Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2004 08:30:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Emergency 69 Part 9

Emergency 69 Part 9

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com This is an adult story for
adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by
alternate life styles.

I had no idea what Joe's Uncle Tony had in mind.  It became clear within a
minute.

"Damn, I haven't had a hard-on like this in years," he said.

"It looks good to me," I replied.  I took my shirt off and dropped my
pants.  My cock was only half hard, but it looked good anyway.

"I haven't done anything like this in a while," Tony said.  He was staring
at my cock and almost drooling.  "But, I'm sure in the mood now!"

We went into his bedroom.  I was about to bend over and suck his cock, but
Uncle Tony beat me to the draw.  Needless to say, that got me to full
erection, doing nothing to lessen Tony's interest.  "Let's get on the bed
so I can suck more of that beauty," he said.

Uncle Tony may not have done this in a while, but he sure knew how to suck
a cock.  He was a master.  We were in the 69 position.  I liked his cock,
cleaned up the precum oozing from the slit, then deep throated him.  My
nose was in his balls as his shaft filled my throat.  Much to my surprise,
he deep throated me too.  Not many guys can do that.

We both pulled off to catch a breath, then double deep throated again.
Tony and I worked at that for a while, then Tony played cowboy, using my
cock as the bucking bronco.  My cock slid in his ass like a hot knife
through butter.

He loved it.  He may have been an old man, but sexually he was a sex-crazed
teenager.  He went crazy as he sat impaled in my cock.  By the time the
night was over, there was no position or technique we hadn't explored.
Tony shot off a few times, as did I.

I got him to fuck me in the morning.  He was 90% a bottom and I'm 90% a
top, but I wanted him to know I was willing.  Tony had a good cock, but
nothing that was going to be sent into the Smithsonian for display next to
the Hope diamond.  I was on my back with my legs on his shoulders when he
popped through my ass and into the tunnel.

Tony's cock head was a deeply flared mushroom.  When he deep dicked me, the
mushroom reached just to the other side of my prostate.  Every time he
moved, he caressed my prostate with his bloated gland.  He saw how much I
enjoyed it and returned to the same good spots over and over again.  I lost
it.  I desperately wanted to shoot off, but he wouldn't let me touch my
cock.

"Let's try for a hands free," he said.  We did.  It was almost torture as
the intense feelings built, but stopped just short of a climax.  When I
finally shot, it was spectacular.  It was the third orgasm of the day and I
thought it would be dry.  I had been well drained earlier.  I shot off a
gully washer.  My balls must have been producing cum in overdrive during
the night.

When Uncle Tony pulled out, he was shooting.  My chest and gut looked as if
they had been glazed with cum.  Apparently my ass contracted as I shot off
and that made Tony cum.  We relaxed after then Tony called his father and
found out what the plan for the day was.  His father said Joe was doing
pretty well.  They were going to meet with the Minister at 10:00 to arrange
his mother's funeral.  I had called the Commandant and said a group from
the academy would be attending the funeral.

I called Joe.  He asked if I would be a pall bearer.  I said, sure and told
him we could get friends from the academy if he needed them.  Joe asked me
to come along to meet with the funeral director and minister.  I was
puzzled as to why I was needed, but of course I agreed.

It turned out, there was a pall bearer problem.  Joe's Dad had burned a lot
of bridges in his life and no one was very enthusiastic about being a
bearer.  His cousins would do it, but they weren't happy about it.  The
Minister suggested Cadets from the Academy.  I called the Commandant and
asked if as many as 12 could come.  He said, it was no problem.

Joe's father's family and mother's families were both involved in the
planning.  There was no love lost between the two, but the Minister and the
Funeral director should have been sent to the U.N. as diplomats.  The
Minister was very calm and collected, but authoritative.  He was clear as
to what was suitable and possible. There would be a family only burial
service followed by a memorial service for Joe's mother. Very simple.

Both families felt much better as we left.  The Policeman in charge of the
case was waiting for us.  He told Joe the autopsy report showed his father
had a large tumor growing in his brain.  The doctor said it probably had
been there for years, but there were signs it had started to grow at a fast
pace recently.

