blazer and grey pants he could wear to the funeral. Aunt Sarah
didn't have much luck in Bobby's mother's closet.

"Her tastes were . . . " she murmured.  The closet was filled with
polyester leopard prints.  Everything was loud, cheap and worn. She was in
a quandary.  Office Reynolds came in and resolved the problem.

"Ma'am, I saw the body," he said.  "It won't be an open coffin."  Aunt
Sarah settled for something clean.  I made a call to Bobby and asked if
there was anything he wanted.

"There's nothing in that place I want," he replied.

"No happy memories there?" I asked.

"None."

As we left, a young couple came up to us. "How's Bobby doing?" the man
asked in a strong South West Virginia drawl.

"He's doing as well as can be expected," I said.

"When's the funeral?" he asked.  I gave him the information. There was
going to be grave side service the next day.

"We'll be there," he said.  "I'm Bubba Malloy. Bobby's a nice guy."

"Bubba doesn't want to say it, but we're interested in the trailer, if
Bobby wants to sell it," the woman said. "I'm Maggie Malloy. We could give
him $3,000.00 now, and a couple thousand more later."

"We really need a place," Bubba said. "It ain`t much, but we've had some
bad times. We're sharing a place with my sister."

I told them I'd talk to Bobby about it. We went by the funeral home and
dropped off the clothes then I took Aunt Sarah home. I got back to my house
by 3:00.  There were two cars and a RV in front of the house.  Bobby's
relatives had arrived. They were a mixed bag.

An aunt was there.  Aunt Ella was Bobby's mother's sister and it was clear
they didn't get along. She was here because she had to be.  She must have
had the worst case of Baptist Church Lady I had even encountered.
Fortunately she left after a half hour.

There were two young men, Denny and Rollo who were related to Bobby's
father.  They were good friends of Bobby.  The rest of the group was made
up of three men who were Billy's cousins.  Two older ones, Alvis and Jud,
were big bearded mountain men. They were dressed up in suits, but that
clearly wasn't their normal attire.  They were with a somewhat younger man
named Cal.  He was their nephew.  The two groups of relatives didn't know
each other.  Bobby was the only connection.

It was a miss-matched group, but they seemed to get along well. Bobby use
to spend his summers in the country and they were friends.  Aunt Sarah
appeared with her minister and they went over the details of the funeral.
The minister was diplomatic and was really nice to Bobby. All of the men
were polite and differential to her and she approved of them.  The service
would be at two the next afternoon.

After Aunt Sarah and the Minister left, the mood lightened
considerably. Alvis and Cal went off to get some beer and pizza. I hadn't
intended to entertain so many guys at the house, but Bobby looked so
relieved to have friends near by, I let it go.

It got relaxed as the evening wore on. Usually being a non relative in a
group of relations is uncomfortable, but not with this group.  They were
all out going and appreciated my helping Bobby out. No one drank too much,
but the atmosphere did get casual.  Somehow, after a while, I began to
think these guys were more than just friends.  The seemed really close.  I
don't know if Gaydar exists, but I sure felt some vibes.  I offered to let
them stay at the house for the night if they didn't mind sleeping on the
floor.

Alvis and Jud had the RV and they had an extra bed in it. Cal could stay
with them. That only left the two cousins, Denny and Rollo. Bobby said they
could stay in his room, if I didn't mind.  He winked at me, when he did
that and I figured there wouldn't be much sleeping in that room.

Rollo was slim and wiry.  He looked a bit like Bobby but he was a few years
older and had dirty blond hair. He was an auto mechanic. Denny was a plump
kid, the same age as Bobby.  He looked as if he hadn't lost his baby fat
yet.  He worked in a Wal Mart.

I saw Uncle Billy looking at Jud's crotch. Jud wasn't a looker, but he
something impressive packed between his legs. Billy glanced at me as I
looked at Jud's crotch.  He smiled. I got the feeling there might not be
that much sleeping in my room either.

Alvis and Jud were retired loggers, but they did wood sculptures and
apparently made quite a lot of money that way.  They sure didn't look like
artists. Both were in their later 60s, if not 70, but when Jud noticed me
looking at his package, he rearranged his cock, so I could see the outline
more clearly in his trousers.  He was game.  Cal was tall and lanky.  They
were all good ol' boys, but affable. Until I met Uncle Billy and Bobby, I
had assumed being into man sex was an urban thing.

I though the group would divide in two, one older and one younger. To tell
the truth, I was hoping for some time with Bobby, but I'm a big boy and
figured he needed time with his friends. Things turned out differently.

Things began to get mixed up in the bathroom.  My house is small and I only
had a shower in my bedroom.  The other bath had a tub. I warned the guys
about limited hot water and they took it from there.  "We can share!"
Alvis said with a smile.

We were sitting in my bedroom, waiting for our turn.  Rollo and Jud shared
a shower.  When Jud emerged from the shower, I saw he was indeed horse
hung.  He also was hard and not one bit embarrassed.  I guess when you're
hung like Jud you might as well flaunt it.  Rollo came out of the shower,
he was hard too.  His cock was long and thin, much like Bobby's.  It curved
and almost touched his navel.  He was uncut, but the skin was pulled and
his almond-shaped head was exposed.

"I see you boys hit it off?" Alvis said.

"We sure did," Jud said.

Rollo was standing next to him.  He reached out and stroked Jud's
meat. "I'm not a size queen or anything," he said. "It's Jud's
personality."  Everyone laughed.

