Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 14:26:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caveman 3

Caveman 3
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, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


Now that I had a good part of the cast, it was time to flesh out my
screenplay. Of course, we could not pay for a soundstage, or sets. The
entire video had to be shot outside in a forest. If I had a choice I would
have preferred a dramatic site like Yosemite, but I was sure the National
Park Service wouldn't like that.

Bobby told me Sammy owned a place in the Blue Ridge. It was 200 acres or so
and wooded.  He thought it would do for the forest primeval. I went to
check out the place with Eubank.  As we got ready to leave, Muskrat dropped
by.  He said he wanted to see the place too. The three of us trooped out to
Sammy's house. I have an old Volvo wagon and Muskrat just barely fit. It
was a beautiful late spring day, warm and sunny.

Sammy's house was about two hours away, so we had a lot of time for
conversation. I thought that would be a problem with Muskrat. He didn't
have the look of a witty raconteur. Muskrat was so big and hairy it took a
stretch of the imagination to believe he could actually talk.

Muskrat knew the name of every tree, bush and shrub we drove past and was
stunningly knowledgeable about road-kill. He was always on the lookout for
high quality trees. Unexpectedly, he was easy to get along with.  He was
interested in his new profession as a porn star and got along well with
Eubank.

The road kill thing was oddly interesting. Muskrat knew what it was, what
vehicle got it and what it was doing when it met its maker. Sun heated
asphalt was the downfall of many animals. Having a female in heat on the
other side of the road was also a problem. I had attributed all to some
bizarre animal death wish.

Oddly, Muskrat knew the Latin names for much of the flora and fauna. He
often was a guide to naturalists interested in the area. One of these gave
him some field guides, and told him if he found a new species, he would
name it after him. "I'd love to have some bush, plant or animal to be named
whatever it is Muskratensis," he explained. "There are some pretty wild
places in the mountains, and I plan to find something."

Sammy's place was a fancy, pretend rustic house in the middle of a
beautiful forest. The National Park surrounded the property and it was just
about as secluded as it could be. I thought it was pretty, but Eubank and
Muskrat loved it. I am not much of a nature boy, so it was all new to
me. Eubank really loved it, but he was even less of a nature boy than I
was. Muskrat was helpful. He must have guided many unprepared groups, so he
pointed out the Poison Ivy, wasp nests and similar hazards along the way
was we wandered the site.

I had planned to go home that evening, but I had totally misjudged the time
it takes to move around real wilderness. We had to spend the night. I
called Sammy and asked if we could stay.  He had no problem with that and
he had assumed we would be there for a day or two at least.  He also told
me where he had hidden the beer. There was food at Sammy's cottage. Muskrat
took Eubank to a nearby stream and they came back an hour later with
fish. We had a good dinner and sat out on the porch as he sun set. We were
on the eastern side of the mountains so the sun set early.

We had a few beers and the conversation turned to sex. Eubank wasn't shy
about the subject. "I have to admit, he said, I associated being gay with
city folk. You and your pals seem pretty country," he said to Muskrat. "As
far as I can tell, you have a real liking for cock play."

"Were I come from sex is with women and it gets you in trouble if you poke
your cock in the wrong place at the wrong time. Men don't have sex; they
just mess around," Muskrat explained. "It's letting off steam."

"You seem to like letting off your steam in another guy's ass!" Eubank
said.

Muskrat smiled. "Sometimes it's nice to hide the evidence you've been
having fun," he said.

"It seems to be a family affair too," Eubank observed.

"That sort of accidental in our case," Muskrat explained. "I figured it all
out with a couple of my friends. We all had a cock; we all knew you could
have some fun with it. We pooled our resources and damn if it didn't turn
out to be sex.  It was several years later when I found out Uncle Raleigh
shared the same tastes. He knew a few other members of the family who liked
it.  Our family lives deep in the mountains, and we had a problem with
cousins marrying other cousins. Some of my great Uncles were strange
looking. Man on man sex was better than screwing a sister or a cousin. No
one talks about it, but man sex is fun too and there are no byproducts."

"I assume no older guys ever tried to mess with you?"