Everyone felt a bit better hearing that.  Both families knew he was
difficult and nasty, but none had thought he was on the edge of violence.
The tumor explained the rapid deterioration.  I had only seen him once and
he had been a total and complete asshole.  I could understand how people
who had been use to him might not have regarded his behavior as so
terrible, if he was incrementally getting worse.

Joe had lots of financial and estate kinds of things to do.  I played
secretary and kept notes, since I wasn't sure he was getting all of it.  I
did think Joe's Grandfather and Tony were on top of things.  We set up camp
in the vacant house.  Tony didn't want to go back to his house.  A cousin
of his and I went to get things he needed from it.  Joe must have taken
after his mother. Joe had an Italian name, but he didn't seem ethinic in
any way.  Salvatore, his cousin, was a televison's stereotype of an
Italian.  He was from the Bronx and had an accent I could barely
understand.

Of course, he couldn't understand me either.  He thought I was straight
from the Beverly Hillbillies, Blue Ridge Edition.  He was Tony's sister's
youngest boy and we could not have gotten along better.  He was a policeman
for the Port Authority of New York.  I didn't know what that was at the
time, but to say he had a wide range of life experiences doesn't begin to
express it.  Strange things happen on trains in New York and he had seen it
all.

A simple murder suicide was no big deal to him and blood splattered here
and that didn't bother him at all.  The policemen had said we could clean
up the house so Salvatore and I did it, with some help for Joe's Mother's
sister, Aunt Elaine.  She was a sweet woman who said, she knew the way her
sister liked the house and that's the way it would be when she was
finished.

Salvatore and I cleaned the room Joe's Dad had killed himself in.  It was
an enclosed porch on the side of the house and fortunately everything was
washable.  Elaine cleaned the bathroom and the rest of the place.  She
called us to come upstairs to the bedroom.  She had been getting clothes
out for the undertaker.  When she opened the closet door to Joe's Dad's
closet, she found the rear of the door plastered with clippings.

Every article about Joe's rescues at the Academy and in the Richmond
Bombing were there.  I felt a twinge of pity for the man.  Even in his
disturbed state he had recognized his son's valor.  He never told Joe, or
anyone else for that matter, but he did recognize it. That was a little
something for Joe.

We went back to our cleaning task.  I told I had been bunking with his
Uncle Tony.  He said, he usually stayed with his Uncle when he was in the
area.

"All my other relatives seem to be getting old, except for Uncle Tony,"
Salvatore said.  "Aunt Maria and Sophia are all but ready for the old folks
home, but Tony keeps chugging along.  Did he keep you awake with his
snoring?"

"If he snored, I didn't hear it," I said.

"Either you're a really sound sleeper, of my Uncle has reformed," Salvatore
said.  "Does he still sleep naked?"

"Come to think of it, I think he does." I said, taking a long look at
Salvatore.

"So do I," he said.  He was looking me straight in the eye.

"I've got an informal dress code my self." I said, smiling at Salvatore.
He smiled back.

"I may drop by this evening, I hope that won't be a problem?"

"Not for me." I replied. We both smiled and return to our cleaning. By five
we had the place looking good.  There was no trace of the tragedy
visible. Cousins, Aunts and neighbors appeared.  Friends began coming by.
The police were good. They kept gawkers away. One of the neighbors and an
aunt stayed with the policeman and identified friends and relatives.

I saw Joe.  He was fine, surrounded by relatives and some old friends. My
cleaning work had endeared me to both sides of the family. At dinner time
there was a massive outbreak of food. The second wave of Italian relatives
arrived, burdened with food.  Joe's mother family had some technical
skills.  An uncle was a lawyer, and another was an insurance agent.  They
went over to the house with Tony and searched for financial and insurance
records.

The Insurance agent, Barney, was a mousy and unimpressive man, but when he
found a policy, his cell phone went into action and a lot of questions were
answered quickly. He had secret number that got answers at 8:00 in the
evening on a Friday. He turned out to be a nice guy. Mousy but nice, and
competent.

