Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 08:39:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: White Tail Lodge 3

White Tail lodge Part 3

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and no
gesture toward common sense too. This story follows on my earlier stories,
Snow on the Mountain and Preaching to the Choir.  They aren't required
reading, but it might help you to get to know the characters better.  I am
re-describing the characters in this story so that it will stand on its
own.  Another story, Uncle Jake, deals with Clyde and Wilbur, the twins. If
you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.



Wally told us to get to bed early. "We have a long day tomorrow, and from
experience I can tell you it's a lot easier to get to sleep in this room
before it gets really cool."

Bill and I went to our bedroom and I jumped in the shower. The warm water
and surprising good water pressure felt wonderful.  When I got out, Bill
was sound asleep in bed, snoring up a storm. The snoring problem had been
the subject of considerable joking at my house. We didn't sleep together
for that reason, and the soundness of that arrangement was confirmed
here. I put on a terry cloth robe and went to the loft.

The flickering fire and bright glow of the moon shining through the windows
alone illuminated the room. The loft seemed cool now and I looked for a
bed.

"Max! In here, with us!" Skeeter whispered as I passed a bed. I got
closer. "In the middle. Between us."  Skeeter said.

"Max. You're just the man we need." Templeton said from the other side of
the bed. "I want to fuck and Skeeter wants to suck. Can you help us out?"

"You mean Skeeter isn't double jointed? " I asked laughing.

"Well you know that if I could, I would!" Skeeter said. "Are you game?"

"I'm afraid you both know the answer to that!" I said. Skeeter pivoted in
the bed and deep throated my soft cock. His cock was at my mouth level and
wasn't soft at all. I took a tentative lick, and nature took its course.
Skeeter was 100% redneck with a thick bushy beard and a long uncut cock. He
was a cum hound and, given his druthers, would suck for hours.  We liked
each other but weren't attracted to each other, so the sex was great. We
could enjoy each other's body without the drive to climax.

Templeton was short, thin and dapper with a neatly trimmed beard. In a suit
he was the proper computer programer for a downtown bank.  Naked, he was a
classic otter, covered in a coat of silky black hair. Templeton's cock was
the size of a telephone pole. I had experienced it first hand on the Fourth
of July weekend two years earlier, and was excited about a refill.

He positioned his head at my ass and applied pressure. He was well
lubricated. Skeeter must have agreed to bottom before I showed up, and
Templeton slowly pumped his huge head into my yielding hole. Two years
earlier he had been inexperienced with fucking. His donkey dong had scared
away most of his partners. Size didn't seem to bother anyone in our group,
so Templeton was more experienced and skilled.  We adjusted out
position. Skeeter and I were sixty-nining in a tight ball. I had his knees
held at my shoulders, so I could suck his cock, balls or hole as I felt the
urge.  Skeeter did the same below me.  He had access to Templeton's cock as
it worked its way into my ass, and to his low hanging bull balls. We were
under the covers in a tent of sheets and blankets.

Templeton fucked me doggy style, his cock working its way in deeper. He was
draped over my back and played with my tits. It was hot, both sexually and
physically under the covers. The smell, feel and taste of men in heat was
overwhelming. Templeton didn't exactly fuck me. He occupied my ass. His
donkey dong slowly filled the whole chute, his head probing and poking.
When he was fully enveloped in it he stopped and twitched every few
seconds.

Scooter was getting more excited. With Templeton fully penetrating my ass,
Templeton's low hanging balls were bouncing on my more compact
nuts. Scooter could suck each.  He was spewing pre cum at a good rate and I
knew he was trying to get all four balls in his mouth at the same
time. This was impossible but his frenzied efforts felt great on my balls.

Skeeter's cock exploded, flooding my mouth with his seed. Skeeter moaned
and Templeton began to deep fuck me, pulling all the way out and then
ramming me in hard thrusts. Skeeter immediately forgot the balls and deep
throated my cock and got my whole load. It only took three thrusts of
Templeton's cock to push me over the edge. Templeton shuddered as he shot
his load.

