Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 17:46:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loon Pond 3

Loon Pond

Part 3

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
suggested.

I had been a virgin the day before when Randy introduced me to man to man
sex.  Randy was a handsome man and I had been flattered.  Ralph wasn't
handsome, at least not as most people would see it, but he tuned me on.  I
don't know exactly why, but he was incredibly sexually stimulating and
exciting.

Neither Ed nor Rod were either handsome, or exciting.  They were just
average guys.  Sex with them was unexpectedly great.  Looking back, I badly
wanted to please Randy and Ralph, so I was afraid I might do something
wrong.  I was nervous and a bit uneasy.  My knowledge was so limited and I
was so new to man sex, I was afraid I might offend them or do something bad
and they wouldn't like me.

I wasn't too worried about Ron or Ed.  They were nice guys, but they
weren't going to be the love of my life.  I was much more relaxed and could
enjoy it more without the stress.  Ed and Rod didn't know each other, but
they were experienced and seemed to know exactly what the other wanted.

My only sexual skill was cock sucking, but that was more than enough for
them.  Having done it for the first time the day before, I pick up the
skill easily; I'm a natural. I was sucking Ed while Ron sucked me. Ron not
only sucked me, but he deep throated me.  For the first time my entire cock
was in a man's throat. It felt great.

I tried to do the same to Ed. His cock was long and thin and I had no
problem. I started to swallow it and the next thing I knew, my nose was
sniffing Ed's pubic bush.  When I pulled back, I must have suctioned some
precum from his cock.  I tasted pre cum for the first time and loved it.
The man smell of Ed's bush was good too. At first I wasn't sure about the
smell, but it grows on you.

Maybe I had tasted precum the day before, but I had been too excited to
notice. I found if I held Ed's cock tightly with my lips and stroked the
underside of his cock with my tongue, I could milk the juice from his
balls.  This really turned me on.

"We'd better cool down some if we don't want to shoot too fast," Ron said.
"We've got the whole afternoon to play."  After we broke apart, I got to
look closely at Ron and Ed's cocks. Ed's cock was shining, covered in my
saliva.  It was a white snake with a flared pink mushroom head.  A bead of
pre cum drooled from his small slit.  Ron's cock was the size of a beer
can, almost wider than it was long.  His cock head was the same size as the
broad shaft and was bisected by a wide slit.  The thick ring through the
slit glistened in the sunlight.

I stroked Ed's cock, but he told me to stop. He was to close to shooting. I
sucked Ron's instead.

I could hardly get his cock head into my mouth, it was that thick. I licked
the gold ring as it entered his piss slit.  The slit was so wide I could
get my tongue into his cock shaft even with the ring in place.  My tongue
was soon bathed in Ron's pre cum. His cock jelly was 100% proof. It was
jelly, not like Ed's juice.  Ron's cock leaked a thick, sweet ooze of
lubricant and hormones. The taste when straight to my brain and then to my
cock.

As I worked on Ron, Ed attached himself to my cock.  When he deep throated
me, I shot off.  He took all of my cum.  Ed seemed to like it. I was
embarrassed at shooting off so fast, but Ed and Ron were understanding.
They were more interested in getting me off, than in shooting themselves.
For the rest of the afternoon we just stayed in the sun and sucked when we
felt the urge. As a teenager, I knew I was horny, but Ed and Ron were just
as eager for sex as me. There was a lot of sucking.  Ed got to taste my cum
and Ron went back for seconds.

I also got to suck Ron as he shot off.  He had huge balls and they must
have been working overtime.  It was a mouthful.  As I sucked and swallowed,
I felt something splatter on my back. That was Ed shooting off.  After we
finished, we went down to the pond and cleaned up. Ed and Ron went home.

