Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2010 01:20:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blue Ridge Trucking 4

Blue Ridge Trucking 4

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.



Blue Ridge Lodge owned over 150 acres of property. The Lodge itself sits on
the southern edge near the highway on one of the few, relatively flat
areas. The northern part of the site is a side of the mountain, and there
is no way to build there.  The only exception was for a building called the
Retreat.  It was an old hunting lodge built before the summer camp. A
mountain stream cuts off the retreat from a lodge. You have to leave the
property and drive a few miles on dirt roads to get to the Retreat.

The Retreat is a stone house wrapped in porches.  It has three bedrooms,
but there is an out building called the Dog house that has six more
bedrooms.  Joe, the owner, used the Retreat as a summer house, but we rent
it out when he's not there. Since it's so secluded, it was popular with
some groups.

The Lodge wasn't exactly like a church summer camp in atmosphere. At the
Retreat you could really let your hair down.  While some men went shirtless
at the Lodge, buck naked was usual at the Retreat. Sex at the lodge was in
private rooms and in the showers sometimes; there was no need to be
discrete at the more secluded place.

Several of the local bear groups rented the retreat for meetings. It wasn't
the actual organized bear groups but smaller off shoots that wanted sexual
release rather than conversation. Truck drivers were well represented in
the bear groups, so it was natural.  If the Appalachian Bear group was in
the Lodge, the Polar Bear Club took the Retreat.  They were older bears who
wanted fun. Another group, known as the Silverbacks, rented it too. These
were the men who were gorilla like in hairiness. Many of the bear groups
members were truckers so it was a good match for the lodge.

Sheriff Black loved the Retreat. He had other cop and trooper friends who
loved the seclusion. Some men were afraid to even go to the Lodge in case
someone knew about it and saw them there. No one would ever know you were
at the Retreat.

A group of church men rented the Retreat for one day a month.  They were
ministers, priests, organists, etc. who wanted a pressure release. Reverend
Billy Bob, a flamboyant Baptist minister organized the group. "We're normal
men, but some people want you to be holier than Christ 24/7.  It ain't
natural," he said. "You need to let your hair down once-and-a-while and let
it all hang out. Sometimes you've got to drain the pipes and refresh the
fluids."  Billy Bob was famous for his NASCAR oriented sermons.

When we had groups like the Sheriff's and Billy Bob's at the Retreat, I did
the cooking. My staff was into man sex as much as they were, but the
Sheriff was so uneasy, it was hard for him to relax.  They knew me. Billy
Bob was the same way.  He had quite a pipe to drain and he was a giving
kind of man.  The Catholic Priest, Father Amos, was the only other man to
be as generously endowed by his creator and willing to share.  Both men
were tops, but in the spirit of do unto other as you would have them do
unto you, they broadened their repertoire.

At first there were only five or six men at Billy Bob's events.  The
numbers grew as men found out about it.  It was like a fraternity with
slightly odd standards. Billy liked public sex out doors and in view of his
pals.  This was partially because he had exhibitionist tenancies, but also
to get the other men out of their shells. Billy Bob wanted his friends to
realize there was nothing wrong or evil about having sex with your friends.

Due to a scheduling screw up we had Billy Bob's group and the Silverbacks
on the same day. Actually they had a one day overlap. That accident turned
out to be a total success. With the exception of Billy Bob himself, his
group wasn't particularly macho. God must have blessed the Silverbacks with
double or triple the usual amount of male hormones.

Billy Bob and Wally, the organist at a local church, were sucking on the
front porch of the Retreat when two vans carrying the Silverbacks
arrived. You can't tell a guy is a man of the cloth when he's naked and
erect.  Billy Bob and Wally were well equipped, and the Silverbacks liked
the view. The gorilla men stripped as they got out of the vans and were in
intense sexual congress with the preachers before they got to compare job
descriptions.

I was cooking and serving when the Silverbacks arrived. As I said the
preachers weren't the most macho men I had men, but there were three men I
called the choirboys who were way down the macho ladder. They were nice
guys, but not my type. Henry was 35 but looked 18. He was pale, thin, blond
and all but colorless. Sidney was smaller and paler, and the third member
was Jeremy. He was tall, thin and tended to shiver. He shaved his entire
body. They seemed to have a tendency to shiver like Chihuahuas.

