Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2012 14:14:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caveman 6

Caveman 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, and is
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


The party wound down at 6:00. It was a great success; even our star sexual
athletes were worn out. Everyone seemed comfortable being naked
outdoors. Everything in the videos looked wild and almost brutal. The
reality was friendly and pleasant. The men got along well.

I knew the men were into sex and accommodating. Some were shy and others
outgoing. I assumed there would be some reluctance to relax and jump the
scene with both feet. That wasn't a problem at all.

I think enthusiasm is contagious. Once the party was in full swing,
everyone joined in with enthusiasm. There was no hesitation and the results
were wonderful. The cameramen did well, even Dunce remained both focused
and in focus. Eubank was good as usual, but Frank bloomed behind the
camera.

He found a way to photograph the bottom's reactions. He was on his hands
and knees as Raleigh worked him over. Frank took aim at Raleigh's face and
kept the camera rolling as Raleigh plowed him. "Come on!  Relax and let me
in?" Raleigh commanded. "You can do it; just open a little bit. If you open
up some, my cock will do the rest!"  Suddenly the camera jerked and Raleigh
let out a hoot.

"That's it!" Raleigh exclaimed. "I knew you could do it. Damn, your guts
are soft and quivering! If you were a girl, you would have a nice warm oven
to grow babies in!" Raleigh liked long stokes and the camera's rolling
movement showed that. After editing, the scene would be less than a minute,
but our customers all knew what it felt like when the cock pops through a
sphincter. Frank's camera work showed it.

After the party I was with Frank lying in the grass, relaxing as Rocky
worked some soothing salve into his well-stretched ass.

"Damn Rocky, your Daddy did a job on me!" Frank said. "I didn't think it
would fit."

"Does it still hurt?" Rocky asked.

"It hurts some, but it's a good hurt, if you know what I mean," Frank
replied. "It was good. Once I was use to it, it was really good. It must
have been exciting when you were growing up."

"We didn't get along that well," Rocky said. "Muskrat was more fatherly. It
was shock when I discovered Muskrat was fucking him too."

"Did that make you mad?" Frank asked.

"It was more of a surprise," Rocky replied. "I had been trying to hide my
own sexual interests from him. I found out most of our problems were due to
that misunderstanding. We get along much better now. He was hiding his
sexual secret too."

"Do you play together?" I asked.

"Not really, until this movie it's been rare. This is the first time he
went at it hot and heavy while I watched," he said. "It was better than I
thought it would be."

"How was that?" Frank asked.

"We don't look that much alike, but we seemed to have the same sexual
equipment. He reacts the same way I do," Rocky said.

I was still working on the screenplay as it were. Screenplay is a grand
word for the video. I had barely enough plot to hold the thing
together. Bobby was interested in what he called scenes. Scenes were sexual
situations that Bobby thought had potential to turn on our customers. Even
in the confused sexual couplings of the party, Bobby kept his eyes open for
potential.

Since our actors couldn't act their way out of a paper bag, Bobby looked
for men who hit it off. They all liked sex and were willing to do it with
anybody, but some were more into it than others.

Muskrat and his friends didn't have sex, they called it messing around,
having some fun and letting off some steam. I do not have a degree in
psychology, but after a few of our rehearsals I realized you can't fool
Mother Nature, or, more correctly, Daddy Dick. For many men, the cock has
its own needs and wants. You just may want to mess around some, but it may
form deeper attachments.

Muskrat and his pals had been playing around for years.  They were old
friends.  At our studio, they met new men. Our men were complete strangers
and had no history or expectations. While muskrat wasn't particularly
social, his cock knew how to make friends.  A hot fucking session followed
by a mind-blowing orgasm can make up for short comings in the social
graces. Our stable of porn stars were more demonstrative of their
enthusiasm than Muskrat and his friends, as were the new recruits.

As a second or third string porn producer, we had a low profile. Bobby was
surprised when he received a letter from the Rappahannock Bear Run asking
for Muskrat to make a personal appearance. They would pay him to attend. He
didn't need to do anything but be himself.  Apparently, someone on the
organizing committee of the run had seen his screen tests and he was
impressed.