Thinking about what I had just done, I realized just how enjoyable the sex
had been. I'm not sure I knew sex could be entertainment.  Sex with Ed and
Ron wasn't as intense as with Randy or Ralph, but it was still good. I had
thought of sex as a single experience.  Sex was more like eating. I loved
to eat, but there is a wide range of food experiences between eating at a
Macdonald's and a gourmet dinner.  Sex with Ron and Ed was like a Sunday
dinner, good food, good company and lots of enjoyment.  Sex with Ralph was
more like eating at a fancy restaurant.  All of the experiences were good,
but they were more varied that I had thought.

After that afternoon, life quieted down quite a bit.  Uncle Ralph and I
played several times, but his schedule was long and busy in the summer, so
he was tired when he got home.  After making dinner and cleaning up, he was
ready for bed.

The next weekend Ralph took me to see Mom.  It was a good trip, if
difficult.  She looked all right, but was weak and tired. She didn't admit
to being sick, but we talked and settled some things.

Ralph was nice to her and they made up.  There had been some good times in
the past and they laughed about them. It was a good visit.  I knew she
hadn't admitted to herself how sick she was, but Ralph said that was a way
to deal with problems. "Some people face problems head on, some simply
avoid the problem all together."  Uncle Ralph explained.  "I guess it
doesn't make much difference which approach works for you, as long as it
works."

A week or two later on a Tuesday evening Ralph got a phone call.  He spoke
to a man for a while and came back into the living room. "Timmy, I've got
some friends dropping over this weekend," he said, "You may want to spend
the weekend with someone else."

"Why?" I asked.

"They're all gay," he said.

I laughed. "I've not had any problems with your gay friends before," I
said. "I thought you had noticed?"

Ralph smiled.  "You're right, I had noticed. These guys are a bit
different," he said. "They're all big and beefy guys like me, but they're
all fuckers. You've never tried anal."

"Well, it doesn't seem to me I've had any problem with man sex so far," I
said. "I'm not sure I'd have a problem. Who are these guys?"

"Well, let me explain.  This is a club my Uncle Amos founded about 50 years
ago.  It's called the Adirondack Bear Society.  Officially it a
conservation group.  Preserving wildlife."

"And unofficially?"

"It's made of big men who like to fuck themselves silly for a weekend once
a year," my Uncle said.  "Amos collected some of the loner lumberjacks who
populate these parts so they could take care of all their sexual needs for
the year in a single blowout.  He figured if it was good enough for the
bears to do it once a year, it should be good enough for them."

I laughed again.  "There is some logic in that, I guess," I said.  "Why
wouldn't I like it?  I know I've never been fucked, but I wouldn't mind
trying it."

"I think you might, but it's not that simple," Ralph said.  "New members
need to take the cock of every one of the members.  There's no oral, it's
100% ass play.  My ass was sore for a month after I joined it.  I was
pretty well prepared for it by Dad and my Uncle."

"I think I'd be interested," I said.  "You like to fuck?"

"I sure do and I like to be fucked too," Ralph replied.  "But as I said,
it's not that easy.  These are all big, beefy men with meaty cocks and
heavy balls.  They'd love your cock, but there ain't no training wheels.
This is a man ramming, hole filling fuck fest.  There is nothing pretty or
dainty about it."

"Uncle Ralph, I'm afraid you're making it sound better and better.  How
many men are there? "

Ralph burst into hearty laughter.  "Damn, you got the family genes!" he
cried.  He was silent for a few seconds.  "I think there'll be about ten
men.  Maybe a few more.  It depends who can get away.  There one more thing
I should tell you.  The guys really like it if the new member's ass is
virgin."

"Was your ass virgin?" I asked.

"Nope, but I said it was!" Ralph answered.  He was smiling.  "There is no
turning back.  No one had ever stopped after two or three guys."

"Is that a rule?"

"Not really, it just never happened." he said.

"You know I want to join, don't you?"  He nodded.