I called the Commandant and told what was going on.  He said the cadets
would be there at nine the next morning. Things settled down around ten and
at 10:30 I went off with Tony to his apartment. Fifteen minutes later
Salvatore arrived. Two minutes later the mousey uncle showed up.  That was
totally unexpected. There was an uncomfortable few minutes as we made small
talk.

Tony changed the subject. "I don't want to sound like a spoilsport but I'm
tired as hell." he said. "I was hoping for some hot sex before I go to
sleep.  Are any of you interested?"  There was silence.

Then Barney laughed.  "Tony, you've always been the perfect host!" he
cried. "Everyone here is a member of the fraternity?"

"All USDA choice inspected."  Tony said. "Let's get to the bedroom and get
it on!"  That's exactly what we did.  In the bedroom we all stripped.  Tony
was the only one who knew us all, so there was a lot of curiosity.  Men are
usually interested in seeing other men naked, even more so when there is a
potential for sex.

Salvatore was in good shape, he must have worked out in a gym.  His chest
was covered in curly black hair and had a nice compact set of balls and an
uncut cock.  He was half hard as soon as he was naked and went after Tony's
cock with gusto.  Barney was tall, thin and not muscular at all.  His hair
was mouse brown and it covered his body in splotchy patches.  His cock was
long, uncut and lumpy; his balls were large and hung low.

I was pretty sure, when Barny's cock got hard it would be a nice one.  For
Barney's part, he was sucking my cock the second he saw it.  Barny wasn't
much my type, but I did like his attitude.  As I got to know him better, I
got to like him a lot more.  Barny was a middle-aged sex toy, about as
receptive a man as I had ever met.

Barney liked sex and was willing to accommodate anything we could throw his
way.  He wanted to be where the action was.  He was a total bottom and
didn't top.  He did like to rim and suck cock, but most of all he liked to
lick and suck cock when you were fucking.  He wanted to get his tongue into
the ass with the cock of the fucker.  This was a hard thing to do, but he
got damn close.

It looked to me as if Salvatore and Tony had been practicing sex for a
while.  Salvatore got into Tony's ass in record time.  They seemed
comfortable and at ease.  They were fucking doggy style so Barney scooted
under Tony to suck him and lick Sal's cock when it was close enough.
Barney was on the edge of the bed.  He pulled up his legs and spread them,
so his hole was open.

I saw the opportunity and took it.  I lubricated my cock and poked at his
hole.  He had been winking his hole at me, so I knew he was willing.  While
he was wide open, he was surprisingly tight.  It wasn't hard forcing my
meat down his love chute, but it was tight.  Once I was in, he tightened
his entire ass, massaging my cock as I thrust.  It was a great experience.

Barney was an active participant in his own fucking.  He was also just as
active sucking and licking, tony and Sal.  He must have had a second brain
near his ass.  I wouldn't have been able to concentrate there was so much
going on.

After a while Sal and I traded places.  He fucked Barney while I fucked
Tony.  Sal had warmed up Tony and my cock was a welcome main course after
Sal's appetizer.  His ass was hot and juicy.  I think it must have been all
lubricant and precum, but it was possible Sal had already shot off into the
dark tunnel.  I don't know exactly how Barney did it, but he seemed to be
sucking my balls and licking my cock when I on the out stroke, then sucking
Tony as I thrust in.

I could see Sal pounding Barney ass with great vigor and enthusiasm.
Somehow Barney managed to satisfy the genitals of three men without effort.
Oddly, there seemed to be no favoritism either.  Tony popped and Barney got
the load.  We all pulled apart.

"That was great Barney," I said, "how in hell did you ever figure out how
to do that?"

"Inquiring minds want to know." Sal added.

"Well, I guess you could say it a hobby of mine." Barney said in the boring
voice of an insurance agent.

"If your tongue was any longer, you could fuck ass with it." Sal said.

"I don't like to top, but it's funny, I don't mind rimming a guy," Barney
explained.  "I really like to watch other guys fucking, to see the cock
ramming the hole.  I can't get close enough."