Isaac and Abe, the two biggest and hairiest of the Silverbacks, discovered
the choirboys in a corner trying to look inconspicuous.  Isaac and Abe were
partners and teddy bears, sweet and friendly. They just looked like Attila
the Hun.

"You boys look sort of lonely. Why don't you join us and get acquainted?"
Abe asked.  Abe ran a road building crew and had that tone of voice that
made it clear he expected to be obeyed. I had known the two Silverbacks for
years and as far as I knew, they were always at least half hard. Sidney had
the look of Marie Antoinette going to the guillotine, but he obeyed and
joined the two huge men. The other choir boys obeyed too.

Isaac took charge of Sidney and Henry.  Abe picked Jeremy. "Why don't you
boys get the ball rolling by sucking me a while," Isaac said, "I think
there's room for two!" There was room. Isaac had bull balls and a thick,
beer can style, uncut cock. Sidney took the balls and Henry took the cock
head. After thirty seconds their enthusiasm for the Silverback's genitals
grew with Isaac's expanding cock. Abe was a bit more gruff with Jeremy. He
gave orders. Jeremy liked that. Jeremy really liked that.

God shortchanged Abe when it came to social graces.  He wasn't rude or
anywhere as gruff as he sounded.  It was just the way he was. Billy Bob and
Wally, the organist had been too polite in their efforts to get the Choir
boys out of their shells and to participate with the rest of the
group. They needed to be ordered and made to obey.

I knew enough about Abe and Issac to know they liked to top and weren't the
delicate types when it came to fucking technique. They weren't mean, but
they sure knew what they wanted from a good fuck. I was afraid the
choirboys, especially Sidney, would end up in the emergency room being sewn
back together after Isaac's cock ripped him in half.

I didn't need to worry about that. Sidney took it like a trooper.  His
asshole was a size larger when Isaac finished, but Isaac had taken him to
some places he had never been before. Sidney discovered heaven on earth was
dangling between a hairy gorilla's legs.

Jeremy remained timid and unsure, but with a smile on his face.  Jeremy was
an ordinary man in every respect except having an unlimited need to be
fucked. Jeremy's hole was a cum bucket. Abe worked him over good and then
turned him over to his friends. There were nine Silverbacks and all shot a
load into Jeremy's ass.  Several took two trips and I think Billy Bob and
maybe Wally made three visits.

The preachers and the Silverbacks found common ground right off the
bat. Their life experiences, approaches to life and sex were entirely
different, but they hit it off. The preachers were intelligent men,
scholarly and sensitive, with the notable exception of Billy Bob. The
Silverbacks crude, poorly educated men. The shared a common interest in
cock, man sex and most of all the pleasure you feel with another man.

Everyone was in the big room of the retreat, taking turns with the
choirboys and admiring the view. Billy Bob was pleased as punch.  Billy Bob
was an odd guy. He was a fire and brimstone preacher man who liked sex hot
and heavy.

He never played with anyone in his congregation and never used sex for
gain. "When I was younger, I was turning mean. It ain't easy begin a cock
loving, born-again, redneck preacher. Hiding it takes a toll. I had a
chance meeting in the Public Library rest room with a Presbyterian
minister.  He wife was out of town. I went home with him and we had some
real, get in bed sex. It was the first time I did that.

"I'm a fire and brimstone man; he was into God is love. We found common
ground seven inches up his ass."

There was a three ring circus in the middle of the room with the choirboys
taking all comers. Around the edge of the room men paired off for more
intimate relations.

Billy Bob hit it off with, Ron, the Apha male in the gorilla group. Ron was
six feet seven inches tall and muscular too. As far as I knew, both men
were tops.  I wondered how they would work that out.

Nate, a carpenter who looked like a beefy Gabby Hayes paired with Lewis, a
shy Methodist minister. Lewis loved to top, but tended to defer to more
dominant tops.  Nate was a bit shy too. I heard Lewis asked Nate what he
liked.