In the gay universe, bears have an odd place.  Twinks, chandelier queens,
cross dressers and cize queens all have clearly defined physical
ideals. Cute, handsome and pretty describes these men. The ideal often
seems to be androgynous, or downright feminine. Bears more often than not,
aren't considered handsome and certainly not cute and handsome. While
leather men seem to be interested in a hyper-masculinity, and like images
associated with dominance and sado-machism, most bears are just guys. They
are definitely masculine, but they are not cartoon like.

Certainly, the gay world is sheltered in a big tent with many varieties and
flavors. While drag queens and leather men have different approaches, they
are both gay. I'm not sure you are able to select which flavor of gay you
want to be. Some men tend toward the feminine, others to the ultra
masculine. I have no problems with twinks or Queens, but they don't excite
me sexually. At one time, I thought I was attracted to the cock, not to
men. I found the male sexual organ exceedingly attractive.

Years ago, I bought a porn magazine of pictures of cocks. It was all cocks
and only cock.  There was great variety, and it showed cocks in every
possible state of erection. I soon threw the magazine away. While I liked
cocks, I needed the attached man to become really excited.  I had never
been to a bear event, but I was interested.

Bobby was enthusiastic about it and Muskrat was willing. Bobby was planning
to act as a chaperone and sell some videos at the event.  Unfortunately, he
had a bad cold the weekend of the run and he drafted me into accompanying
Muskrat. I thought it might be fun.

 We drove to Fredericksburg and went to the Colonial View Motel, which was
the official headquarters for the event. The Colonial View didn't impress
me. It was a1940s or 50s cabin type motel located in a pinewoods. The men
at the desk were nice and they sent us to a rear cabin. There were twelve
cabins in a semicircle around the motel office on the road. Deeper in the
woods, was a second circle of 24 cabins located around a pool and the
former motel restaurant, that was now a party room. These were out of view
from the road.

The cabins were recently renovated, clean and all furnished in the 1950s
modern style. They even had period televisions, although there was a modern
flat screen in a wardrobe. The Run organizers rented the entire motel, so
there were many big, hairy men prowling the place. There were places for
RVs to the rear of the cabins. We arrived at 3:30 and the motel filled
shortly thereafter. There was a getting acquainted party that night, with
the run the next day.

Since there were no members of the public staying at the hotel, the men
could let their hair down. The men running the show were Hal and Don.  They
were in the room next to us. Hal had found the video of Muskrat. When they
saw him in the flesh, it was lust at first sight. Muskrat was a bear
lover's wet dream. He was wearing jeans and a mostly unbuttoned plaid
shirt.  Muskrat went shirtless for most of his stay there.

The Colonial View didn't have a restaurant, but one of the organizers ran a
barbequing and catering service and they had set up shop near the pool. The
food was excellent. Every room was filled with four to six men, and there
were tents and RV's too. As far as I could tell, everyone was friendly and
I willing to play. Since the Motel sat on twenty acres, there was no need
to be quiet.

We had dinner and met our neighbors. The event raised money for a local
charity and officially, the event had the air of a JC fundraiser. Hal told
me that once the sun went down, the dress code could become very
informal. The opening party was nice, but afterwards they had dancing and
showed videos.  This included Muskrat's screen tests.

Muskrat made friends easily and he moved surrounded by admirers. I appeared
in the videos too, and while I didn't have the number of followers that
Muskrat had, but I had a few. As soon as the sun went down, the party
picked up. Actually, it became quieter. Men had other things to do other
than talk.

I attracted a big bruiser named Bob, a truck driver.  He was 6-3 and weight
nearly 300 pounds, most of which was muscle. He too had seen the movies and
he wanted me. Bob wasn't a sophisticate.  He was bald with a ponytail, a
Walrus type mustache and wild beard. His eyes were always hidden by his
bushy eyebrows. He was born in some God forsaken place in West Virginia and
was barely educated.  He was shy and socially inept.

