Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:04:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rod & Gun club 6

The Rod & Hunt Club 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.


It seemed to me Tyrone might be a good addition to the Rod & Gun Club, but
he wasn't interested. He said it was too many white guys in a room for him
to be comfortable. Ronald was use to associating with white people, but
Tyrone was more old school.

Tyrone surprised me when he asked if I'd like to meet a few friends of
his. It's funny that racial hang ups still survive years after segregation
ended. I wasn't too enthusiastic about going, but I decided to be a good
sport. He picked me up on Saturday at noon to take me to the place. We
drove deep into the woods driving on roads that were more correctly trails.

We came to a shack in a clearing. "This is the White Tail Social and
Hunting Club," Tyrone said. The shack like exterior concealed and nice
interior. It was modern and pleasant. It was one big room. One part of the
room was tiled and there were shower heads. There was a curtain rod, but no
curtains. The furnishings were simple but solid. Mattresses and pillows
covered a broad bench around the edge of the room. It was a sitting and
sleeping area. A big, old wood stove sat in the kitchen area.

Rodney was there talking with a man a vaguely recognized. Both were
nude. Tyrone and I stripped and hung our clothes on a hook and then went
over to them.

"Bill, I'd like you to meet Marshall," Rodney said in
introduction. Marshall was a very muscular stocky man. I suddenly
remembered he was the sheriff in the next county. "Marshall is the
president of our little club."  We shook hands.

"I hate to sound crude," Marshall said, "Rodney said you were hung good for
a white man. He's was sure right about that." We laughed.

"Maybe Tyrone didn't tell you, but you are the first white man to be
invited here," Marshall said. "Old habits die hard. There are no real rules
except ask before you leap and have a good time."

"Don't forget the big rule. Either piss out side or in the trough at the
back of the shower," Ronald said.  "The septic field is small and used for
the toilet only, but water is at a premium.  We save most of it for the
shower."

"I'm a construction worker, so I'm use to using the bushes," I said. As we
talked several men came in. they all stripped immediately and joined us.

"Let me guess?" a man with a booming voice asked. "Who is the new man here?
There's something ever so slightly different about him." He was a tall man,
with a wide smile.

Rodney continued the introductions. "Billy, this is Bishop Willy. He's our
spiritual leader."

"Don't let Ronald steer you wrong, Bishop willy said. "I'm a spiritual
leader and a top of the line cock sucker too. My pal here is Grover. He's
my choir director and he likes every thing you can do with a cock and an
ass."  The Bishop fondled my cock. He leaned close to men and whispered,
"Nice meat. Save a place on your dance card for me."

I stoked his cock and peeled the skin back, exposing his knob. "It takes
two to tango." He smiled. The Bishop was an impressive man. He was tall,
well built and well equipped.  Grover was smaller than average, very
muscular, hyper active and effeminate. He reminded me of a bird with his
short, jerky movements.

Talbert came with two young men. My helper, Tyrone, came with an older
man. Tyrone saw me and didn't seem to be concerned. When everyone was
naked, Marshall announced it was time to shower. There were ten of us and
three shower heads so it was close quarters. For a few minutes it was a
clean up and rinse off type shower. It turned into a grope, feel and
explore shower.

It started with a casual bumping asses due to the close quarters, then a
man made an offer to wash my back. Marshall felt me out, and the man
washing my back decided to wash my ass too. By then, about half the men
were showing hard. I was at half staff.

As the erections grew, all pretense to be washing disappeared and it turned
into a group sexual exploration session. No one pretended not to be into
it.

Marshall told everyone to calm down a little.  He had some
announcements. "Some of you have noticed we have a first time visitor, we
actually have two visitors, but one stands out somehow." The guys
laughed. "Let me introduce them. The big pink one is Bill. He's a
construction worker and carpenter. He's a friend of Rodney and Tyrone. More
correctly a friend of old Tyrone and the employer of young Tyrone."