"I like it all," Nate said in his mountain drawl. He reached out and played
with Lewis' dill pickle sized cock. "To tell you the truth, I've got an
itch up my ass that needs scratching. Your fire plug might just do the
trick." Lewis looked as if Christmas came early.  Lewis was a lover and he
took his time.  Nate loved that.

Nate got on his back on a bench and I held his legs open for Lewis to fuck
him. I'm not much of an asshole man, but Nate's was pretty, sort of puffy
and pink.  Lewis eased his lubricated cock into the quivering hole. It went
in easily.  Nate growled as the minister's organ went deep. Once Lewis
started fucking all was well. The two men went at it for an hour. They
traded places a few times.  With each trade their fucking turned more to
lovemaking and cuddling.

Lewis was basically a social bottom, he did it to be polite.  Nate's rod
must have hit some new places, and I saw genuine enthusiasm as Nate fucked
him. Billy Bob looked like a proud momma bear who cubs had just caught
their first fish.  The choir boys and Lewis had been his only hold outs.
They hadn't been able to relax enough to enjoy sex to the fullest.  They
had crossed that threshold with the Silverbacks.  Billy Bob was happy and
could concentrate on Ron.

They were both into man sex, but both were tops and deep into fucking.  It
took some time to work things out. Both wanted to be in the drivers seat.
Billy Bob was taller than Ron, but Ron was definitely a muscle bear.
Billy's cock was longer and Ron's thicker.  They were fondling each others
cocks and good naturally bickering about this when I suggested they flip a
coin. "You can get the ball rolling and switch places later," I said.

"My ass hasn't been used that way in a while," Ron muttered. "It's kind of
tight."

"Shit, just think of it as a stretching exercise," I said. "Let's face it,
I'll bet both of your prostates could use a buff and shine, followed but a
nice, warm prostate bath," Sometimes it's all in the way you phrase it and
the buff and shine hit the spot with them.  The flipped a coin and Billy
Bob lost, he would bottom. The bickered again as to what position to fuck
in.  I made a Solomon-like decision and said it was the top's choice. "Just
remember, Billy Bob will fuck you next, what's good for the goose is good
for the gander."

"I hope you shoot a good load!" Billy Bob said.  He dropped to his knees
and sucked Ron, a few minutes later he was ready and willing to take Ron's
cock. He got on his back and put his legs on Ron's shoulders.

"I don't know it that hole of yours is big enough to hold what I am going
to shoot in there,'' Ron replied.  "My man scuzz will be drooling from your
ass!" He made a hard thrust.  Ron had a huge cock head and Billy Bob winced
when it popped through his sphincter, but the rest was clear sailing. All
was well. Rob was hard but fair and after ten or twelve hard pokes Billy
Bob was moaning and twitching in pleasure.

Wally the organist hooked up with Boy Tompkins. Boy was the reddest of the
rednecks. I went to school with him. My momma said his family was pure
white trash, so trashy they could only aspire to living in a trailer. Boy
was not too bright, but he wasn't mean either.  That was good for his
family; they tended to be mean. He looked like Bluto, if Bluto was five
feet five.

Wally was into Bach Fugues; Boy like NASCAR races. Somehow Wally got his
cock seven inches into Boy's rectum and it was true love.  Boy's ass was as
tight as Wally wanted and Wally's cock was as big as Boy could
take. Fortunately, they were in love and compatible only when genitally
connected. Once the cock was free from the ass, they had no interest in
each other. They were totally incompatible otherwise and they would have
been miserable. As long as they were hard it was magic.

It was beautiful watching them.  Boy was a fine musical instrument, like a
cello. Wally's cock was the bow and they made sweet music. The Choirboy
were pretty well fucked out by now. When Billy Bob and Wally got into it,
the boys rallied. I got inspired and took a trip up Sidney's ass.

I think at least ten or twelve men preceded me, but Sidney's ass was still
tight and he was still responsive. Apparently all that fucking sensitized
his ass lining and he seemed to respond to every movement of my cock.