I first noticed him staring at me. He eventually edged closer to me.  I was
uneasy.  I thought he might be a stalker. I got up enough nerve to say
hello. When I did, his facial expression turned from being surly and almost
threatening into a cheerful face with a broad smile. It was as if the sun
came out.

"I saw you in that movie," he said. "It was good."

"I'm glad you liked it," I said. "It was an unexpected hit. What did you
like the most about it?"

"I couldn't believe a shrimp like you could take that monster cock," he
said.  "It was beautiful. It just opened wide and that fucker vanished!"

"Muskrat liked that part too," I said.

"I could tell," Bob replied. He came closer to me and whispered. "I have a
big one too.  It's not as long as that guy's was, but mine is really
thick. Everyone say it hurts when I fuck him. I don't try to hurt anyone;
it just does."

"Let's talk a little," I said. Bob looked relieved. I think he expected me
to tell him to shove off.  That I hadn't rejected him was good enough for
him. We went to his RV and sat beside it and talked. Two men joined us as
we chatted, Billy, another truck driver and Charlie. Charlie was a
businessman who was into truck drivers. Billy was Bob's friend; Charlie had
just met them.

It began to drizzle, so we went inside Bob's trailer. It was an Airstream
and was in mint condition. Bob was neat, and it was a time capsule of 1950s
modern. He had a flat screen and put on his recording of Muskrat and me.  I
had never seen it in its completed form and with strangers. Billy and
Charlie loved it.  While Muskrat was the main attraction, my ass was a hit
too. It looked like a snake opening its jaws to swallow a vastly larger
prey.

Billy was an average sized version of Bob. He also shared Bob's
shyness. Charlie was thin and of average height. He was conventionally good
looking and looked out of place with the two gorilla type truck drivers.
Charlie wasn't shy at all. He was a truck driver fancier. Billy looked at
me. I think he knew about Bob's thick cock and had a glimmer of the coming
attractions. The rain had picked up and Bob had to close the windows.  The
trailer was stuffy and he removed his shirt. The other men followed his
lead. Everyone liked the scenery.

"Was that trick photography, or was that real?"  Charlie asked. "Did they
have to use a wide angle lens to get it all in?"

"I'm afraid the studio doesn't have any money for special effects," I said.

"I'd like to see that in the flesh," Charlie said.  "Alas, I am big, but
not that big."

"You like to top?" I asked.  Playing hard to get is not my strong suit.

"I am," the three men said simultaneously. We all laughed. Bob dropped his
pants. It was a marvel. Soon we were all naked and my ass was the main
attraction. I felt a bit odd. Usually Muskrat was the main attraction; I
was a sideshow. Bob, Billy and Charlie didn't see it that way. I was a
genuine porn star. I was flattered and pleased. Bob wasn't prepared for
sex, but Charlie had a little back pack loaded with goodies, lubricant and
poppers.

Charlie commented on Bob and Billy's meat. Billy had a thick uncut organ
resting on huge balls. Bob's soft organ was beer can sized and he seemed to
have tangerine sized balls. Bob and Billy were shy, but complimenting them
on their genital equipment pleased them. Both men were conventionally ugly
to most, but being all man made up for that.

"Let me lay my cards on the table," Charlie said. "I'm a poor bottom, but a
great top. I love to suck too, and I love truck driver scuz. If you have
some hot cream fermenting in your balls, I'm the guy who can coax it out
and suck it up."

"I like to top too," Billy added. I knew what Bob wanted.

"Am I the only bottom here?" I asked.

Charlie was already erect. His cock was almost pretty. It was on the high
side of average and cut. "The night is young and we have four, horny men in
a small trailer. Let's all relax and see what happens?" Charlie played the
role of a ringleader. He seemed like a kid with a new toy, a new favorite
toy.

He went first, opening and lubricating my ass. He liked to squirt lubricant
in my hole and then he used his cock to push it in deeper. After that he
had Billy use his cock to stretch my hole wider. Billy's meat was shaped
like a bulbous butt plug. He also possessed a short fuse and he rear loaded
me after a dozen thrusts.  Charlie returned to my ass and pushed Billy's
cream deeper into my rectum.