"The initiation may be a stretch for you, but once it's over you'll take to
it like a duck to water. Damn, you remind me of your father!"  Ralph said
as he hugged me.  I had to admit I wasn't entirely sure about this, but
curiosity and lust got the better of my common sense.  The rest of the week
passed quickly. On Friday, Ralph got few cases of beer and bought one or
two tons of food

Ralph was off duty that weekend.  This was easy since he was always willing
to help out other rangers who had scheduling problems.  They owed him.  At
two in the afternoon a Jeep drove up with three men inside.  When they got
out, I realized what Ralph meant by big men.

The biggest and tallest of the men came over to me. "Hi, you must be
Timmy. I'm Gil," he said. I will swear he was a dead ringer for Grizzly
Adams, with a full blond beard, blue eyes and a deep tan. We shook hands
and he introduced me to the other men.  "This is Ari, he's a retired
restaurant owner from Florida, and the thin guy is Andy, a local artist."
Ari was Greek, I would guess, with curly black hair.  His plaid shirt was
open and his chest was covered in hair.

Andy was tall and thin only in comparison to the other men. He was probably
220 pounds.  The other men were in 250-300 pound range, but they looked
solid. All were well over 6 feet tall. Ralph came out and they unpacked the
car.  They brought more beer and had a tent.

An hour later a GMC Yukon with Pennsylvania plates arrived with more
guests. I was shocked when Mandelbaum and Ali Baba got out of the car.
They were well-known professional wrestlers. When I was ten or twelve I
loved Mandelbaum and hated Ali Baba with a vengeance.  They were impressive
in the ring, close up they were astounding. There were all muscles and
beef, not an ounce of fat.

"Ali Baba!" I cried.

"Call me Al," he said in a commanding tone. "This is Manson, my
friend. We're not in the ring, not a word about wrestling!  You
understand?"  He had a snarl on his face.

"Yes sir!"

The snarl turned into a broad smile. "We're on vacation and playing Ali
Baba takes too much effort, you understand?" Al said, as he shook hands.
Al and Manson turned out to be ordinary nice guys. They were famous, but
fame hadn't gone to their heads. After I got to know them, I realized they
were great guys, macho, but almost sweet.

At five a State Park Patrol car arrived.  Lou Delaport got out. He worked
with Ralph. I though he was here for business, but he had two other guys
with him. One was his cousin, Jim, and the other was a guy named Whitey.
They were all big men too. Lou was short, stocky, with a black beard and a
muscular physique. Jim was a taller, polar version of Lou.  Whitey had the
figure of a 19th century boxer, solid and massive. These men also had a
tent.

The final group of men wasn't going to get here until the next
day. Everyone worked on putting up the tents.  It reminded me of a Boy
Scout camp but with oversized scouts.  The guys all knew what they were
doing and the tents were quite elaborate. Ralph had distributed some beers
and we formed a cheerful group. I went to help Ralph to help make dinner.
Ari and Al were in the kitchen helping out.

You wouldn't think these huge men would be handy around the kitchen, but
they were.  They weren't just handy, they were masters. I never saw so much
slicing and dicing, mixing and seasoning.  Dinner was going to be good.

They didn't need me so I went out to join the others.  It was warm, most of
the men had either taken off their shirts or were naked.  I joined the
naked group. I knew my cock was good sized, but I was in the land of the
giants. Everyone was pleasant and the conversation was easy.  After a few
minutes I hardly noticed all of us were naked.  The grill was going and the
air was filled with the smell of cooking chicken.

After a while, Al and Ari brought diner out.  The barbequed chicken was
good, but the salads were spectacular.  My mother wasn't a good cook and
Ralph was pretty straightforward.  Al and Ari were great.  Everything was
exceptional and the men got downright festive. The beer had some effect
too. I was feeling comfortable and at ease. I have to admit I was also
getting horny.  Everyone was feeling the same way.  It was cooling off and
we set a camp fire.  Everyone was naked by now, so the men got closer to
keep warm.

Ralph hadn't told how things were organized for the group, so I had assumed
the men would line up to fuck me.  I was visualizing some sort of a
fraternity initiation.  That wasn't what happened.  I was sitting in a
tight cluster with Gil and Al.  Al had his arm over my shoulder.  His other
arm was fondling my balls.  We were talking, but I was playing with both
Gil and Al's cocks.  All of us were getting hard.

