Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2000 12:45:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: White  Tail Lodge 5

	White Tail Lodge Part 5

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 there
are no gestures toward common sense either. 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.  I have started a new story, Uncle Jake, that
deals with Clyde and Wilbur, the twins. If you have any suggestion or
comments, please e-mail me.


Vince had fucked me several times before and it had been a challenge. His
donkey dong was the extreme upper limit of cock I could take.  The feelings
were too intense to call enjoyable. I had been the first guy to be able to
take it and Vince was a nice guy and truly loved it. I took it for him. I
am a bit of a size queen, and felt an odd pride at being able to take it,
and I certainly enjoyed looking at the Fire hose.  I didn't really like it,
but it wasn't too painful. Vince realized this and never imposed. Every
four or five months he might call and ask to come over.

As I sat back on it, I immediately knew it would be different this
time. Once his cock head popped through the sphincter, the monster cock
glided into the middle of my guts. Vince's cock was literally hot from the
water, I was relaxed from the whirlpool and Clyde's cum was a perfect
lubricant. I became rock hard as my entire chute tingled with new
sensations.

Gil felt my cock and played with my low hanging balls.  "Shit! You're still
hard." He said.  "I love to watch that monster slide in!"

Vince felt my relaxation and enjoyment.  He is a good four inches taller
than my six-foot height and he sat up on the edge of the tub with me
impaled on his cock. Gil got in the water and sucked my cock, balls and
then Vince's balls.  I had gotten the impression that Gil was more hetro
than homosexual, but I wasn't sure as he tried to get as much of our
genitals into his mouth.  He was almost frenzied.

Vince then stood up, turned me around, bent me over the edge of the tub and
slowly pumped. Before this time it would be more correct to say that Vince
occupied my ass more than screwed it.  He was fucking now.  The huge shaft
rearranged my gut every time his pubic hair touched my ass ring. I was in
heaven.

Vice had spread my legs to keep me wide open and I realized that Gil's head
was in underneath, licking our balls.  His beard and mustache felt
great. Vince later told me that he was also licking his cock shaft as it
pumped into my ass. I felt Vince shudder as he climaxed. He must have shot
a dozen volleys into my ass, then he slowly pulled out. Gil immediately
replaced him.

Gil had a good seven incher, and thick, but after all that stretching, it
was easy, and his cock glided directly into my prostate. He rammed it,
pulled out, then rammed it again and again.  I couldn't hold back any
longer and it shot cum across the terraced in into the next county, as far
as I could tell.  Gil came too, but I was too preoccupied to notice.

"Damn!  That was hot!" Clyde said.  "Max, Vince.  Who says you can't teach
old dogs new tricks? I never saw anything like that in my life!"

"So that what fucking is?" Vince asked. We laughed.  "I think I need to
invest in a hot tub."

"I'll split the cost!" I said.

"If you provide the ass, I'll provide the cock and the tub!" Vince said.

"Dinner will be ready in tem minutes!" A voice cried from the
lodge. "You'll be cooked if you stay in the tub any longer."

We got out, dried off and went inside.  The cool mountain air was
refreshing, but the wood fire and the glow of the flames of the main room
of the lodge seemed as if it were a Hollywood version of life in a hunting
lodge.

Wally made a venison stew for dinner, served with generous wine and
straight from the oven bread. How he managed that, I don't know. After
dinner there was time for a beer or two, and then to bed. The hunters were
to leave the lodge at six.

I noticed that Art was cozying up to Bill, and wondered if Bill had made
another conquest. I helped Wally clean up after dinner, and when it went to
bed, Art was in the bed, talking quietly with Bill.

"Max. Do you mind if we have company tonight?" Bill asked.

"Not at all." I said.  "But it's a small bed for three men."

"Art said he didn't mind getting really close." Bill said.  "We can
actually over lap if necessary." I got in the bed with Bill in the middle
between Art and me.  I touched Bill and played with the hair on his chest
and slowly worked my way down to his cock. There I encountered Art's hand,
already fondling Bill's balls.  Art almost jumped out of bed.

"Relax Art!" Bill said. "We're all friends here. Just relax and let nature
take its course." Art resumed playing with Bill's balls and I felt the
young man's cock.  He shivered in excitement. Art was getting really close
to Bill, so I slipped down under the covers and licked their cocks. I
correctly guessed that Art's cock would twitch when I licked it.  He was
ripe and a large glob of pre cum emerged from his piss slit.

I was surprised that Bill was as excited as he was. Naked guys can't hide
their feelings and Bill was getting into it. I moved so that I could get
both of their cocks in my mouth and then lick the tender undersides of
their heads.  With my tongue wedged between them, they were both enjoying
it. They were kissing and leaving the genital stimulation to me.

