Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 07:09:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loon Pond Part 1

Loon Pond

Part 1

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.  This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is
indicated.


When you live in a small town and things go bad, they go real bad.  Things
were pretty good for us until Dad got laid off at the lumber mill.  We
lived in Loon Pond, N.Y., on the edge of the Adirondacks.  Looking back,
it's clear you can't chop down all the trees and expect there to be trees
to process into two-by-fours.  Dad was a good man, but not very adaptable.
He went South to get a lumber mill job in South Carolina.

He was going to send for us when he got enough money, but that wasn't good
enough for Mom.  Mom had a waitress job at Wilson's Restaurant.  She met a
guy there, so she divorced Dad, but never quite married Johnny.  Johnny was
married and he said he was going to get a divorce, but he never got around
to it.  Mom and I got along well, but she was never very happy.

This was in the early 60's and divorce was rare in our town.  In a small
town everyone knew what was going on and that made things rough for me at
school.  Most of the people in town were Catholic and Mom was "living in
sin."  That meant I was living in sin too, even though I hadn't even met
Johnny.

Kids avoided me.  My grades were okay, but there was no social life at all.
When I say social life, I don't mean parties, I mean no one would even talk
to me unless absolutely necessary.  It was as if they could catch something
from me.

On day we got a telegram; Dad was dead, killed in an accident at the mill.
He had already been buried, so there was no funeral to go to.  He was just
gone.  A month later Mom went to the hospital in Potsdam, the nearest big
town.  When I say big, I mean big in comparison to Loon Pond.  It must have
had 6000-7000 people. The news from the hospital wasn't good. She was sick,
but she didn't tell me what kind of sickness.

That spring, I had just turned 17 and thought of myself as an adult, but at
that time no one even said the world cancer.  I knew Mom was sick, but it
didn't know how sick.  I figured I could take care of my self, but she got
my Dad's brother, Uncle Ralph to take me in.  He lived five miles outside
of Loon Pond on a small lake.  She went to stay with her sister in
Syracuse.  Aunt Ellen was a nurse.

We had never been close to Uncle Ralph, he didn't get along with my Mom
before the divorce not to mention after.  Mom told me he was a bad
influence and I rarely got to see him.  I think he and Dad were close, but
I'm not sure about that.  When you're a kid, you don't notice things like
that.

I guess it was an any port in a storm.  Uncle Ralph was my only close
relative on my Dad's side.  To Mom's family I was a souvenir of an error in
judgement.  She had married "below herself." I found out later they had
great hopes for Johnny.  Johnny was a car dealer and they thought he was
loaded.  I was an impediment to Johnny's divorce as far as they were
concerned.

Uncle Ralph was a big bearded guy.  He was a ranger of the Adirondack State
Park, so he had a good job.  He was Dad's older brother and they looked
alike, but Ralph was three inches taller and fifty pounds heavier.  Dad was
clean shaven and Ralph scared me when I was younger.  At that time I
thought he was ugly.  Looking back, I think he was so big and hairy he was
just too much.  I wasn't scared anymore, but I sure wasn't too comfortable
moving in with him.  He wasn't overjoyed either.

"Timmy," he said.  "This is a poor situation.  I know you're not happy
about it and I'm none too pleased either.  Let's just try to make the best
of it."

"I'll get a job and be on my own soon enough." I said.

"Your going to finish High School and get your degree!" Ralph answered.
"If you can get into college, you're going to do that too.  Your Daddy made
a big mistake when he quit school and got a job.  You're not going to make
the same mistake."  Ralph was a really even tempered man, but he said this
with real vehemence.  At 6'-4" and 250 pounds, he expected to be obeyed.  I
might not have agreed, but I wasn't going to contradict him.

There were two months left in my Junior year at school and my grades took a
sudden up swing. Doing home work was a good excuse to get away from him in
my bedroom.  I asked him a few questions about Algebra and History and
discovered Ralph was a smart man.  He had gone to the Ranger School, but he
liked books and knew a lot.  He didn't talk much at first, but when he
started helping me with my homework, we found common ground.  It was a safe
subject compared to my Mom.

I sent her a letter every day of two and lied about how good it was.  I
figured she had enough problems.  After I had been with Ralph a month, I
suddenly realized my lies were true.  Uncle Ralph was regular as a clock,
breakfast and dinner every day at the same time.  He took me to school on
the morning and I waited for him at the Town Library after school to get
picked up.

Mr. Billings, the Librarian didn't like me hanging around, but after a few
weeks, one of the volunteers didn't show and I did some re shelving for
him.  I did it fast; he was pleased.  He offered me a part time job doing
that for the two hours a day.  That turned into a full time job during the
summer.