I discovered something about myself. I would guess five or six men shot a
load into his tight ass. As my cock slid into his cum filled ass I got
really turned on. I had sloppy second a few times before, but this was the
mother load and my cock loved it. His ass was so hot and so juicy. I was
churning up a Whitman's sampler of man seed, I like to fuck, but I also
loved to pull my cock out of a hot ass covered in cock caviare. Jeremy
noticed and he licked my cock clean a few time.

Eventually the party wound down.  I think everyone was still willing, but
everyone also was too tired to do anymore.  Billy Bob's group left and the
Silverback's went to bed. It was a great success.

Sheriff Black's group never had outsiders join in. since I was the cook and
chief bottle washer for them, I got to see them evolve. Black had a get
together erratically depending on the men's schedules. It might be monthly,
bi monthly and once and a while, it was three or four months between the
meetings. None of the men who came were laid back, or go with the flow men.
They were all up tight to one degree or another.

It took a while for them to trust the sheriff and the other men. Even in a
group of gay men, some were afraid to relax and let their cocks take the
lead. The most relaxed men in the group were the country boys who had
experience with cousins and pals and knew the ropes.  The least relaxed
were the former Marines and Army men.  They were cautious.

I got along best with the outgoing country boy types and the shy types. The
country boys had few hang ups.  It wasn't sex for them; it was just messing
around.  They were good with the up tight southern Baptist guys who were
the exact opposite. They thought sexy thoughts were as bad as sex. The nice
thing about the country boy is they were non threatening and laid
back. They had a nice way of getting the shy ones to let them suck their
cock. Once the door was cracked, the battle was all but won.

Thurston Howell IV, aka Coon, was my favorite playmate.  As you can guess,
his folks liked Gilligan's Island. The hospital wouldn't let his folks add
the IV to the name, since there wasn't an I, II or III in the family, but
they added it informally. While Coon isn't the best name, it better than
Thurston Howell IV.  He was a state trooper,but tended to work
undercover. When you saw him it was impossible to guess he was a trooper.
His Uncle was a trooper and he got him in.

When I say Coon had few hang ups. I mean it. At the second or third meeting
of the group Coon brought his Uncle and two cousins to demonstrate the
Howell family solidarity. His Uncle, Trooper Robbie Howell, was retired but
had a young mans rock hard cock and was open minded. His cousin Herb was a
city police man and cousin Randy was a park ranger.  The family had a taste
for law enforcement work and cock.

Sheriff Black was building the group up and had twelve men at the Retreat
when the four Howell men arrived. Black was a good man and good leader, but
he was better at leading men in police activities than he was at
encouraging then to relax and get it on. Robbie Howell had a knack for
doing just that. He was part cheerleader and part spark-plug.

All the Howell's had long, thin cocks that drooped. They were impressive
soft and about the same size hard, but they were nice and hard.  The
downward curve of their meat was prefect for sucking.  Their knobs were
great tonsil ticklers. Robbie had the perfect cock for first timers. Coon
told me about it.

"You know he can stick that thing up your ass and you hardly know he's done
it until he gives your ass nut a workout," Coon said. "He a master fucker
once he's in you.  He cam play taps on your prostate until you're almost
crazy it feels so good."

"I take it he did you?" I asked.

"He sure did. It was a week after my 21st birthday. I spent he first day
getting drunk. I had been drunk before, but this was the first time
legal. I was with my pals messing around when Uncle Robbie surprised us,"
Coon explained. "Actually I was sucking on Cousin Alvis when I felt someone
at the back door.  Before I had a chance to see who it was, he was in me
deep and we were off to the races.  Boy was I surprised when I discovered
it was Uncle Robbie.

"Welcome to the family," he said when he shot his load in me. "It was
really nice."

Sheriff Black's parties were all oral until Howell boys joined in. Half the
guys at the party had virgin asses when the arrived, and were bottom sluts
when they left.

At first, Robbie, Coon and the other Howells gave pleasure to their
playmates without requiring reciprocity. Coon loved to suck and Robbie like
to bottom.  He loved getting a trooper to fuck him. He was vocal and
appreciative too.  Eventually the Howells would build up a store of good
will, and their playmates realized they needed to pay them back. Somehow
most ended up taking their maiden voyage on a Howell cock.