"And his good looks," Cal added.


I went in the shower next with Cal.  He was a hairy, lanky man, his long
cock hung from his thick pubic bush. "Billy said you guys hit it off last
night," he said.

"That's one way to put it," I said. "Are all you men all playmates?"

"I guess you could say we experimented some when we were kids and never
outgrew it," Cal said. "I got messed up when I was a teenager.  Alvis and
Jud straightened me out. I was afraid I was a fag and started drinking too
much."  He was soaping me up as he talked.

"How was that?"

"I was too straightlaced to admit I liked men," he explained. "I thought
I'd outgrow it. My only vision of gay men was as effeminate, girly men.
Alvis and Jud disabused me of that notion.  They may not be pretty, but
they are all man.  They like man sex and weren't ashamed of it."  At this
point Cal sank to his knees and began to suck my cock.

"Hey, don't use up all the water!" Alvis cried. He looked in the curtain.
"Boys, you don't need water to do that!" he was smiling.  As we got out of
the shower and Alvis, Denny and Bobby took our place.  "Don't worry. We'll
save lots of water." Alvis said.  "Three in one!" In the bedroom, we joined
Jud and Rollo.

"Rollo's having desert," Jud said. We joined them on the bed.  Five minutes
later all of us were in a puppy pile on the bed. Every way you turned there
was a hard cock to lick or suck. If it was puppy pile, it was a pile of
cock hounds. All seven of us were into cocks and no one was shy.  I had
never been in a situation where I didn't know exactly whose cock I was
sucking.

It got a bit wild.  Wild sex can only last so long.  I think Rollo was the
first to shoot off. His climax caused a chain reaction of orgasms. "Lap it
up!" Alvis cried. "There's not enough water to shower again."  I think I
swallowed Jud's load and I think Cal took mine.

The group broke up, Alvis and Cal went to the RV, Bobby, Rollo and Denny
went to Bobby's bedroom.  Jud joined Billy and me in my bedroom.  We were
tired and fell asleep.  I woke at 6:00 and went to the bathroom.

When I got back, Jud was awake. "Jump in, it's nice and warm in here," he
said.  I did a double take.  It looked huge.  I had seen it the night
before, but hadn't focused on it.

Jud smiled. "It's just the equipment I was born with," he said.  I got into
the bed next to him. "I really appreciate you helping Bobby.  He's a good
kid, and Lord knows, the deck was stacked against him."

"I he's a good kid and a good worker too," I said. "He's an easy guy to
help.  He takes what comes along and goes with it.  His folks must have
bene a trip."


"Our family ain't pretty and we ain't too smart, but we aren't lazy and we
ain't mean," Jud said. "Bobby's Daddy was mean and lazy.  His momma was
just plain stupid.  Her only skill was getting on her back and getting
fucked."

"Bobby's a smart kid," I said. I was stroking Jud's organ.  Near the base
my hand could get around the monster.  He was uncut and there was a lot of
skin. It formed a soft and flexible wrapping on the rock hard shaft. As it
talked with Jud, Billy woke up and soon I felt his organ rubbing my ass
crack.  I shifted my leg a bit and his cock began to nudge at my
hole. While I not much on bottoming, I was really relaxed and continued
talking with Jud as Billy slowly eased into my ass.

"Does everyone in your family like man sex?" I asked

Jud chuckled.  "Not everyone, but most of us are into it," he said. "We use
to live in a hollow and Grand-daddy discovered you get fewer odd looking
kids if you fuck your brothers or uncles than your sisters.  We ain't great
scientists, but we did figure that much out."

 "We don't live in the hollow anymore, but it got to be a habit, I guess,"
Billy added. Billy was well hung, but his cock head was on the dark side of
my sphincter and it felt pretty good. Actually it was really good.  I
hadn't expected that. He slipped a few more inches into my ass and I
moaned.

"He's got a nice touch, doesn't he?" Jud asked. "You'd hardly know he's
fucking you until he giving you CPR with his horse cock."  Billy was way
deep now and it was getting hard to sort out my feelings. He hit something
that sent me to the moon. Jud slipped down and began sucking my cock as
Billy massaged my ass.

Ten minutes later Billy pulled out and asked me if I wanted to try out
Jud's monster.  I wasn't sure I could take it, but my ass felt so empty.  I
was desperate to get it filled again. As it turned out, it was a rhetorical
question anyway. Billy rolled me over so was ass was at Jud's meat.

Jud's cock was huge, but I wanted it badly. Anal wasn't my thing, but I
craved Jud's organ. Billy had opened me up and my ass was well stretched.
He nuzzled his cock head into my ass and I wiggled and twitched as he
slowly penetrated me. I guess he had four or five inches in when the thrust
forward and impaled me. I could hardly breathe.

Jud stayed perfectly still, until I got my breath. As soon as I did, he
began to pump his member in small movements. I undulated my ass and
suddenly his cock was in just the right place. His cock totally filled my
ass. It was as if my ass was a shrink wrapped on his horse cock. I felt
every movement he made.  I could sense his blood throbbing.

He began making slow, deep thrusts.  He would almost pull out, only leaving
his cock he in, then he would slowly ram me. He picked up the pace until I
didn't know where his cock stopped and my ass began. He reached a frenzied
pace, then stopped dead.  I feel only his ejaculating twitches and the
sperm spewing from the slit. I was shooting too, but I had no sense of
separation from Jud. We were a single ejaculating organism.