"By the time I was fourteen I was full grown for a normal man. When I was
sixteen I was downright scary," Muskrat said.

"Did people run and hide when you walked down the street?" I asked.

"When I was fifteen I came across LeRoy Rucker and Wingo Delmon trying to
have their way with Sue Ellen Jones. Sue Ellen was Judge Jones' daughter
and a nice girl. The creeps had plan, but I had other plans. I was with a
friend, Robby.  We took care of things. Robby helped Sue Ellen; I took care
of the creeps.  Wingo and LeRoy were much the worse for wear after I
finished with them. They needed 175 stitches in addition to the broken
bones and the concussions. It was a small town and the word was out I was
on the side of the angels. Sue Ellen's Daddy was even nice to me."

"That was when I found out it was better to be the town hero than the town
asshole," he continued. "I had been ready to quit school, but Judge Jones
got me to stay. School was hard for me, but they said I was harder on the
school. Once I saved Sue Ellen, the teachers were willing to cut me some
slack and some actually helped me."

"Were you on the football team by any chance?  You would have been good at
that," Eubank asked.

"The coach was afraid to use me; I was too big.  He thought someone would
get hurt," Muskrat said. "I was on the wrestling team.  I was out of almost
everyone's weight class, so I wrestled with the coach for demonstrations."

"Did the coach like it?" Eubank asked with a knowing smile.

"We both liked it, but the coach never did anything. I was willing and I
think he was interested, but he never made a move," Muskrat said. "He did
let me wrestle with some of the smaller guys. Actually, everyone was a
smaller than me. The coach taught me how to wrestle without hurting
anyone. At fifteen, I was 250 pounds and six-two. Most of the team members
were below 150 pounds. If I just rolled over the wrong way I could do some
damage."

"I was normally a bull in a china shop. I didn't know how to handle my
weight. The coach helped me with that," Muskrat said. The Coach was
understanding about throwing a hard on too. It happened, but he never
noticed. I did make some good buddies on the team."

"I had some pals too," Eubank said. "My daddy vanished when I was two, so I
never had any family problems. Bored teen agers with lots of time on their
hands can work things out.  Many of my playmates ended up getting married
but some of us liked man sex too much to give it up. No older men made a
pass at me, but I was willing. Looking back, while I was willing, the older
men who were into younger boys weren't that desirable. I've run into a few
since then and they were bad news."

"Melvin, what were your early sexual experiences like?" Eubank asked.

"I was so timid, I'm not sure they qualified as sexual experiences." I
said. "Most of the time I was with another timid guy and neither of us had
enough nerved to make the first move."

"





"I thought I had the whole sex thing figured out until I met you guys and
had the screen test," Muskrat said. "It was 100% fun and 100% hot!  That
Willy Longman opened my eyes.  He loved my cock."

"Don't most of your pals like your cock?" I asked.

"Well, let's just say they never complain. They like it enough, but not the
way Willie did," Muskrat explained. "I like being bare as naked with other
guys. All those naked guys at the screen made me feel welcome. Usually I
just unzip and my pal drops his pants. I can go from zero to sixty in less
than a minute. That nice when you are trying to get off before anyone
interrupts you."

"I took my time with Willy and it was good, real good. I could get use to
that really easy," he said. "Marvin you were nice too. When I first saw
you, I wasn't sure he was worth the effort.  I was wrong about that. You
could say I learned a lesson. I wasn't sure anyone that small would be
fun."

"I try to be nice," I said.

"Out in the woods we aren't much into sucking. You can get pretty ripe
between showers. There's a good distance between your nose and the asshole
when you are fucking.  Sucking can be a challenge," he said. "Marvin, you
were real good. I've never had anyone so into my cream."

"Let me tell you Muskrat, I would bet I can give Melvin a run for his money
when it comes to loving man seed," Eubank said. "I love it when it's still
fresh and hot from the balls."

As we talked, a car came up to the house. I had no idea who it was, but
then I recognized it was Sammy's Mercedes. He came over to us with a man I
didn't recognize.

