Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 05:35:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: White Tail Lodge 8

White Tail Lodge 8


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 have
made no gesture 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.


Art was on his back when Vince moved into position. Wally's cock looked big
until Vince got his horse meat to full erection. The mushroom head nuzzled
in the hole then the head vanished. Vince stopped at the ridge the
separated the shaft from the head and pumped the head back and forth
through Art's sphincter.

In spite of Wally's concerns about the fitness of Art to take a monster
like Vince's, Art showed no sign of anything but an almost crazed
enjoyment.  It seems to me that most men are either restrained or try to
hold back the expression of their feelings, especially in sex.  It's not
that unusual to have a guy who says nothing but "Shit, that's good!" at the
most intense moment of an orgasm, and show no other signs of pleasure.

Art was out of control.  He was a moaning, twitching sex machine. My own
experience with Vince made me aware of the intensity of the feeling as his
monster filled your ass.  Art showed he was experiencing extreme sexual
pleasure.  He responded to every stimulant.  He liked it and he wasn't
afraid who knew he liked it. Remembering Clyde's story about his first
meeting with the preacher, it was difficult that this was the same man who
was frightened of his first gay experience.

"Are you ready?" Vince asked. Art nodded and the entire telephone pole
vanished into the ass. Art's dick expanded and began to spray the onlookers
with cum. Stimulated by nothing other that Vince, Art climaxed.

I was excited but disappointed that the show was over. Vince pulled out,
looking disappointed too. I knew he wanted to cum in Art's ass.  He was
always considerate and knew that post orgasmic fucking was difficult for
most men to tolerate.

"Don't stop! Get it in again!" Art cried. Vince's head hadn't cleared the
hole, so Vince shoved the shaft in all the way.  "Shit, that's good! Keep
on pumping!" Art wanted a royal fucking and that is what Vince gave him.

The two men fed on each other's excitement. Vince always afraid of hurting
his partner, usually held back until the last few thrusts before orgasm.
With Art that was no problem.  He screwed full throttle.  Art never lost
his erection after he shot, and Vince turned out to have incredible
stamina. He would go at full tilt, slow up for a while then get to it
again.  Art just took it all.

We were not the most inhibited men in the world anyway, but as Vince and
Art went at it everyone caught the spirit. Gil and John were already at the
same level of excitement as Art. John began to twitch as he shot in Gil's
ass. John collapsed.  He was finished for a while. Gill was still hard, so
we all rejoined the group on the main floor.

Vince and Art were in the middle of a ring of excited men. Wilbur, Clyde
and Templeton were feeding their cocks to Art. They supported his head, and
held his legs open for Vince. Bob and Wally were both hard as a rock being
serviced by Skeeter. Bobby and Rex were just watching. You had a sense of
built up sexual energy that hadn't quite exploded.

Our arrival from the loft above seemed to provide the needed spark.

Bobby almost attacked Bill. They had been together before and Bobby was
ready. Rex took a look at Gil and I saw true love in his eyes. Gil and Rex
had known each other professionally, and when Rex saw Gill coming down the
stairs with a spectacular erection Rex knew what he wanted.  He later told
me that he had thought about Gil but had never thought of him as a
possibility.  Rex had just enough beer and stimulation and he went for it.
Gil was more than receptive.

I was left alone, but Bob gestured to be to come over.  We got Skeeter up
from the floor and got over to the side. We were in a tight clutch.

"Bob and I want to fuck." Wally whispered. "Can you accommodate us?" I
nodded.

"As long as I have something to suck on, I'm game." Skeeter said. "You're
big boys." Skeeter was a social bottom, the sexual equivalent of a social
drinker. He never confessed to disliking it, but it wasn't the first thing
that occurred to him when he thought about sex. He was a good sport and
willing to be helpful.

We went into my bedroom and Skeeter and I sixty-nined on the edge of the
bed and Wally took me doggy style and Bob screwed Skeeter on his back.
Wally and Bob entered us simultaneously. I watched Bob's cock enter Skeeter
as Wally rammed my prostate.  Skeeter's cock oozed a tablespoon of pre cum
as Bob's head cleared the ass ring.  He was with the scene and was deep
throating in time with Bob's thrusts.

Wally and Bob were both musically oriented and their sense of timing was
perfect. Bob would thrust, followed by Wally.  As in a good jazz
improvisation they would vary the pattern, ramming my prostate three times
in a second and leaving me gasping for air. Skeeter had the prefect cock. I
could take it all and breath at the same time. I watched Bob's cock ram
hard, and immediately felt Skeeter shudder and ejaculate a small amount of
semen or precum with each thrust.