This may sound as if it was a gang bang, but it was fun. Charlie was a
skilled top man. He was obviously experienced and knew how to generate
maximum pleasure for me and for him.  Billy was a graceless, but
enthusiastic fucker. It just happened that his cock rubbed my prostate in
just the right way. I was good.

It was Bob's turn now. He was uneasy and timid. I was a little uneasy
too. Charlie coated Bob's cock with lubricant and the organ looked
bigger. "Just take it easy, Bob," Charlie advised. "Just ring the door
bell, our friend here will open up for you."

"It's nice and warm up Marvin's ass too!" Billy added. "I shot a good one
in there. It should be nice for you."

"Have you ever used your buddy's man seed as a lubricant before?" Charlie
asked.

"No, have you done it? Is it good?" Bob asked.

"Only once or twice," Charlie answered. "A man's tight ass is pretty good
anyway, but it's even better when a pal's high test is greasing the chute."
With that comment, Bob pushed gently at my ass. He pushed again and this
time his entire cock vanished in my ass. I was fucked.

I didn't know what was happening at first. Bob winded me for a while and I
was dazed. I was out of it for a while. A warm and fuzzy feeling began to
spread over me. Bob moved his cock a little and I shivered in excitement. I
gasped for breath and he pulled his cock an inch out and then he shoved it
back again. I loved it.

Bob's cock was slightly bulbous. It was thicker in the middle but tapered
at the base. Apparently, it was thickest at my prostate. There was barely
space for my small sex gland and his huge sex organ. Every time he moved
even slightly, I shivered in pleasure.

As Bob rubbed my prostate, I desperately wanted to climax, but couldn't do
it. I was trapped in the few seconds before the orgasm, sort of in sexual
limbo. Bob was moaning too. Finally, he began to jerk and twitch and
bellow. I could feel his ejaculations tickling my rectum's lining. I
finally began to ejaculate. I thought Bob had been in my ass for perhaps
five minutes. It had actually been nearer to fifteen. I really had been out
if it.

When Bob pulled out I felt empty. Charlie must have sensed this and he
slipped his cock into my asses void. It was lovely. Charlie wasn't being
purely altruistic, but he took his time.  The night was over for me, I
thought. I was too tired to move for a while. As the only bottom in a trio
of tops, I didn't need to do anything other than lie back. Charlie took his
time, and by the time he shot off, Billy had rallied. Since he had already
popped, he was relaxed this time.  Billy eased his cock into my ass. When
he was close to shooting off again, he turned me over to Bob. They took
turns in my ass.

While the sex was still exciting, it wasn't as frantic as before and it was
almost relaxing. Bob was relaxed, but his cock wasn't; it was still hard as
a rock. Billy was at my head and he fed me his cock, so I was beign fucked
at each end.

As a nursed Billy's cock, he kissed Bob. This turned became a hot make out
session. I could sense their reaction. Both men were turned on big time. I
later discovered that neither Billy nor Bob had ever had a really tender
sexual experience. I got into it too and we shared as triple orgasm.  Billy
filled my mouth, Bob filled my ass and Charlie got my cream.

I think Billy and Bob were shocked at the intensity of the interlude.  It
was getting late and I went back to the cabin. I think they wanted to be
alone together.  The room was empty, but a few minutes after I got back,
Muskrat arrived with a friend, a short beefy man called Goober.

Goober was smitten by Muskrat. It was love at first sight for him. Muskrat
had been talking and having a good time, but he was still fully
loaded. Goober followed him home. Goober was uneasy when he saw me, but
then he recognized me as being in the video he relaxed. Muskrat wasn't one
of the more perceptive men in the world. I suspected Goober was new to the
scene, and Muskrat's cock wasn't for beginners.

I was right about that, but I misjudged Goober's lust for Muskrat. Goober
was also a former Marine and very much of the "no pain, no gain" school.