"We have already noted that Bill is well hung for a white guy, so there's
no need to point that out again."  There was more laughter. "The other
visitor is Maxwell Jones. He's a friend of Talbert and is a new teacher at
the community College," Marshall continued. "let's all carry on with the
tradition of our meetings. We are here for sex and fun. Open your hearts,
mouths and ass holes for them.  Let the games begin!"

Maxwell Jones was next to me. He was thin and hairier than most of the
men. We were mobbed with guys saying hello. I decided to make friends
quickly, so I dropped to the floor and began to suck. That was well
received. Maxwell copied me so the two of us were at the center of a ring
of cocks. There was a nice variety of cocks.  I tend to work on the
knob. Maxwell was more into deep throating.

"We're running out of water," Rodney announced.  He turned off the water
and our ring of cocks disbursed.

Bishop Willy had something that looked like a turkey baster filled with
lubricant. The Bishop squirted lube in you ass and Grover fingered the hole
to make sure the opening was well greased. Everyone was into fucking it
seemed, both giving and taking. No one objected to this at all. It seemed
many of the club's members were into ass holes big time, no one more so
than Grover. When the Bishop shot some lube in my ass, Grover worked it
in. He massaged my hole and then made sure my prostate was in working
order.

Soon I was sucking the Bishop as Grover sucked me. Grover was a master cock
sucker with a mouth like a velvet glove that grasped my cock firmly as he
swallowed my cock hole. I thought Grover would release my cock when I
became fully erect, but he kept on sucking.

The Bishop was responsive and appreciative. He had a long, black snake that
curved downward rather than up, that was the perfect shape for me to deep
throat. I started to swallow it and unexpectedly found my nose in his pubic
hair and his balls cushioned on my beard. Even more surprising I could
breathe. When I swallowed, the contractiosn of my throat made the Bishop
into a friend for life.

The Bishop went to the benches and sat.  I got on the floor so I could
continue to suck him. Marshall saw his opportunity and he got to my rear. I
felt his cock at my ass.  "Bill, get ready," the Bishop said.  "You're
going to have a visitor at the back door." Marshall's cock was long, but
fiarly thin and the organ slid in easily. It was a nice long, well
lubricated probe.  I shivered in response.

He was a pile driver, not a lover or a masseur, but the size of his cock
made that good. It wasn't the sort of fucking that would generate a climax.
It was a warm up fucking. He was in for a few minutes and pulled out.

"I don't want to cum to early," he said, "You've got a good ass, tight and
firm." I got up to catch my breath. I pulled off Marshall's cock and rested
for a minute.

Maxwell came over and fondled me. "Have you been to anything like this
before?" he whispered.

"Yes, but not with this group," I said. "It's a free for all. Suck and fuck
whoever you want."

"I've never been fucked in public," he whispered. "It seems so open. I just
watched you getting poked by Marshall."

"Do you like the bottom?"

"I love it." he said, "But I lose it. I make a fool of myself."

"Don't worry about that," I said, "The more you enjoy it, the more they
will like you. Usually thinking with your cock is bad, here it's the way to
go. Relax and follow your cock."

Tyrone, my helper, and the man he came with came over to us. "Bill, I
didn't expect to see you here," he said, "This is Robby Dew, a friend of
mine." I shook hands. He was with the older man he came with. "By the way
who brought you here?" Tyrone asked.

"Your Uncle Tyrone," I answered.

"Damn, he's been holding out on me again,"Tyrone exclaimed.

Robby laughed. "When I brought Tyrone here, I think his Uncle was the last
man in the world he expected to see," he said. "It didn't occur to me they
were related.  There are a lot of Tyrones in our world."

"It turned out okay?" I asked.

"After the shock wore off it was fine. Both of us had been hiding it from
the other," Tyrone said. "I am a bit surprised he is into white meat."

"Are you surprised I'm here?"

"Well I didn't guess you were into men, but I know you don't have any
racial hang ups," Tyrone said.  "My Uncle had some bad experiences when he
was younger."