Skeeter and I had a utilitarian interest in each other. Sex was fun but not
earth shaking.  Suddenly I felt a deep attachment to him. I wanted to spend
the rest of my life in this position, linked together. My cock was deep in
his soft sucking mouth, my balls floated on his thick beard. His cock was
in my throat so I could only see his hairy balls. This seemed to be as
beautiful a view as I could ever want.  We couldn't eat, but his cum would
be enough. We could become the perfect perpetual sucking machines, fueled
only by the products of our balls. I closed my eyes.

In retrospect, I realized that I had way too much to drink, but the fantasy
lasted for hours. Or, at least, I thought it was hours. I heard Bill come
in and ask if he could share the bed with Bobby. The bed bounced and so
there was a second pattern of movements as Bill screwed Bobby.

It stopped and every thing slowed down. My ass was empty.  I was going to
open my eyes and see what was happening when a bigger cock rammed my
ass. Wally and Bob had traded places. Bob wasn't as long as Wally, but he
was thicker and his cock head was huge, unlike Wally. He hit my magic
button and I was in heaven.  I desperately wanted to hold it in deep so I
could savor the thickness, but Bob wouldn't stop. And if the amount of
precum is any indication, Skeeter was feeling the same with Wally's cock.

I pulled of so that Skeeter and I were connected only by out cock head, so
that I could manipulate my ass to trap Bob in, when Skeeter filled my mouth
with cum. He filled it, and as I was going to swallow, Wally told me to let
it drip on my beard. I took a second mouthful and climaxed myself. Skeeter
was like a wet vac. I tried to pull away since my head had become ultra
sensitive, but Skeeter would have none of that.

Bob moaned as he ejaculated into my ass. He pulled it out and I felt the
warm splatter of man seed on my back. I finally let go of Skeeter's cock
and was gasping for air when Wally pulled out and shot his seed into my
mouth. My face was covered with cum.  We broke apart and lay on the bed
panting.  I felt someone licking the cum of my face. It was Skeeter, so I
closed my eyes and went to sleep.


I woke at five and realized that here was a major storm raging outside.
Wally was up.

"Any hunting today?" I asked.

"Nope, this will be a day of rest." Wally said. "Ice, snow sleet and rain
and fifty mile an hour winds. No Bambi frolicking in the woods today. Go
back to sleep."

"That makes sense to me." I returned to the bedroom. Bill, Bobby and Bob
were in with me. I woke again when I felt a cock at my ass hole.

"Like to do a favor for an old friend?" Bill whispered in my ear.

"That would make my day." I said. I adjusted my legs so my hole was more
open.

"I was kind of hoping that you would fuck me." He said.

"That would really make my day!" I said as I rolled over. Bill is odd in
some ways. He is muscular, macho and strong, but his skin is pink. With
white hair and pink skin there was a softness and delicacy that contrasted
with his masculine nature. You don't expect a hard guy to be pink. He is
covered in a thick coat of white hair. The only dark color on his body is
the rich purple cock head, and the pale blue veins on the shaft. The cock
head is usually covered with his hairy foreskin.

He usually topped me.  I am a bottom by preference, he a top. We had been
playing with other friends for most of the trip, and Bill wanted to make
sure we were still close. We were. Neither of us are kissy- kissy guys.  We
were both more comfortable sucking and fucking.

"Can we sixty-nine first?" I asked.

"I insist!" He laughed. We never did fuck. We had a pleasant half hour
sucking and shooting. This was the end of the doctor-patient relationship
we had fallen into. We were back to normal. I have a tendency to be a
mother hen, and he the rebellious son. That all vanished in the
climaxes. We were friends again.

Bobby woke as I drained the last bit of cum from Bill's cock. We shared
it. It made Bobby really happy. Wally called us for breakfast and we got
dressed.

There was an icy something covering everything outside the window. It was
miserable. The lodge was warm, but Wally was deeply suspicious that the
electricity would not last. We finished a hearty breakfast and the lights
flickered and failed. The room was quiet with only the sound of the burning
fire.

The house was designed for this problem. There was a back up generator to
run the well, and the fireplace could both heat the place and provide for
cooking. Wally was even more ready, giving orders for everyone to do what
was necessary. We built up the supply of wood on the porch and drained the
hot tub so it wouldn't freeze. I helped Wally get the wood fire cooking
implements out of storage. An open fire was not the right place for
non-stick cookware. I was also in charge of the generator. I checked it
hourly and refueled it when necessary.