I actually felt Templeton's cock throb in my ass. He later told me that he
felt my prostate as it turned rock hard against his cock shaft. I couldn't
move. Skeeter had stopped shooting, so I relaxed and just licked the globs
of cum than continued to leak from his slit. Skeeter did the same for me.
Templeton left his cock in my ass and let it deflate. When it finally
popped out Skeeter was able to suck the last of Templeton's sperm from it.

We unwound and I fell asleep.  I woke up at three in the morning. I
couldn't hear Bill snoring anymore, so I decided to join him. The loft was
cool, perhaps sixty degrees, and I added several small logs to the fire to
keep some heat in the room. Wally's approach to fires was right. The coals
gave off considerable heat without any sparks.

Bill's bedroom was warmer, but not hot. The temperature was set at
sixty-five.  I got in bed and woke Bobby.

"Sorry." I said, whispering.  "I didn't realize you were here."

"Sorry, I didn't know you were coming back." Bobby said. "I'll leave."

"There is room for three, don't worry." I said. Bill was breathing
rhythmically and was sound asleep.

"I don't mean to trespass." Bobby said. "I didn't realize you were lovers."

"It's not really that kind of a relationship. We're good friends and
companions, but we aren't married." I said. "It's more like family.
Members of a clan."

"I've never been so turned on by anyone in my life." He said.

"I noticed." I said.  "Your drooling made a slippery spot on the floor."

"It was that noticeable?" He whispered.

"It sure was.  But don't worry. You are in a group of men who share the
same interests."  I said. " But let me tell you, we like each other and
understand.  You are among friends."  I felt sorry for Bobby. He was young,
masculine and gay.  He was learning all sorts of new things and was
confused and lost.

"I hadn't had sex with a man until I ran into Wally."  Bobby said. "I loved
it, but it didn't occur to me that I would fall in love with a man."

"You can either pretend it didn't happen and suppress it, and go crazy, or.
.  ."

"I can get a grip," Bobby finished my sentence. We had been whispering and
Bill was still soundly sleeping. "I know that. I've never felt like I did
when Bill screwed me."

"Have you been fucked before?"

"Once by Rex. But it wasn't the same thing."  Bobby said. "I was going to
fuck him, but he was too spent to do it."

"You've never fucked?" I asked.

"Nope."  He said. "But I bet there will be an opportunity in the next few
days." In the chill room the bed was warm and the conversation paused. I
drifted off to sleep.

A bell woke me. Wally was calling that breakfast would be ready in ten
minutes.  Rex and Bobby were out of the house quickly. They had to get to
the ranger station ten miles away. They would be back that night.  One of
the twins was helping Wally in the kitchen.  I built the fire up again and
the place was comfortable in the way that a cold room is as a fire begins
to warm it up.

"My plan is to take you on a circuit of the property and show you the major
trails." Wally said. "It is laid out so that it is difficult to get lost
since there is a trail on the perimeter of the property and radial trails
to the lodge.  Three chops are the perimeter marking.  Two chops are the
radial marks."

"It had better be good.  I have a poor sense of direction."  Scooter said.

"Don't worry, once you see the marks, they are quite obvious." Wally
said. "My Aunt was a good outdoors woman, very sensible and intelligent.
Once you understand her logic, it's easy."

"You should smear some cum on trees." Templeton suggested. "Scooter would
have no trouble finding that!" We all laughed.

"That is Bach, the dogs, theory." Wally said. "He and my Aunt have the same
taste in trees. There are also two cabins at the extreme edges of the
property in case you get caught in a storm."

"Storms come up fast here as I recall." Bill said.  "I remember building a
house in Wintergreen. It was seventy and sunny one minute and snowing the
next."

"Well, I have my satellite connection to the Weather Channel."Wally
laughed. "We should be fine."

Wally had packed a lunch, and distributed it in several backpacks, and we
set off as the sun rose. It was a cool crisp morning, everything that Fall
in the Blue ridge should be. Most of the trees were bare, but there was
enough color on the remaining leaves and the carpet of red, yellow and
brown on the ground contrasted beautifully against the black and gray tree
trunks, and the deep blue sky.