I looked around the ring of men and saw Lou on his hands and knees taking
Ralph's cock in his ass.  Next to them Manson was taking Jim's cock.  I
hadn't guessed the massive wrestler was a bottom, but he sure was enjoying
it.  I saw Jim wince in pain as Andy popped his meat into Jim's hole.  A
second later Jim's face looked serene as Andy's cock slipped deep.

Al slipped his hand from my balls toward my asshole.  Gil smiled at me.
"Are you ready?"  He asked.  Gil stroked my cock and some pre cum oozed
from it.

"I guess so," I said.

"Gil and I like younger guys," Al said.  "Ralph told me no one has rung
your chimes yet.  See how much those guys are liking it?  You'll like it
too if you have the right attitude."  I was looking at Al's cock.  It
didn't seem possible it would fit in my ass.  It looked huge.

Gil must have been able to read my mind. "The first time I got fucked it
was a shock," Gil said.  "First I didn't believe I'd let a guy I barely
knew fuck me.  Then I couldn't believe it would fit, then I couldn't
believe how good it was."

"It was good?" I asked.

"Let's just say I came back for seconds!" Gil said as he replaced Al's hand
fingering my ass.  I looked at Gill's cock.  It was good and hard, but not
as massive as Al's.  It looked manageable.  Al had a tube of lubricant and
was coating Gil's cock.  He also squirted some on Gil's fingers so he could
work it into my ass.  The cool lubricant felt good.

"Why don't you slip over to me and take a seat on my lap?" Gil asked.
"That way you can control how it enters you.  It may make it easier."

"I'd try it Timmy," Al said.  "If your cock gets any harder, you're going
to blow!"  I looked at my cock; pre cum was flowing from it like a river.
I got up, turned around and sat back.  Gil held his cock and he and Al
guided me onto his pole.

I felt his cock head touch my ass and press into the lubricated opening.

"Take it slow, this ain't a race," Gil whispered.  I was frightened but
very excited.  I could feel Gil's organ pushing at my resisting sphincter.
"It's nice and tight," Gil said, "You're going to be a good fuck.  Once the
head's in it will be easy."

"Open that ass up, Timmy," Al urged.  " Invite that cock into your ass and
let him enjoy you."  He held a small bottle to my nose and told me to take
a sniff.  A second after he did that, a wave of emotion swept over me.  I
didn't want his cock head in my ass, I wanted the entire organ.  The cock
head popped through the sphincter, then my ass swallowed his whole cock.
It may have hurt some, I was too crazed to know.

Gil was an incredibly attractive man and he was deep in my ass.  I loved it
and couldn't get enough of it.  Wiggling and grinding my hips I made sure
no part of my ass was untouched by his cock.

He moaned.  "Shit, that's good," he exclaimed, "I'm fucking shooting!"  He
was jerking and twitching as he emptied his balls into my hole.  It was
quiet and calm for a second or two.  I got off his cock, disappointed it
had been so fast.  Al could see the disappointment on my face.

"Get on your knees kid!" he ordered.  "The night isn't over yet." A second
or two later Ali Babba's cock was pounding my ass.  The great wrestler's
stretched my ass and went even deeper. After he shot, Whitey came next.
His cock wasn't as thick but was thick enough and longer.  Each man found
new spots and places in my ass to explore and titillate.

One by one each man penetrated, enjoyed and filled my ass with his cream.
Lou, Jim and Manson had their turns.  Finally Andy came to me.  I hadn't
focused on his cock.  I was a good 12 inches and thick as beer can.  I was
so relaxed it slid in without effort.  It was incredible.  When he was
done, I felt like a wet dishrag, limply lying on the ground.

The night was over and everyone went to sleep.  Ralph took me inside and
put me to bed.  He got into the bed with me, slipped his cock into my ass
and fucked me to sleep.