Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 09:50:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: White Tail  Lodge 9

White Tail Lodge 9

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. I have written another part of the
story, Alcazar.  If you have any suggestions or comments, please e-mail me.


The roaring fire, the smell of the venison and the storm outside made the
room seem medieval, and the Sherwood Forest feeling of the room became
pronounced. The fire was hot and everyone got a turn at the spit. Bob was
the first and was soon shirtless, with sweat dripping from his body. Rex
followed and he simply got naked. Danny and Freddy didn't mind that at all.

Clyde and Wilbur were sitting next to them and the sofa was really tight.

"That guy has the right idea!" Danny said. "It's hot in here. Hard to
believe I was so cold just a few minutes ago."

"We're real informal here." Clyde said. He and Wilbur began to unbutton
their shirts. "We're all guys here.  There's no dress code."  Wilbur took
his shirt off, then began unbuttoning Freddy's shirt.

"No one minds?" Danny asked.

"Not at all. We're all interested in the same things. We're a very playful
group." Clyde said. It was Vince's turn at the spit. He stripped naked and
Freddy's eyes bugged out when he saw the fireman' s hose. "We play together
some times or we can play solo. You can do what you like. No hang ups, no
demands. There is a bedroom if you want to be alone.  It may be a bit cool,
but you can heat it up." I had guessed that Danny would opt for the
bedroom, but I saw him glance at Vince for the first time. He did a double
take. I could almost see Danny changing his mind.

Freddy was close to being naked now guided by Wilbur's helping
hands. Freddy was better looking naked than dressed. He was muscular and
obviously had worked out. While his beard was straggly, he had an even
dusting of hair on his chest and well formed, cut cock. Danny was muscular
too. We later found out they met in a gym. Danny was a dirty blond
hairball, with an uncut cock hanging from the dense pubic forest.

I rarely had misjudged men so badly. Freddy and Danny had beautiful bodies
that had been concealed under the heavy hunting clothes. With a good
haircut and a shave they would have looked like guys you see in the better
quality gay magazines.

They looked a bit uncomfortable, but that changed when Art stripped naked
and began sucking Vince as Vince rotated the venison. It was as if someone
had shot of the starting gun. Freddy immediately began sucking Danny and
Clyde got his cock within tongue distance of Danny. Danny appreciated the
opportunity. Wilbur moved in close to Freddy so that he could make a
contribution to the scene. When Wilbur's half hard cock brushed Freddy's
ass, the boy immediately spread wide so his pink pucker was visible. That
boy was ready.

I was turned on by the scene and stripped, but since four was enough, I
looked for other opportunities. It was a sleepy afternoon and the sex was
casual and relaxed. We were gathered around the fire staying warm. The
night before had been very intense and that level couldn't be maintained
for long, so this afternoon was pleasant.

I sat with Rex and toyed with his cock. Bobby came over and licked Rex and
me like a happy puppy, a horny, but happy puppy. Bobby and Rex worked
together and I was nice to see that they had finally made genital
contact. Bobby had been much taken with Bill and I was worried that Rex
might object. You can't tell if working together had established some sense
of ownership in the partners.  Rex wasn't objecting to anything this
afternoon.

The exception to the relaxed character was Freddy and Danny. Freddy was hot
and wanted to be fucked good. His ass was virgin, and Danny was to be the
first. It also was clear that Danny was not going to be the last. Freddy
was really open minded as they say in the personal adds.

I was watching Freddy and playing with Rex's tits when I felt Rex tense
up. "Oh baby!" He said quietly as he shot a load in Bobby's mouth. Skeeter
had joined us and was at Rex's cock as soon as Bobby pulled off. Skeeter
was a cum magnet and didn't mind having another guy pull the trigger if he
could get the gravy.

It was my turn at the spit so I left this relaxed group. The fire was hot,
and I realized that the nudity was not as much sexual as a functional
response to the heat. I could see that the twins were opening the way for
Danny. Clyde had a bottle of lubricant and was lubricating Freddy's
ass. Freddy didn't object at all. I could see that Clyde had at least two
fingers in the boy's ass and there was no problem.

Freddy and Danny were really good looking and didn't mind being watched. I
had noticed that at the Y years ago. Good-looking guys expected to be
looked at, and weren't often shy about it. You sometimes find really shy
guys, but after several weeks they usually loosen up, responding
unconsciously to the admiring glances. I doubted that the response was
unconscious with these guys. They were playing to the crowd. It must have
increased the pleasure for them.

Art came over looked at my cock and sighed.

"All sucked out?"I said, laughing. He looked a little sheepish.

"Afraid so." Art said. "This weekend has been a trip. I can't believe I've
done what I have done."

"Did you like it?"

"It's been the best experience I ever had. Nothing has ever come close."
Art said. "But, well, I just don't know."

"You aren't the person you thought you were?"

"That's it." Art said. "I was a different person before I met Clyde. It all
seems upside down."

"I was there a few years ago. I thought I was a conventional businessman
who wasn't very interested in sex. I got caught in that snow storm on Afton
Mountain and life hasn't been the same since. I don't think I had any idea
hoe enjoyable life could be. I didn't know what pleasure was."

"I feel like I went from silent, black and white movies to technicolor
talkies. It's a new world." Art said. "I had spent my first 25 years
denying what I am and everything I wanted most. Now I feel lost."

"Disoriented, not lost." I said. "You are only lost if you want to be
lost. There are guys here who can guide you, if you want."

"Vince is nice." Art said. He really got to me last light. It was . . . "

"He's got to me a few times too." I said smiling.

"I don't mean physically." Art said.