Mr.  Billing was a small, mousy man, but turned out to be nice.  We had one
or two drunks who would sometimes hang around the place.  One day, I came
in at 3:00 and found Buster, the town's worst drunk, giving Miss Ellery,
one of the volunteers a bad time. Miss Ellery was one of the spinster
ladies who helped at the Library.  I was already six feet tall and almost
200 pounds, so I took care of Buster.  Up until that time, I had been
damaged goods as far as she was concerned.  After Buster apologized to her
and left the library, Miss Ellery changed. All of the volunteers became
much more friendly.  Some even brought me home-baked cookies and cakes.

Letters from Mom became intermittent.  When they came, Aunt Ellen wrote
them.  I got the impression things weren't good, but Aunt Ellen used the
word "stable" a lot.  I wanted to go and see Mom, but Mom said she was too
tired.

Uncle Ralph didn't have a girl friend, but he had several good buddies.  Ed
Smith was his closest friend.  He worked at the Exxon station and was known
to be the best auto mechanic in town.  He looked like a tall, but scrawny
hillbilly to me.  He was a nice guy and dropped by all the time.  Lou was
another Ranger who looked a lot like Ralph, but was shorter and Randy was a
State Trooper.

The school year came to an end; I did really well on my Regents' Tests.
Uncle Ralph had picnic lunch to celebrate.  I didn't have any friends to
invite other than Mr. Billings.  The days had finally warmed up.  Uncle
Ralph's house was a former camp sitting on the north side of the pond.  The
forest came right up to the front door, but there was a south facing lawn
on the other side of the house, overlooking the lake.  It was much warmer
there than anywhere else in the area.

Ralph had terraced the yard, stepping down to the lake.  The rough stone
walls of the terraces heated up in the sun and he already had flowers
blooming.  Ed, Lou, Randy and Mr.  Billings were there and we sat around
eating and talking.  I was surprised at how much they knew about me.
Obviously, I had been the subject of much conversation.

Mr.  Billings should have been a fish out of water, but he got along well
with the men.  I found out his name was Rod, a macho name for such and
unimpressive man.  He was a big time fisherman and an amateur naturalist.
He knew the history of the Adirondacks forwards and backwards, so they all
had no problem talking

This was the first really warm day we had that year and everyone had shed
their quilted jackets and vests and had actually unbuttoned their shirts.
"This is a prefect place to sunbathe." Mr.  Billings commented.  "It's so
warm and pleasant."

"That it is," Ed said, "you feel like a hot house flower after seeing
little other than florescent light all winter.  This is the best place in
the mountains to work on your tan.  Do you get in the sun?  You don't look
it."

"I do tan, it's just that I revert to my normal pasty self in a week or
two," Mr. Billings said.  "I live in a small house with difficult
neighbors, so I can't get into the sun often.  They complain if I wear a
tee shirt in the back yard!"

"No problem with that here!" Randy said.  "Before Tim arrived, a jock strap
was formal attire." Everyone laughed.

"I had no idea!" I said.  "I couldn't care less.  We're all guys here.  I
don't see what you wear matters."

"To tell you the truth, and if you and Rod can keep it quiet, most of the
time when we come here in the summer it's all naked, all the time." Lou
said.  "It ain't pretty.  None of us looks much like Annette's Bobby Darin,
but it is relaxing."

"You men go bare assed?" Rod asked.  "All of you?"  Ed nodded.  "Damn!" I
got some strange vibes from the conversation.  It struck me as odd, but
kind of exciting.

"You know, I've never been naked out doors." I said.

"Nor me." Rod said.  "I wouldn't mind trying it, but it won't be today.  I
have to get to work to close the library.  Miss Summers is on duty."  Miss
Summers was the libraries oldest volunteer and she tended to forget to lock
up.  The other men had to go, except for Randy.  He and Ralph took of their
shirts and sat in the sun.  I joined them.  Randy was into bodybuilding and
Ralph was naturally muscular.

Uncle Ralph looked like a gorilla he was so hairy.  I thought Randy was
smooth, but his blond chest hair matched his skin and was hard to see.  I
was beginning to get hairy and I realized where it came from.

The phone rang.  Several minutes later Uncle Ralph came back, dressed for
work.

"That was my boss, the Superintendent.  His kid fell and he had to take him
to a doctor.  I'm going to take his shift.  I'll be back by seven or so,"
he said.  He drove off.  I was alone with Randy, the Trooper.

I had been thinking about the earier conversation. "I had no idea you guys
went naked around here." I said.

"We've been doing it for years.  Does it bother you?" he asked.

"No.  Not really."  I said.

"Not really means it does," he replied.  "What bothers you about it?"

"Well, . . ." I couldn't find the right word.

"Does it excite you?" he asked, looking me straight in the eye.

I laughed.  "I think that's it. "

"You shower at school, does it bother you there?"

"No, but it's different there.  They're all boys." I said.