"When you called and said you were spending the night, I suddenly felt the
urge to get some fresh air!" he said. "This is an old pal of mine, Monty."
We introduced ourselves. Monty was an older, heavyset man. He was short,
bald and beefy. His most notable feature was a huge, grey beard the size of
a beaver. He would have looked like Santa, but he had a slightly demonic
look to him.  Monty looked at Muskrat as if he had found the Holy Grail.

"We were just discussing which of these boys like cum more, Eubank or
Marvin," Muskrat said. He didn't care much about social niceties. I
suspected he was in the mood to have some fun, and didn't want small take
to delay the start of the festivities.

Sammy laughed. "I've known Monty for years and it's hard for me to believe
there is anyone who likes man scum more than he does."  As he spoke,
Muskrat striped off his shirt. It was still warm. A few minutes later, we
were all naked and going at it.

Monty was a bottom's bottom. As soon as he was naked, he got on his hands
and knees and opened his ass wide. Monty knew how to make friends. Eubank
was the first to ease his cock into Monty's accommodating ass. Monty was
both appreciative and vocal in his admiration for Eubank's sexual skills. I
thought Muskrat would have wanted to go first, but he was happy
watching. Sammy offered Monty his cock to suck. The offer was gratefully
accepted. The three men made an attractive group. While technically Monty
took the passive role, he was a most active passive. He rotated his hips
and wiggled is ass to stimulate Eubank's pleasure.

The older man was the opposite of the strong silent type. He clearly
enjoyed the cocks in his mouth and ass. You can't smile if you are sucking
a cock, but he would have been smiling if it were possible. I wondered of
Sammy had fucked him earlier. Eubank had no problem entering his ass
without lubrication.

I went over to suck Muskrat. He was still soft and his cock excited me. I
was pleased his cock responded so well to my efforts. I am a small man, and
my tongue was able to get his sexual juices flowing quickly. Muskrat wasn't
verbal, but his cock was expressive. His cock drool turned me on.

I pulled away to catch my breath. His cockhead more than filled my
mouth. "Lie down," he said. I obeyed.  He straddled my head and fed me his
cock. His balls draped over my mouth. Muskrat leaned over and he took my
cock head into his mouth. At first, his lips just held my knob.  A little
later, his tongue licked the flared edge on the tender glans. He slowly
swirled his tongue around my knob in smaller circles until he licked the
slit.

I was sucking his cock was he did this. When his tongue touched my slit and
encountered my precum, his own cock spurted more of his own sex
juices. Once he tasted my precum, he swallowed my entire cock and then
pulled back, suctioning my precum. I have a wide slit and he obviously was
trying to get it deep into my sperm tunnel.

He had said oral sex was rare in the woods.  He clearly liked what he was
tasting and doing. I think the terms active and passive with respect to sex
are probably incorrect. He was actively sucking me, but I wasn't passively
responding. I enjoyed exciting him. As I sucked him, I considered he was
actively exciting me by oozing his rich genital juices. There must be men
who just lie still like a log during sexual relations.  No one at Sammy's
cottage was one of those people. Everyone was actively engaged.

Eubank began to moan. He was the strong silent type until the actual
orgasm. He wasn't silent at all, as he shot his load deep in Monty's
ass. Muskrat and I pulled apart and Muskrat went to Monty. He positioned
his cock at Monty's glistening hole and pushed.

Monty moaned as the huge organ vanished in his ass. He stopped sucking
Sammy. He needed to breathe. Monty was short and thick. I half expected to
see Muskrat's cock popping out of his mouth. It didn't seem as if he had
enough room on his body to take it.

Muskrat pulled out and rested his cock just inside Monty's quivering
hole. Somehow, I had the impression that Monty opened his ass to invite the
cock back into the deepest recesses of his rectum. The cock vanished a
second time. Monty wanted it.

Muskrat got Monty on the bed on his back. Holding the older man's legs
open, he entered a third time.  Monty was shivering in excitement. He had a
gut that had partially hidden his cock. I could now see he was fully
erect. Monty's cock was exceptionally thick, and was shaped like those
oversized butt plugs you see in adult stores. With each thrust by Muskrat,
precum oozed from the wide slit.