"Don't bet on that! The physical and emotional get real confused when he's
deep in your ass and you get totally involved. " I said. "Some guys can
fuck you while you are reading a book and you don't loose your place. Not
with Vince. It's just you and his horsemeat. You can't separate them into
compartments. Good sex is good sex, but sometimes it goes beyond that. Do
you ever feel that you merge?" It was Wally's turn at the spit, so Art and
I went to a cooler part of the room.

"It seems wrong to like sex so much. It's like you're using people." Art
said.

"Were you using Vince or did he use you?" I asked. Art thought.

"Neither."

"Unless my eyes deceived me, you were both in it and needed each other to
get where you wanted to go." I said. "That seems fair to me."

"It's that I really love cock." Art said whispering. "It doesn't seem right
that I'm obsessed with pricks. Not men, just pricks." I smiled.

"If you can tell me how you get one without the other, I'll agree." I
said. He smiled.

"You have a point there." He said.

Art's had lost his distaste for cock sucking and was licking my cock back
to life. The conversation was over. The room was quiet with low
conversations, except for Freddy who was moaning in pleasure as Daddy
pumped his ass.

"Shit. I shooting!" Danny cried. He pulled out and sprayed Freddy's chest
with cum.

"Still want to ride?" Clyde asked. Freddy said yes and Clyde buried his
cock in the boy's ass. Skeeter moved in on Danny and cleaned him up.

Art was a good sucker. I got inspired and we got in the 69 position. Art
had a good recreational sized cock. Big enough but no problem with
choking. He began oozing buckets. Since I had changed my technique I looked
up and saw Vince caressing Art. Clyde gave the rebel yell as he filled
Freddy's ass for the second time that afternoon.

Freddy and Danny wandered over to our little cluster, checking out the
scenery.

"Can anyone take that?" Danny asked Vince. Vince was at half staff.

"Not many." Vince said. "Most guys like to look, but few sample. Art and
Max here both can do it. And they like it."

"It's hard to believe that it could fit in an ass." Freddy added. "Damn
it's pretty!"

"He just got his learners permit and this has been Freddy's first fuck."
Danny said laughing. "He's had beginners' luck and is looking for Mount
Everest to climb."  Art was oozing buckets of precum by this time and I
broke off. I had a feeling that Art wanted a deeper sexual experience than
I could give him and didn't want him to waste a load.

"What's it like?" Freddy asked Art. They were about the same age and there
seemed to be a bond. Most of us must have looked like their fathers.  There
was a bead of precum dripping from Freddy's cock and I realized that he
hadn't cum yet, even after the double fuck.

Vince laughed. "Don't ask, taste!" he said. Freddy needed no more
invitation. He was at the horse cock, manfully trying to take it. Art
looked briefly disappointed but he consoled himself with Donny's cock.

"Are you here on a training mission?" I asked Danny. "Or is it father-son
night?"

"A little of each." Danny said. "He likes older guys, and wanted to know
the ropes. I expected to be in a tent freezing my ass off sharing a
sleeping bag. This has been nice. I think I may be learning some thing from
you all. I've never been in a group before. "

"You like it?"

"Damn yes!" Danny said. He must have been a 100% top, because he was
fucking Art's mouth now, rather than being sucked. "I lose interest after I
shoot for a while. By the time I feel like doing it again, Freddy has lost
interest and it's over. This is wall to wall sex. Someone fills in the
gaps. It's great." He detached Art from his cock and bent down and stuck
his thumb in Freddy's ass. He gripped the young man and lifted him
up. Freddy moaned in pleasure.

"I had no idea Freddy was so hot for ass sex." Danny said. "He has all the
makings of a first rate slut. It's time for us to try doggy style, Freddy."
Freddy was willing and was on his hands and knees. Art got on the floor and
slid under Freddy so that they could 69 while Danny screwed Freddy.  Vince
got to Art's rear and raised his legs.  Vince began to probe into Art's ass
inches from Freddy's cock-filled mouth. Freddy had a front row seat.  I
could see Freddy's eyes widen as Vince's horse cock slowly vanished into
Art's hole.

Art was moaning as much as he could while sucking Freddy's meat. Danny
watched from the balcony. He had a good view of Danny sucking Art and
Vince's penetration.  I'm not sure that Art expected Vince to screw him,
but he liked it a lot. Freddy popped first, but the others followed in
quick succession.  It was as close to being a quadruple orgasm as you could
ever see. As they broke apart, Danny kissed Freddy passionately. I had
begun to think that they were just pals or playmates, but Danny felt a lot
more for Freddy than he let on.

I looked around the room and realized the lodge was flooded with
sunlight. I looked out the window and the storm was over, the sky was
brilliant blue and the sun was shining. It was a spectacular
transformation. Outside the window was a winter wonderland, a crystal ice
palace.

We all got dressed and went out. It must have been almost 50 degrees and
the ice began falling from the trees within fifteen minutes. Rex called in
the ranger station and immediately left with Bobby. They were to locate
motorists stranded by the storm and unable to find shelter. The ice storm
had only affected the higher elevations of the mountain, below us all was
normal. It had just been an annoying rain.  The lights flickered then
turned on.

I called into my home answering machine and found that my first employer
had died and the funeral was the next day in Richmond.  I called the state
police and they said the sanders were out on the Skyline Drive and once we
got on it would be clear sailing. There were no road problems elsewhere.  I
hastily pulled my stuff together. Bill decided to return with me.

"You're going to miss some good hunting!" Wally said. "Tomorrow is supposed
to be beautiful."

"I wish I could." I said. "I bet you guys will figure out something to do
in my absence."