Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2004 04:11:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scouts 3

Scouts 3

by Bald Hairy Man

This is an adult gay story intended for adult gay men.  If you are offended
by this or are not an adult, gay or a man, DON'T READ IT.  It has a lot of
sex between adult men, many of whom are older, hairy, bearded, and in this
case of several different races.  If this offends you, DON'T READ IT.  If
you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com.

I had a chance to explore the cave over the next day.  It was a natural
wonder and almost as if it had been designed to be a hide out.  The cave
entrance was narrow and well concealed by dense growth.  Inside the
entrance there was no suggestion there was a larger cavern beyond. At the
rear of the entrance there was a dark spot.  You couldn't tell it was a
hole.  If you went into the hole there were two almost right angled bends.
When you navigated these, you entered the main set of caverns. These were
dry and cool.  A fire set here could be not be seen from the entrance.

There were three chambers, each with a concealed entrance.  The innermost
chamber contained the pool and hot spring. This had dim natural light. The
steam from the pool escaped through an opening in the roof of the cave. I
went outside and couldn't see any escaping steam.  I was with Billy and he
said the strong winds in this mountain area dissipated the evidence.

The air was cold and the wind was strong. "This place is incredible," I
said.

"That it is. It's the perfect smugglers' cove, if only we were on the sea,"
Billy said. "A good group of men, too."

"They seem friendly"

"That's not the word for it." Billy said. "They run everything ship shape.
Their watch arrangements are clever, but they know how to relax too. It's
an odd combination in my experience.  I've known officers who were
intelligent and by the book men, but they were never off duty.  It consumed
them.  These men aren't like that."

"They know how to enjoy themselves."  I said.

"They're the biggest bunch of cock hounds and libertines I've ever met!"
Billy exclaimed. "It's like going to war in the day time and screwing all
night at a Roman orgy."

"Sodom and Gomorrah is more like it." I said.

"If Sodom was like this, I'd run for mayor!" Billy said. "If things were
this good in Sodom, no one in their right minds would have left."

"You like it?"

"I surely do. And you?"

I thought for a minute. "I think I do.  It felt so good, but it's so
different from anything back in Vermont."

"Let yourself go, boy," Billy said. "You're a bear who's fallen into a
bucket of honey. Take advantage of it."

"Do you think I should?"

"Hell yes! Why not? To tell you the truth, I've been living in a nightmare
for the last four years.  Anything that feels good is good enough for me."

"I'm not sure it's my choice. Rally and his Uncle seem to be very
convincing," I said, smiling.

Billy laughed. "I've got a lot more experience than you and I can tell you
Rally's one of a kind. I knew a Boson on the HMS Achilles who was almost
like him, but Rally seems to have made a scientific study of it. He knows
how to milk every drop of pleasure from a cock."

I got close to Billy and whispered, "Is everyone here . . .?"

"A cock sucker?" Billy completed my sentence. "It seems that way to
me. Rally is the cock prophet and everyone is a convert.  It's all really
open.  I've spent my life sneaking around, hiding my true feelings. It
takes some getting use to, let me tell you.  Bobby, did you know you had a
taste for cock?"

"I don't rightfully know," I said. "I never did it before, but I surely
didn't mind it when I did it for the first time.  Never was much into
girls. Maybe there's something wrong with me."

"Hell, boy.  There's nothing wrong with me and I love sucking cock," Billy
exclaimed.

"Not as much as me," a voice said.  I looked at the man and saw a
pint-sized version of Rally.

"Bobby, meet Wally, Rally's little brother," Billy said in introduction.

"Pleased to meet ya," he replied as we shook hands. For a small man, he had
a strong handshake. "Rally said yer a good man, even if you come from up
North."

"Something tells me you're a good man even if you're half sized," I
said. Wally thought this was funny.

"How old you be?" he asked.

"23."

"I'm 18 or maybe 17, Momma was getting worn out when I came along," Wally
said. "Daddy always said the threw away the pattern after me." I looked at
him, his clothes were ragged, there was hair poking out where the rags had
disintegrated. He had a bearskin cloak to keep him warm. "Follow me Bobby,
I'm on lookout duty, I'll show you the lie of the land."  I followed him
into the dense undergrowth.