I hadn't been hiking in the mountains in thirty years and Wally and the
twins provided a running commentary on the flora and fauna. We stopped
after two hours on a rock outcropping overlooking a valley. The stump of a
huge oak tree marked the spot.

"It was struck by lightening fifteen years ago." Wally said.  "This was my
aunt and my favorite place.  It is rare to find a long vista in the
forest."  We sat and had a drink.

"Look what I found!" Templeton said. He lifted an old board with the words
"Wally's Tree" and the date 1975 cut into it.

"Aunt Isabel liked to label things." Wally said. "I didn't know it
survived."

The stump was perhaps fifteen feet in diameter, and stood twenty feet
tapering toward the shy.  I was thinking of nineteenth century landscape
painters who would have loved to depict the dead trunk in the midst of the
glory and bounty of nature.

"Shit!" Clyde said. "It's a model of your fucking cock! I knew I had seen
it somewhere before!"  That comment broke my Hudson River School like
revery. It did look like Wally's tapered and thick meat. Everyone burst out
laughing.

"Well Clyde!" Wally said. "Not only have you seen it, I think it was in
your ass last night! At least I think it was you."

"It sure was!" Clyde said.  "The first time, Will took you the second
time."

"I remember you liked to switch off fucking." I said. "That contest was fun
two years ago. How do you switch on the bottom?"

"Frankly, darkness helps." Clyde said. "There were four of us in bed." Rex
must have been part of the group.

"No problem keeping warm, I bet?"

"None at all." Wally said, smiling.  "There was enough heat in that bed to
classify us as an alternative energy source." I though of Scooter trying to
eat Templeton and my balls that night and knew what he was talking about.

"That gets my ass to twitching just looking at it!" Clyde said as he gazed
at the tree.

"Clyde, you are my brother, and I love you like a brother." Wilbur
said. "But it's a fucking tree trunk!  I think you're turning down right
strange."

"Just savoring fond memories, Brother Will. Just savoring the memories." We
continued on the hike. The trail system and makings were very clear and
logical once you had been on the trail for a while. The path was natural
and looked as if the area was undisturbed, but you always could figure out
where the next maker would logically be. Bach and Aunt Isabel must have
been on exactly the same wave length, since the dog moved from marker to
marker.

"It amazes me that dogs don't get dehydrated." Bill said. "He hasn't missed
a tree."

"Dogs are perpetual piss machines." Templeton said. "There seems to be an
unending supply."

"I'm not into eastern religions, but Bach makes you wonder about
reincarnation." Wally said. "The spirit of Aunt Isabel must be in that dog
somewhere.  It's spooky the way he can follow her trails." As the
conversation continued, I realized that I had been unworried about Bill's
stamina. He was recovered not recovering. He clearly had no problem with
the brisk pace of the hike, and his conversation was unclouded by the
memories of the accident and his long recuperation.


By noon we reached one of the cabins and stopped for lunch.  The day had
warned considerably and the heavy clothes we needed that morning were
shed. Wally had packed hardy sandwiches and they were specially good after
the morning of exercise in the crisp air. The cabin was stone and wood like
the main lodge and very rustic. Inside Wally showed us the concealed
cabinet that contained survival supplies, ne4cessary if you were stranded
in a storm or lost.

We had first met when we were stranded on Afton Mountain in a blizzard
several years earlier, so we appreciated the violence of storms on the
mountain. The cabin sat in a clearing so you could sit in the sun, unlike
the shade in the heavily wooded areas.

"You are forty-five minutes from the lodge from here."  Wally said. "If you
are stranded, you need to plan of that to get back. The path is very
clearly marked so it's an easy jaunt."  Bach suddenly became alert, than
ran off.  We heard barking, then he ran back, followed by a blond giant.

"Grizzly!" Wally called.


"Stop calling me that, you organ playing fool!"  The man bellowed.