"Well we're all men."

I smiled.  "Maybe that's the problem," I replied.

Randy stood and unbuckled his pants.  "Do you want to join me?" he asked.
Thinking a minute. I said, sure.  I slipped my pants down.  While I was
wearing undershorts, Randy wasn't.  When I took my underpants off, I was
half hard.

"Sorry about that," I said.

"Nice equipment," Randy said. "Cocks aren't obedient all the
time. Sometimes they seem to a mind of their own.  It use to happen to me
when I was your age."

"You mean you never get hard when you don't want to?"

"Not often," the Trooper said.  "That's, unless I get lucky."  We talked
for a while. I said, I didn't know when Mom was coming back.

"Cancer is a horrible disease," he said.

"She has cancer?" I replied.

"Yes.  Tim, I'm terribly sorry.  I didn't know she hadn't told you.  Ralph
will kill me for telling you if it was supposed to be a secret," he said.

"I won't tell."  I said, then I asked him about cancer. When he was done, I
understood what had been going on. It all made sense, but it was a
shock. In the lake a hawk dove to get a fish. It was a beautiful afternoon
and we turned the conversation to other things. That was goo, I needed
sometime to think things out.

Randy got up to get a drink from the house.  Now he was half hard. "I
thought you said you have your cock under control?"  I said. "Did you just
get lucky?"

Randy laughed, "That's up to you, Tim." It took me a second or two to
realize what he meant, then my cock turned hard as a rock.  I don't know
what came over me, but I reached out and touched his cock.  I thought he
would be pissed at me touching him, but he dropped to his knees and took my
cock into his mouth.

I had absolutely no idea anything could feel that good. Randy was a master
cock sucker and my first really sexual experience was with the Michelangelo
of cock suckers. I was ready to shoot in less than a minute. He knew I was
close.

"Do you want to shoot off?" he asked.

"Any way you could suck it for an hour or two before I shoot?" I asked. He
laughed, but I was dead serious.

"Well, I'll see what I can do," Randy said as he returned to my cock.

"Can I suck yours?" I asked.

"Sure, you don't have to.  Don't do anything you don't want to," Randy
said.  "You don't need to be polite."

I licked his cock head, then swallowed the head. I don't know what I
expected. Whatever it was, it didn't include the rush of emotion which
rolled over me. It wasn't a ripple, it was a tidal wave. The feelings were
all new, unlike anything I had ever felt before.  I had jerked off before,
but ths was like comparing a shotgun blast to an atomic explosion.

We got on the grass and I sucked Randy as he sucked me.  It just kept on
getting better.  Everything we tried was more exciting than what we had
done before. I was flattered. Randy was a really good looking man and it
didn't seem possible he was interested in me.  He had a Steve Reaves sort
of body and was nice to boot.  I usually didn't even shake hands with many
people and now I was completely naked with a State Trooper doing things I
hadn't known were possible.

He was sucking my cock when I felt my cum build up to the exploding
point. "I'm going to shoot!"  I cried. Randy didn't move; he continued to
suck. I shot my load into his mouth and he didn't mind at all. When I was
done, he held me as I cooled down.

"You're okay?" Randy asked.

"Thanks." I said. "I'm more than okay." He hugged me.

I dosed off.  When I roused my self, Uncle Ralph was looking at me. I was
naked with Randy on the lawn.

"Have I missed something?"  He asked in his deep bass voice.  Randy opened
his eye.

"You've missed the first act, but there's still the grand finale," Randy
replied. He didn't seem to be worried at all. Uncle Ralph exploded in
laughter. He continued to laugh as he stripped.

"I've got to get to work; I'll let you and Tim talk things over," Randy
said as he dressed quickly and left.  I was alone in the yard with Uncle
Ralph looking at me. He was a huge man, being naked made him seem even
bigger. I glanced at his cock. I was going to be cool, but I ended up
staring at it. It was huge.

Randy was handsome and had a beautiful cock.  He was cut, with a long, thin
cock about six or seven inches and a big mushroom head.  Ralph's meat was
uncut and his thick, lumpy cock hung six inches soft. He had big, bull
balls hanging below in a hairy sack. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. My
cock got hard again.

"I'm so embarrassed," I said.

"It's a family tradition," Ralph said. "I didn't know if you inherited the
genes. We've never exactly been gay, but we sure like cock."  I was still
staring at his cock.  He got closer.  I leaned forward and sucked the
foreskin into my mouth.

Ralph sighed.  "Timmy, you do that just like your Dad.  It brings back good
memories.  He loved my cock."  Maybe I should have been shocked, but I was
so excited by his cock, I hardly noticed what he was saying.  His cock
slowly grew.  After a few minutes his cock was ten or eleven inches and as
thick as a beer can.  Even hard, the skin still covered most of his bloated
cock head.