It was heavy going. I had to crawl. Wally had an advantage since he could
fit in small places. He took me to his eyrie. I could have gone by the
hideout a thousand times and never known it was there. It was up in the
cluster of Chestnuts, invisible from below.  Up in the tree, Wally had a
clear view of the mountains. I got up there with difficulty. I slipped once
and almost fell. Wally grabbed me with his iron like grip and saved me.

"Thanks," I said.

"We're all in the same boat here. It's nothing."

We settled down. I saw nothing but trees and mountains.  Rally knew every
leaf and rock. "Tolly and his folks are valley men.  They don't know crap
about the mountains.  Watch for birds. They get stirred up when Tolly tries
to make a move." he exclaimed. "See that shadow? That's a run, it's easier
to move up a run, than cut across the ridges.  Keep your eye on it"

"Tolly doesn't have any mountain folks on his side?"

"Hell no. I don't give a crap about slaves and don't care if they're slave
or free, but Tolly and his kind treat everyone like dirt. He ain't fair.
Old Mr. McGruder was the Justice of the Peace before Tolly. You were
treated fair.  He was a hard man, but fair. Tolly's a thief and a
fornicator!"

"Fornicator?"

"I like messing around and having some fun as much as anyone, but I ain't
never, and I mean never, had to force anyone to play," he explained. "He
bedded Alice Shifflet so her Daddy wouldn't get whipped.  Tolly whipped him
anyway.  It ain't right. Alice had a baby.  He took it and killed it.  They
say it was a natural death, but I don't believe that one bit."

The day was turning warm. I was comfortable and took off my coat. Wally
shed his bearskin, then the rags he called a shirt.

"You need to get a new shirt,"

"This shirt makes me hide in the leaves," Wally replied.

"That fur coat you are wearing should do that," I said.  He looked at his
bear skin, then he looked at his furry chest.

He laughed, "Daddy said Momma was keeping company with a wolf before I was
born."

" Well you look quite a bit like your bother.  He can't blame it on a
wolf."

"We are all lookers, aren't we." I laughed at Wally's witticism. We had to
stay quiet, listening for the sound of the enemy. I almost dozed off.

"You can't fall asleep," Wally whispered as he shook me awake.

"It's hard," I said.  "How do you do it?"

"Well, I've got a little game I play, Skin the Snake." Wally responded. I
looked puzzled. "Whip `er out and I'll show you." With that he pulled out
his cock. Wally had his bother's cock, but Wally was so small, it looked
monstrous.

"Hell, I never guessed you had that dangling between your legs.  It's a
third leg!"

"Pretty, ain't it?  The object is to skin the snake and see how close you
can get it to spit, without shooting a load."  Wally stroked his cock.
Hard it was even more impressive than soft. It almost looked as if he would
lose his balance if he tried to walk.

"Mine's nothing like yours," I said.

"I know better than that.  Uncle Alvis and Rally gave me the low down.
Pull'er out and skin it back." I did.

"They said you have a nice one," he commented, "Stroke it and get it hard."
Wally was already hard.  I wasn't sure I could do it with him watching, but
that wasn't a problem. "The nice thing about skinning the snake is you can
keep watch and stoke at the same time. You always know where it's at, and
what y'er doing."

"What you don't want to do is drain your balls.  That makes you sleepy. You
try to see how close you can get, then cool'er down. When the urge is gone
you start all over again."

"I can see how it would keep you awake," I said. "How long can you keep it
up?"

"Depends," he murmured. "I can go for a right long while.  Same for
Rally. He can shoot a single spurt and stop. It's everything or nothing for
me."

"Damn!"  I exclaimed, I shot a volley of cum into the air.  I was able to
stop, but I was teetering on the edge.

"Calm down, you can do it," Wally whispered.  I was really close, but the
urge to shoot subsided.  Wally was looking at me with a smile on his face.
I saw a glob of my seed sitting on his chest hair.

"I'm sorry, it looks like I got you."