"That is fucking beautiful!" Sammy exclaimed. "It is like watching Casals
playing the cello. That redneck hillbilly is a virtuoso fucker!  He should
be doing this at Lincoln Canter." Monty growled a deep guttural sound when
the hillbilly's cockhead rubbed his prostate and again when the monster
organ was fully lodged in his ass.

I bent over and licked some of the delicious goo oozing from Monty's
cock. His cock looked glazed, like a candied apple. It was rich and
sweet. Monty had shivered when my tongue touched his sensitive
cockhead. After cleaning it up a little, I stood up. That was a mistake. I
wanted more. I went down again. Monty had already replenished the sexual
glaze.

As I sucked Muskrats continued his relentless thrusting Monty's ass. It was
relentless but oddly tender. He varied his thrusts and technique. I tasted
Monty's reaction to the welcome invader in his ass. As I sucked Sammy
fingered and lubricated my ass. I wasn't sure I wanted that, but I was
slurping up Monty's cock juices and I didn't want to miss any.

I hadn't considered Sammy as a sex partner, or indeed as a one-night
stand. He made a strong thrust; I felt a twinge of pain, and he was in
me. I should have been shocked, or offended. A wave of desire swept over
me. I wanted to swallow Monty's cock and suck it forever.

I'm not sure I had heard of anyone fucking as an aphrodisiac, but that is
the way it affected me. Sammy's cock in my hole increased me desire for
Monty. I also felt another desire. Realistically, there was no way I wanted
Muskrat to fuck me. He was too big. My prostate and rectum seemed to have
another thought.  They weren't opposed at all.

As I pondered my potential to take Muskrat's cock, Monty flooded my mouth
with his creamy man seed. I was sucking as Muskrat fucked and Monty gave it
all up. I loved it; indeed, I was shocked as how much I enjoyed Monty's
orgasm. He twitched and shivered as he ejaculated.  Up until then I thought
as another man's orgasm as a curiosity to be observed, not as a shared
sexual act. I felt I was a part of his ecstasy.

Sammy continued pumping his cock in my ass as Muskrat did the same to
Monty. I was totally enveloped in the sexual aura. We almost formed a
single organism, sharing our most intimate sexual acts and responses.

Sammy began to moan. I felt his cock twitching in my ass. Monty filled my
mouth as Sammy filled my ass. The intense feeling couldn't last long. I
don't think the human body could take that level of intensity for long.
Sammy and Muskrat pulled out. Monty and Sammy were out of it.  They
collapsed on the bed, exhausted and spent.

"Let's take a shower," Muskrat whispered to me. We went to the bedroom and
got the water going in Sammy's oversized shower. I entered it first; he
joined me shortly, dropping to his knees and sucking me immediately. As he
sucked, he worked a finger into my ass.

"I see he both plowed and seeded you," he said as he looked up at me.
Muskrat worked two more fingers in my hole. I was incredibly excited.

He stood. "Why don't you put your arms around my neck and legs around my
waste?" he asked. "Don't worry about falling, I can hold you up." I wasn't
sure what he wanted, but I obeyed. Somehow, as I held onto his neck, he got
his arms under my legs. I was bent double, with his cock at my hole.

"I'm real turned on and your ass is nice and juicy," he said. "You just
relax a little and we will see what fits where." I did not intend to let
Muskrat in my ass. He kissed me, and my hole opened; a second later, his
knob was on the dark side of my sphincter.

The massive man bounced me gently and with each bounce, his cock slipped
deeper into me. I couldn't think straight.  Fortunately, I didn't need
to. Muskrat was willing to all the thinking for both of us. I couldn't tell
which end was up; the sensations were that overpowering and intense. His
cock and my ass were in perfect harmony, even if my brain was uneasy.

A few minutes later, I was fully impaled and my mind had followed my
prostate's lead. I was willing to spend the rest of my life impaled on his
cock. After the first shock of penetration, I relaxed and it seemed as if
having a monster cock deep in my ass was the most natural thing in the
world.