"I have no hangups at all, but not because of any virtues of my own. I look
at the cock first. If it turns me on, it could be purple with green polka
dots and I'd be happy," Robby said. He looked directly at my cock.  "As a
matter of fact, I'm happy right now!"

Robby was a big tall man, bald with a goatee.  I guessed he was nearly
60. He had a soft, uncut cock, which had promise.

"How did you meet Tyrone?" I asked.

"I am an artist and Tyrone modeled for me," he replied.

"Oh, you're the big time black artist I seen articles in the paper about,"
I said.

"I think of myself as an artist, not a black artist," he said. "I draw and
paint the ordinary people I see.  A good portion of my subjects are Black
folk, but I sell most of them to white folk. I saw Tyrone hanging around on
the street and sketched him. He came over to see what I was doing and liked
my drawings. Later he posed for me nude."

"I'm afraid Robby was a perfect gentleman, and I seduced him," Tyrone said.
"He's not into young guys, but I converted him. I was 20, but that was off
limits for him at the time."

"Tyrone dressed like a street punk, but didn't have the bad attitude,"
Robby said. He reached over and played with my cock.  I did the same and
the conversation came to an end. Tyrone wandered off and Robby and I got to
know each other. I sat on the bench while Robby sucked me and then we
traded places.

 Robby's cock was a good size, but it was easy to take without choking. He
was appreciative as was his cock. I was on the floor sucking him and didn't
notice my ass was on display, others did.

"Damn, that's a pretty hole," someone said.  I looked. It was
Maxwell. "You're a bruiser of a man, but your hole is a pretty pink."  I
squeezed and twitched my ass a few times.  My mouth was full and I assumed
Maxwell would take that as a good sign. "A really pretty hole," he
repeated.

"Here's a tube of lube," Robby said. "Grease your self up good. You know
the rules, you can only fuck the men you'd be willing to take. Bill's a big
boy."  Maxwell accepted the offer. "Are you boys into Poppers? I have some
fresh ones here."

Maxwell took a snort and then I did. His cock poked through my sphincter a
second after the amyl reached my brain. It was perfect. His cock vanished
in my pink hole. With Robby's cock oozing in my mouth and Maxwell's meat
massaging my prostate it was damn good. It was pleasurable and almost
blissful.

It was a good as things could be without getting to an orgasm. The three of
us were savoring the sensations. After ten minutes or so, Robby
popped. There were a few strong spurts and then a flow of man seed drooling
from his cock.  We had to break apart, because his cock head got too
sensitive for me to suck. Maxwell pulled out of me and we went looking for
another playmate.

Maxwell told me he didn't think he could take my cock. I understood and
said it wasn't a problem. I introduced Maxwell to young Tyrone and they hit
it off. Uncle Tyrone was slow fucking the Bishop. I went over to
them. Grover was near by and looked lonely. He was on a chair and when he
saw me come in his direction he pulled up his legs and exposed his hole. A
few seconds later I was deep in his ass.

As my cock head pushed through his sphincter, I felt like an astronaut
returning to earth and getting a ticker tape parade on Wall Street. His ass
welcomed my cock. I pulled out and then slowly re entered.  I had the
strong feeling his ass was kissing my cock; it made love to my meat. Grover
had something close to being a prehensile ass.  He could do things I had
never felt. Everyone knew just how much he enjoyed my cock too.

I thought it was going to be a quick trip in and out, but I must have spent
twenty minutes in his ass. It would have lasted longer if young Tyrone
hadn't popped his cock into my ass as I was fucking Grover. It was good,
and got better when I discovered who it was. I didn't think I had any
sexual interest in Tyrone at all, but apparently my ass felt differently.

Grover needed a rest, so I pulled out. Tyrone pulled out too. "Sorry about
that, I didn't recognize it was you," he said.

I looked at him for a minute then we both burst out laughing.

"Seriously it was a spur of the moment thing," Tyrone said. "I shouldn't
have done it. It might confuse things."

"I've always kept my personal life and work life separate. As long as what
we do here doesn't get mixed up with work I've got no problem," I said.