He looked down and saw the seed.  "Damn if you didn't.  You've got good
aim!"  Being splattered with my cock scum obviously didn't bother him.  He
took his finger, collected the seed and licked it up.

"Hard to believe you can make babies out of that suff.  Isn't it?"

"I never thought of it that way."

"Never thought of it that way either, until Dr. Max told me about it. He
told me when a man let's you eat his seed, it's good. You feel close."

"It seems to me sucking a man's cock makes you close too." I said. Wally
laughed, but he was still looking over the mountains and forest. Wally was
always on watch. We talked off and on for the afternoon. We returned to the
cave at dusk. There was no moon so the mountains were all but impassible in
the dark.  They fortified the cave each night and one man could guard the
narrow entrance easily.

Henry and Wolf had cooked dinner. It was a roast of venison and some
potatoes. After salt pork and hardtack, it tasted like the finest meal at
the Astor House. I sat with John Van Lew and Wally. The conversation in the
cave was odd.  Half of the men were speaking in German. Sean and Billy were
talking about the good old days in Dublin. Van Lew and I were educated, but
the rest of the men had no education at all.

Van Lew was from Richmond, but he sounded as if he was from New England.
His family was originally from Boston. He was an interesting man. He had
been under watch since the beginning of the rebellion.  His views about the
Confederacy were well known.  His sister was doing all she could to help
our prisoners in Richmond.

"She thinks they won't hang a lady. Liz is every inch a lady," John
said. "They'd love to hang me. I feel useless."

"Your sister must be head strong, a true Southern Belle."

"She's a lot more than head strong, and she bite your head off for saying
she was a Southern Belle.  She's a patriot." John said.

"How did you end up here?" I asked.

"Trying to escape the draft," he said. "We ran into a Rebel unit and had to
take another route. We got lost and Alvis found us. I was lucky to be with
Sean. Alvis thought I might be a spy, but Sean's Irish brogue was enough to
convince him we were true Union men. They hate Irish Catholics."

"They feel the same way in Vermont." I said.

"War changes everything. You don't care who men are, only what they can
do. A man is a man." John said. We agreed on that.  I told him about my day
with Wally.

"I led a very proper life in Richmond.  I had no idea someone like Wally
existed," John said.  "Now that I know him and him and his family, I admit,
I like them.  It's a different world.  I'm married back in Richmond.  I've
been shocked at how much I've enjoyed it."

"Not like your wife?"

"Not even close.  She is much more proper than I." he said, "Enough talk,
lets go to the pool and relax."  That took my fancy, so we went deeper into
the cave to the thermal pool.  It was dark, but John knew the way.  When we
got there, the pool chamber was illuminated by a single candle.

We stripped naked and got into the pool of warm water.  There were several
other men in the room, but it was too dark to see who they were.  They were
talking, but in very low tones, so I couldn't identify their voices.

I am shy, but the darkness and the stimulation of the afternoon with Wally
gave me nerve.  I reached out to touch John's cock.  It was all ready hard.
"You can read my mind," he said.  He played with my balls.

"I'm afraid I'm going to shoot at any moment," I said.  "Wally got me
ripe."

John chuckled. "I know what you mean.  He taught you his way to stay
awake?"

"You know about that?"

"I offered to help him get a patent for it!" John replied.  "I love to suck
cock, but don't like the taste of man seed much."

"I would be glad to help you out," a man with a strong German accent said.
"I love man milk."

"Bobby, Gus is right about that," John said.  "Gus was the Editor of the
Staunton newspaper, but he must have been a dairy farmer in an earlier
life.  He knows how to milk a cock." I got out of the water and sat on a
rock on the edge of the pool.

Gus swallowed my entire cock and I shot off as I expected.  Gus wasn't done
with me.  He continued to suck.  I continued to talk with John and later
Alvis joined us.  It was odd to have a normal conversation with men while
another sucked me.  They knew Gus and his tastes and didn't seem to notice,
or care.

In the course of the next hour or so as Gus sucked, I had two more orgasms.
Each was as good as the first, if not better.  I fell asleep.