"You forgot to bring Gentle Ben with you!" Wally yelled.  "I've got company
from the big city here! I wanted you to provide the local color!" The man
indeed looked like Grizzly Adams. He was a good six-five with a bushy beard
and a barrel chest.

"You're a fucking fool! Wally." The man yelled in a good natured way. When
he got closer, he introduced himself.  "Hi, I'm Gil Richards, Ph.D.,
biologist, and next door neighbor."

"And director of the U.VA Blue Ridge Study center." Wally added. Wally
introduced everyone. "And you may not have noticed, a dead ringer for a
certain television star."

"And I can't tell you how much I appreciate Wally reminding everyone of
that. " Gil said.  "It's hard to be to be taken seriously when everyone is
busy looking for my bear! Nice to meet you all. Wally told me he was having
house guests this week." Gil might complain about looking like Grizzly
Adams, but he did nothing to break the allusion. The plaid shirt opened
almost to his waist, and the luxuriant beard were clearly calculated.

"Will you be joining us?" Wally asked. I realized that this was not an
accidental meeting.  He had dropped by to check us out.  You could see the
outline of his cock in his pants, and it seemed to me that the outline was
getting more pronounced. "Have a sandwich."

"That sounds great. Thank you." Gil said.  "I've got a lot of things to do
this afternoon, but I might be able to stop by this afternoon. I am
checking and renewing the posted signs."

"We make it for dinner, and make it a night." Wally said.  Stan had cached
us out and was obviously interested. The interest was mutual.

"I might just do that. Sally's out of town for a week and I could use some
real food." Gil said.

"Gil is cursed with an attractive astronomer wife, who happens to be a
vegetarian.  I provide him meat when she is away." Wally said.  "We
carnivores need to stick together!"

"If you like meat, Wally's the guy for you!" Scooter said. Subtlety is not
Scooter's strong suit.

"It looks pretty beefy here." Gil said looking around, obviously noting
Templeton's horse cock, clearly outlined in his pant leg. "Unless something
comes up Wally, you can count on me tonight." Gil was no more interested in
subtlety than Scooter.  The conversation continued and we got ready to
resume our hike.

"I need a volunteer to go back to the lodge.  Vince is supposed to get here
around three this afternoon." I decided to go, since I wasn't going to be
hunting, and didn't need to know the lay of the land as much as the
hunters. The walk back to the lodge took about an hour. The tail was well
marked.  At the lodge there was a message on the answering machine from
Vince saying that he would get there around four.

I went out to the hot tub, stripped and got into the sun. It was a crystal
clear day, and even the autumn sun was hot. I dozed off and then woke up
with the sense that I wasn't alone.

"Sorry I woke you." A voice said. Opening my eyes, I saw Gil, naked and on
a chair next to me.  "I got my chores done early and decided to stop by. Is
it all right if I try out the hot tub?"

""I'm sure it is." I said. Gil's gold beard was wavy, and the hair was
continuous over his body. It swirled following the contours of his muscles
and formed a river of hair from his chest to his pubic region. His cock was
six inches soft and cut. I got into the tub with him.  "How long have you
known Wally?"

"Ever since I came here as director. His family donated the land for the
center and gave us our seed money.  He is the patron saint of the
institution."

"Generous he is." I said. "But I'm not sure about saintly!" He laughed.

"I don't know about that. If there is a patron Saint for horse hung men, he
is it." Gill said.

"Saint Wally. Intercede for me, for I want to sin!" I suggested a
prayer. We laughed.

Gil suggested another. "St Wally, I am a long way from a willing ass, so
find me some place to drop my load."

"This has all the makings of a good after dinner game. Pin the prayer on
the Saint." I said. "Although you aren't that far away from a willing ass.
I assume that Wally has discussed my sexual interests with you?"

"As a mater of fact he did."  Gil admitted.  "He did seem to think that we
would hit it off." Gil stood in the tub and his cock was well along the way
to an erection.  I was annoyed that Wally had been discussing my interests
with a complete stranger, but simple lust easily overcame my concern.