Rex called in on his cell phone to tell the ranger station that he was
stranded. The dispatcher said that everyone was stranded, so not to
worry. Outside the window the storm was beginning to be more clearly ice,
so the road would be impassable. Rex and Bobby kept abreast of the current
weather information. Tomorrow would be fifty to sixty degrees, so whatever
ice there was, would be gone by then.

The house was well equipped with summer camp type reading materials. We had
a slew of paperback murder mysteries and adventure tales. I found an old
Perry Mason mystery with a price tag of twenty-five cents and an add to buy
War Bonds on the back cover. I was happy. It turned into a nice sleepy day.

Some of the hunters went out to the shed to butcher the venison. It would
be a rustic dinner cooked on an open fire tonight. Wally called it a Robin
Hood moment. The lodge was warm, but unevenly so. Near the fireplace it was
toasty. Near the windows and in the two bedrooms it was quite cool. I sat
near a window in a flannel shirt and wool jacket to get the light and was
comfortable.

I looked out the window and saw two forms coming down the road toward the
Lodge. I called Wally and we went out to meet them. It was sleeting now and
it was difficult to see in the pelting ice pellets.

"Our car slid off the road!" A voice said. "We ran out of gas. No heat."

"Come on in!" Wally said. "No electricity here, but the fireplace is
burning," The two figures were so wrapped in big parkas that you couldn't
tell anything about them. I wondered if it might be a husband and wife,
since the second figure was smaller. That would change our plans for the
after dinner entertainment here. Looking on the bright side, a night of
rest would not have been that bad.

The lodge had seemed a bit cool when I was reading in the window. After
being outside the room seemed almost steamy.

We took our coats off.

"Let me introduce my self.  I'm Danny Wilson. This is my .  .  ." He
paused. " son, Freddy." We shook hands. Danny was 40 or 45, six feet, about
180 pounds, with a two-day growth of beard.  Danny was 5-9, thin, with an
ineffectual effort at a beard. He was either a young twenty five year old,
or a mature sixteen year old. "I wouldn't bother you, but I was afraid we
might freeze in the car." Danny said.

"No problem at all." Wally said.

Wilbur came in and said hello. "Auto mechanic?" He asked

Danny looked surprised. "Yes. How did you know?"

"I was a grease monkey for a while." Wilbur said, "You can scrub your hands
until hell freezes over but the grease is still there." Danny fit in to the
group without difficulty. Freddy looked uncomfortable.

"Lunch is going to be refrigerators surprise!" Wally announced. It was good
as usual, and everyone got to meet the new comers.

"We were going to spend the weekend hunting, but the weather forecast in
tidewater didn't seem to include a ice storm." Danny said. He was from
Newport News and ran a service station.

"This started as a hunting weekend and will end as a hunting party. The ice
is temporary." Bob said.

"Hunting deer or bear?" Danny asked. He paused before the word bear and
gave it emphasis.

"Deer." Bob answered.

"I guess you have enough bears inside the house. I see you have lot of big
guys here." Danny said. "Big guys!"

"What you don't see is bigger than what you do." Bob said under his
breath. Danny looked at him and smiled. There was a huge crack that sounded
like a lightening strike. The whole lodge shook.

"What in hell is that?" Vince cried. We raced to the windows and saw
massive oak in ruins in the front yard. It was as if all the branches fell
off at once leaving a ruined stump.  We first thought ice destroyed the
tree, but found out that lightening had played a role too. There must have
been thirty feet of branches and debris in the yard. We finished lunch and
the hunters returned to their work.

There was no way to clear the tree in the vile weather so we finished lunch
and I returned to Perry and Della Street. Danny and Freddy were siting on a
couch near me.

"If I don't get to suck some cock this weekend, I'm going to blow up."
Freddy whispered. "I need it."

"Just calm down."Danny said. "It's only for a day. I kind of feel good
about this group."

Clyde and Wilbur came up to them.

"Got room on the couch for two more?" Clyde asked.

"Sure. Take a seat." Danny said. They sat on the ends of the couch.

"Nice looking boy you have there.  Are you training him?" Clyde had his arm
on the back of the couch, as did Wilbur so Danny and Freddy were surrounded
by the twins.

"Tying to. He's real eager, but too impatient." Danny said. "You know
boys. They want to be experts at the first day on the job."

"We remember!" Clyde. "But if you like it , you can learn real fast."

"I like it a lot!" Freddy said.