"It seems to me you came close to getting your tongue in the hole with my
cock," Sal said.  As he said that, Barney's cock twitched.  We all noticed.

"Well, I don't mind being watched," Tony said.  "There may be a bit of an
exhibitionist in me."

"I seem to like it too." Sal added.  "You are taught to hide and conceal
all sexual activity.  My parents locked themselves in the bedroom with the
lights out and waited for all of their kids to go to sleep.  Sometimes it's
nice to show a hard and get it on.  At least I think it's nice.  I've never
been in foursome like this before."

"It looks to me, you are holding up well." Tony said laughing.  I got on my
hands and knees and sucked Sal's rock hard cock.  He was oozing and the
sweet taste turned me on.

Tony continued talking as I sucked his nephew.  "Did you see Will's meat?"
he asked.

"I sure as hell did," Sal replied.

"Do you think you could take it?" Tony asked.

"Up the ass?"

"That's what I was asking."

"Probably," Sal answered.  "I can take you."

"Will's bigger."  Tony stated.  "I can tell you it feels really good.  He a
nice fucker, considerate and gentle.  It's only the size of his cock you
need to worry about.  Why don't you sit on it and give Barney and me a
show?  You only need to take four or five inches of it.  That should ring
your chimes and give Barney a thrill too."

Sal was quiet for a few seconds.  "Four or five inches?  I guess I'll give
it a try." he replied.  I didn't know exactly what Tony had in mind, but in
out brief acquaintance, he knew me well enough to know I was game.  Tony
had Barney lubricate me, while he took care of Sal.

He did a great job on Sal's ass.  I was afraid Sal would pop before he had
a chance to plop on my cock.  Tony stopped just in time, but he had Sal
operating on all cylinders and ripe.  Tony told me to sit in a recliner
easy chair.  He then got Sal to sit back on it.  Sal was facing away from
me.  Tony held my cock as Sal eased back.

Sal was tight, but was so horny he didn't mind the stretching.  Tony had a
bottle of poppers and he gave Sal a snort.  My cock head popped through
Sal's sphincter.

"Damn, you've done it Sal!" Tony exclaimed.  "He's in!"  Sal wasn't quite
as enthusiastic as Tony.  He stayed still for a wile, getting use to the
new visitor in his hole.  When he began wiggling his ass to get my cock
into a more comfortable position, I knew all was well.  He began to sit
back and my cock slid deeper into his ass.

"Now just lie back and get comfortable," Tony said as he guided Sal back.
Soon he was resting on my chest, with a little more than half of my cock in
his hole.  I felt Sal's balls flopping on my cock.  Tony spread my legs
apart, then moved Sal's so they were outside of mine.

"What a view," Barney murmured.  "It looks like a totem pole of sex organs,
all lined up in a row."

Tony started to suck Sal's meat.  Barney concentrated on the space between
my ass hole and Sal's.  His prime interest was on my cock where it met
Sal's hole.  He wanted to get his tongue in there with my member.

After a few minutes, Sal had no problem with my cock at all.  Tony moved to
Barney's rear.  I heard Barney moan when Tony's cock entered him.  This
left Barney with two cocks, to ass holes and four balls to play with.  He
was in sex pig heaven.  After a few minutes we all calmed down.  The
fucking and sucking continued at a lower level.

"You really want to get your tongue in my ass with will's fucker, don't
you?" Sal asked.

"Shit yes!" was the reply.

"I think if you were to tongue fuck me before Will enters, we could do it.
Want to try?" Sal asked.  It was a rhetorical question.  We all knew the
answer.  Sal sat up.  As he did, my entire cock slipped into his ass.  He
gasped.  I'm sure he hadn't expected it would go so deep.  He spent a few
minutes twitching on my love pole before he could resume his plans for
Barney.

Sal finally got off my cock.  Barney was always at crotch level so he
noticed, Sal's hole didn't close up immediately as I pulled out.  Barney
saw an opportunity.  He asked me to fuck Sal doggy style and pull out
quickly.  Sal was willing.  It didn't work out the first two times we tried
it, but the third effort was a success.  Sal's hole closed on Barney's
tongue.