"I took the job because Ronald made me take it," Tyrone said. "I didn't
expect to like it. I thought manual labor was beneath me. I didn't know I
liked building things. It's nice to start a day with a pile of lumber and
convert it into a house. I like to see what I have achieved at the end of
the day."

"That's the way I see it too," I said. I had no particular desire to play
with Tyrone, but things can take odd turns when you're in a group of naked
men. I had a feeling many of the relationships in the Rod & Gun club
weren't what was expected.

The White Tail Social and Hunting Club had a time limit on their
meeting. At 4:00 a bell rang and everyone got dressed and went home.  I
thought this was odd but Rodney said the club once had a tendency to go on
for hours and to consume vast quantities of booze The time limit made
everyone get down to business early and they eliminated booze entirely.

That night I got a call from Rodney asking of I was okay. I said I was
fine.

"I've been the only black man in an all white room," he explained. "I know
it can be uncomfortable."

"Have you had a problem at the Rod & Gun Club?" I asked.

"No, but there is a tradition of whites being interested in black cock,
without having any interest in black men," he said. "It's the Mandingo
problem."

My project for Rodney turned out to be a good one for me. I do good work
for a fair price and soon I had several projects in Rodney's
neighborhood. Everyone needed a new kitchen and bathrooms. Rodney's house
was a showplace and got some publicity in the local papers.

I got back to the Rod & Gun on the next Saturday and they had a number of
men there I hadn't met yet. Jeffersonton had an Old Timer's Day and the
local schools and churches had reunions on Sunday. A number of former Rod &
Gun Club members returned to see old friends and to have some fun.

Hiram was at the door.  He knew everyone, and a good portion of the
visitors were relatives of the officers of the club. Alex Lewis had a
brother and two cousins who had been in the club and moved away. Sam
Fuller, the games Master, had an Uncle and three nephews who were into
it. I wondered how the family's joined. Were they recruited, seduce or did
they join of their own free will?

I talked with Sam Fuller's nephews and found out how it worked. The family
lived on the west facing side of the Blue Ridge in scattered farms. The boy
cousins played together as kids, and some of that play was of the, "I'll
show you mind if you show me yours" sort. I pretty sure most kids do
that. Sam's uncle, the kids' great uncle, Cal, discovered the boys playing.

They were in their early twenties and had gone to Cal's hunting camp to
play. He discovered them screwing each other and instead of being shocked,
he joined in. Uncle Cal introduced them to the Rod and Gun club. The Lewis'
had a similar story. If there is a gay gene, they had it. Family members
discovered the other's similar sexual interests and then joined the club.

Uncle Cal was in his later 60s but with a huge gray beard and weathered
skin, he looked older. He was the youngest child of a second marriage, so
some of his nephews were his age. "No virgin has ever joined the Rod &
Gun," Cal said with pride. "You have to be a full fledged member of the
fraternity to join the club."

"There's one other problem," Cal's nephew Clem said. "We're a lazy and laid
back bunch of men, but our sperm must be high powered. If I walk too close
to a girl, she gets knocked up. We use birth control, but my old lady got
pregnant two days after she stopped taking the pill. We sleep in separate
bedrooms now. Three kids are three to many as far as she's concerned. In
high school my oldest brother knocked up a girl and there was hell to pay."

"No one's ever gotten pregnant from man sex," Clem said. "My older brother
is straight as an arrow and horny as a rabbit, but his life would have been
a lot better is he spread his seed with us, rather than to every bitch in
heat in the town."

Cal was a widower, but Clem and his brother, Joe, were married, and the
other nephew, Dan had a live in girl friend. Man sex was more recreational
than emotional for them. They liked man sex.

I had been at the cub for a half hour when I discovered being horny as a
rabbit was not confined to the older brother alone. They were all
energetic, enthusiastic, driven men. The Fullers tended to be tall, thin
and hairy. All had long, lolly pop style cocks.

By contrasts the Lewis' had greater variety in physical type. Some were
tall, solid men, other were good ol' boy beefy.