I decided to push them a bit further so I touched their buttocks, and began
to move my finger to their holes. Bill shifted to make this easier.  Art
tensed up. Bill and I had done this many times before so I knew where he
wanted me to go, and I was soon in his ass, opening him up for the final
assault on his prostate.  Art remained tensed, but was still hard and
oozing buckets of pre cum.  His ass resisted, until I finally got to his
hole.  I forced my index finger through the sphincter, and discovered that
his chute was lubricated already.  I had their cocks in my mouth separated
only by my tongue and my fingers on each man's prostate.

"I'm not going to last long like this!" Bill said. "Are you ready Art?"

Art moaned. I took that as a yes and began massaging the prostates as I
licked the cock heads. Art made no effort to resist my finger nor to
pretend he wasn't enjoying it.  I felt his prostate fill, and then Bill's
followed suit.  Bill's cock was bathed in Art's sperm before he began to
shoot.  I took both their loads.  I slowly removed my fingers, but kept
their cocks in my mouth until both were drained. When they were finished,
they both were asleep.

I had enjoyed them, but had built up a good load, so I got out of bed and
went hunting for some relaxation. Bob was sitting in a wing chair in front
of the fire in the main room. I sat in the chair next to him.

"Did you take care of Art?" He asked in a whisper so he wouldn't wake the
other men.

"I sure did, and Bill too." I said. "Art seems to be a fast learner."

"He's a nice kid. Unbelievably clueless, but nice." Bob said. "It's hard to
believe he could know so little and enjoy it so much."

"What do you mean?"

"Did Wilbur tell you that I walked in on him after Will fucked him for the
first time?"

"Clyde told us that he thought he was seeing double." I said smiling.

"Well, that was part of it." Bob said. "He had walked over to Clyde's house
so I offered to drive him home. I asked him if he had liked it. And he said
he wasn't sure.  I told him you usually needed several tries at it before
you figured it out and got your feelings straight."

" He asked me in. I was hardly past the door when he grabbed my basket.  He
told me he wanted to try it again." Bob continued. "We got naked and he
looked long and hard at my meat."

"Nice and thick, as I recall." I said.

"A lot thicker and longer than Clyde and Wilbur, and you remember, I am not
a gentle fucker." Bob said. "I try, but I seem to get carried away every
time. Art said he wanted to try. You can guess how difficult it is for a
fifty-year-old guy to tell a twenty-five-year-old in heat that I thought he
should wait. So we ended up in bed."

"And?"

"Wilbur had done a good job breaking him in. I had watched him pull out of
Art's ass, with cum still dripping from his cock, and I thought I had seen
Art deflate a little, as if he was disappointed that it was over." Bob
continued. "Got on his bed opened his ass wide, holding his legs with his
arms and the minute my cock touched his hole, he moaned and I slid in to
the hilt."

"Have you ever gone to a store, tried on a shoe, and realized it was a
perfect fit. My cock and Art's ass were a prefect fit. Really tight, he had
peeled back the skin and every bulge and vein of my cock was in contact
with his chute. It was as if my cock had been shrink wrapped in asshole."
Bob paused.  "I looked at Art and realized he was feeling the same
thing. He was one happy boy.  My natural urges took over and I began to
thrust and that only made it better. We popped together after a dozen or so
thrusts."

"Not too rough?"

"Just rough enough! By the time I went home the next morning I had cum six
more times and we had tried every way a cock could get into an ass.  We
fucked like rabbits all night long." Bob said. " Top, bottom and sideways!
His ass stayed just as tight but I kept on getting deeper and deeper as I
shot more cum into his ass and he relaxed."

"You found true love?"  I asked.

"Not true love, just great sex." Bob smiled.  "We get along well together,
but we are just great fuck buddies." He paused. "As I recall, you have a
warm and tight ass." He opened his robe and exposed his impressive cock at
full erection. I didn't need any more than that as an invitation. I got on
the floor and began sucking him. "Do you want it in the ass, Max?" He
whispered.

"Mind reader." I said. "But try it slow. I don't want to wake anyone." I
had been fucked by Clyde, Fire hose and Gill several hours before and I was
just as horny as I had been before the games began.  Wally had lubricant
placed in several locations in the room and the side table beside Bob's
chair was a repository. It was a slow and relaxing fuck.

Bob is a fucker nor a lover, but he controlled his instincts and slowly
explored every sensation his cock and my ass could feel. He played with my
cock as he slowly pumped my ass and every time he felt me ripen, he slowed
down and we cooled off.  Every time I felt him pick up the pace, I slowed
him down.

I don't know how long we did it. At the time it seemed like several hours
of cock play.  It probably was twenty or thirty minutes. I could see the
sweat flowing from his body in the flickering light of the fire. With one
hard jerk of his hand I shot sperm all over our chests. I saw him smile and
he rammed me. He shot his load deep inside my ass. It was wonderful. We
disentangled and he went upstairs to his bed, and I returned to Bill and
Art. I fell asleep immediately.

When I woke the next morning, the house was half empty. The hunters had
left without disturbing my sleep. Clyde, Wilbur and Gil were at the table
in the kitchen.

"Good morning, is the hunt underway?" I asked.

"It sure is. I think they were all too groggy to wake me. I can't believe
they all left without getting me up." Clyde said. "I must have been dead to
the world."

Gill had to go off to work, so the twins and I were left alone. Wally
needed some supplies from town and had made a list.  I offered to drive
into Charlottesville to get some food.  Wilbur said he would come so we
left Clyde in charge of the lodge.

The drive was pleasant, with still some fall color in the trees, but there
were clouds to the west, and it looked as if rain was on the way.  Clyde
was the most verbal of the twins, and I had never had an extended
conversation with Will.

"How is it that you guys got this time off?" I asked.

"We are owed." Wilbur said.  "Did we ever tell you about our time with
Uncle Jake?"

"I think you told us about the general outline of your visit." I said. "You
learned a lot about sex, as I recall."

"That was only in our spare time." Will said. "Uncle Jake had a really good
grasp of our strengths and weaknesses.  He told us how to make a go of
life, given our short comings.  Do favors, volunteer and help out, he told
us.  You may not become rocket scientists but you will become indispensable
to someone, he said. He was right."

"That takes a lot of work."

"Well work is something Clyde and I can do." Will said.  "Jake said our
problem was in advanced logic and analysis.  Whatever that is." He laughed.

"Hard work and hard cocks?"

"You got it! It's a formula for success." Will said.  "Although our country
boy act still pays off.  Some guys like it a lot."

"Are you still playing the reluctant virgins?" I asked.  "You are getting a
bit old for that."

"Shit Max.  We looked like we were thirty when we were fifteen!" Wilbur
said.  "We have hardly aged since then.  Worked great in Europe.  We had a
great time with an art history professor who was trying to stabilize
historical monuments in Bosnia. He thought he had found the original
Beverly Hillbillies! He was Dutch. Had never met anyone like us."

"How did you guys end up in Europe?" I asked.

"It was a government-sponsored team of specialists in utility
reconstruction. They got guys from different cities, Bob was Richmond's
team member and he figured that he had better have someone on the team that
could shovel and dig."

"And fuck?" I asked.

"Everyone can fuck, Max." Will said.  "Not everyone can dig a hole in
record time.  The sex was an extra."

"You enjoyed the trip?" I asked. I was afraid I had insulted him.

"Educational wasn't the word for it.  We were a hit.  Met lots of nice
people, saw unbelievable things.  Both good and bad." Will continued.
"Clyde stayed with the utility crew, I was sent off with the Dutch art
historians, who were without manual labor and needed it bad."

"They all had English accents and thought I was Jethro brought to life from
the television series. They were thinkers, not doers, and it turned out
real good.  Van der Velde, the head man could figure out what to do, but
just couldn't physically do it. None of them could.  Except for a woman
from Oxford.  She was a bear!"

"Earth mother type?"

"No, she was small and would rather have died than admit that a red neck
American hill billy was stronger than her.  She was convinced I lynched
blacks for entertainment on long weekends." He laughed. "We eventually made
peace.  Van der Velde and I made peace in about six seconds. I knew what he
wanted and he all but drooled when I was in the room with him. Somehow,
after the first two days we were in adjoining rooms and had to share the
shower."

"And you ended up sharing a lot more than that?"

"We sure did.  We had an extra week at the end of the trip so Clyde and I
were going to see some sites that didn't have shell holes in them and had
roofs.  My art historian took me, Bob and Clyde on a tour of all the sites
you could work into six days. I don't know anything about the world of art
historians, but this guy was way up in the stratosphere.  No waiting in
lines, we entered through the staff entrance and had the senior curator
give us a personal tour."

"Van translated for us. Explained everything, took us to good restaurants
and hotels, as well as a few villas and castles, usually owned by friends."

"And good times in bed too?" I asked.

"As I said, Van der Velde was a bit taken by me.  He looked disappointed
when I told him that I had some friends who would come along on the
trip. He was a good sport, but disappointed.  I have never seen a look as
happy on a man's face when he first saw Clyde. I had forgotten to tell him
we were brothers, and twins."  Wilbur continued.  "He thought he had died
and gone to heaven."

"And Bob?"

"He was a bit uneasy. Very excited but uneasy." Will said.  "The first
night we were in Venice we all got together got naked and fucked each other
silly for a night."