Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2007 05:12:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Momma's Boy 2

Momma's Boy 2

By Bald Hairy Man.

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely. If you have any
comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com

Delmont wasn't shy. Now that he was naked he wasn't shy at all. I guess
when you're hung the way he is, you might as well flaunt it. Normally I'd
have been embarrassed, but his cock was a curiosity. It looked big, but as
we looked at it, it got bigger.

"It sure ain't a garter snake," Jimmy said. "It looks like it's too big to
be much fun."

"Well it sure is fun for me," Delmont said. "I don't want to get to
technical, but my buddies say the curve keeps you from choking."  His cock
curved, or drooped downward.

"I take you're pretty popular?" Jimmy asked.

Delmont laughed. "I may not be popular, but my cock is," he
explained. "It's quite the ice braker, at least a conversation piece."

"I didn't know you country boys were into man play," Jimmy said. "Did you
mess around with your buddies, Bobby?"

"No," I said. "I'm not sure I knew you could do this stuff.  I spent most
of my time home with Mom.  This is all new to me."

"Shit, I hope I haven't offended you. When I saw you were getting hard, I
though you were a member of the club." Delmont said. "I'm too open some
times. I'm sorry."

"Oh no, I'm not offended," I said, "I haven't done any of that stuff,
except with Jimmy last night, but I'm kind of turned on. What club are you
talking about?"

"The great cock sucking brotherhood," Jimmy answered.

"You guys are gay?" I asked.

"Well, I've never thought of myself as gay," my Uncle said. "But, I've
never passed up a chance to play with a guy in my life.  I think that makes
me a card-carrying gay guy.  I use to think it was because I was so
ugly. When it comes to sex, men are sometimes like dogs.  They don't look
at the face.  Women can be more picky.  My wife was a good woman, but the
sex was never as good as with my buddies "
     

"I would never have guessed you were gay," I said.

"I think there are several flavors of gay," Jimmy said. "There are the
florist-interior decorator type and leather- biker groups. I'm just a guy
who like sex with men, no flowers, no chains and no leather."

"I guess I'm the same way," Delmont said. "I would like to play some
tonight. Is that a problem, Bobby?"

"No, you guys go ahead," I said. "I'll watch, if you don't mind."

Delmont laughed.  "When you get to be my age, you'll never pass up real sex
for watching," he said. Jimmy was at Delmont's cock by now. He opened his
mouth and swallowed the whole thing. It was like watching on of those
tropical snakes swallowing something three times its size.

"Damn, I love sword swallowers," Delmont remarked. Jimmy's nose was in his
bush.  Jimmy sniffed and slowly pulled back. The huge cock emerged from his
throat. I was unbelievably turned on. I had thought my Uncles's cock was
long and thin. I was wrong.  It wasn't thin. While it was buried in Jimmy's
throat, it filled out.

"You're right. The curve is just right," Jimmy said. "It's big, but it fits
pretty well."

"Do you think you might deep throat me again?" Delmont asked. "Try
swallowing when you're in deep.  That feels good."

"I'll give it a try," Jimmy said.  He took a long look at the cock, then
opened his mouth and took it a second time. He swallowed several times.

"That's it," Delmont said, "it's really good. By the way, are you into the
cream, or just the cock?  I don't want to shoot if it bothers you."  Jimmy
pulled off again.

"What's your pleasure?" Jimmy asked.

"I can go either way," Delmont said. "Sometimes it's nice just to let
nature take its course. It's relaxing that way knowing you can shoot
anytime and be okay. Then again, holding back isn't so bad.  I'm more tense
that way, but some tension is good in sex. If there's an audience, a
fireworks display can be good for everyone."

"Are your loads as big as your cock?" I asked.

"Usually," he replied. "I've not made a study of it, but most of the time I
shoot what my buddy, Wilburt, calls a gully washer.  If you're into cock
caviar, I'm the guy for you.  Have you ever tried it?"

"No," I said.  "Not yet."  Why I added the "not yet" I don't know. At
first, the idea of eating a guy's sperm seemed gross. As I thought about it
though, I got more interested. "Jimmy took mine last night," I added.

"I'm not much on sperm, myself," Delmont said. "I do like the sweet cock
jelly that oozes when you get excited."

"I messed around with a doctor once," Jimmy said. "He told me there are
millions of spermatozoa in every orgasm. You're just doing your bit to
prevent overpopulation every time you jerk off.  If you like the stuff you
might as well eat it.  There's millions more where it came from.  A cock is
a gift that keeps on giving."

"The cock's the toy you never tire of," Delmont remarked. "My wife had a
friend who said she didn't like sex.  I can't help but think, they must
have been doing it wrong. I've been at it for fifty years and it's just as
good today as it was when I started. Every time I see a new cock I get
turned on just the way I did as a teenager." He was looking at my cock,
then at Jimmy's.

"Let's get out of this tub and go where we can have more fun," Jimmy
said. We got out, dried off and went to his bed. Delmont was sitting on the
edge of the bed.  I got on my knees and got my mouth close to his cock. I
had never sucked a cock, but I wanted to try it.  It seemed to be that
Delmont's cock was starting at the top, but close up, it looked
huge. Actually, it didn't look huge.  It was huge.

My Uncle must have read my mind. I touched his slit with my finger. I
thought it was water, but it was slippery.  "It's precum, Bobby," Delmont
said. "It's sweet and tasty. Don't try to take the whole thing like Jimmy
here.  Jimmy's pro at this."  I stuck out my tongue and licked the edge of
his cock head. That turned out to be a good move.  Delmont liked that.

At first I tried to avoid the slit and the goo oozing from it, but my
tongue came into contact with it by accident.  It wasn't bad, tasty in
fact. I went a little crazy and soon tried to deep throat his monster.  I
didn't get as far as Jimmy, but I got more of it than I guessed I could.
When I pulled off, I suctioned a huge glob of the stuff.

I don't know if it's possible to milk a man's cock, but that's what I was
doing. The deeper I went down on Delmont's cock, the more precum I
suctioned from his balls. That turned out to be an inducement to deep
throat him. After a while I had to take a breather. I was winded.

"I take it you like cock sucking?" Jimmy said. "You were making real
headway on that horsemeat."

"I'm an oozer," Delmont said. "I take it you liked it?"

"Oh yes," I said. "I don't know what got into me."

"Well, my doctor friend told me just about every aspect of a cock is
designed to turn you on. It's designed to get your juices flowing," Jimmy
said. "The taste, the smell, they all do the trick for me."

"For me too," I said. "Is it all right for you, Delmont?"

"You were tying to milk me, weren't you?" he replied.  I was shocked he
knew what I was doing.

"I'm sorry . . ." I started to say.

"Hell, don't be sorry," Delmont said. "You're good at it, and I got a
bucketful in my balls if you want more." We moved around on the bed so
Jimmy could suck me while I worked on Delmont.  We shifted a few times. I
sucked Jimmy and Delmont sucked me. My head would have been spinning if my
mouth wasn't connected to a cock most of the time.

I was sucking Jimmy when I went over the edge.  Delmont may not have liked
cum much, but he got a mouthful, and he didn't complain at all. I was wiped
out, but Jimmy and Delmont were still going full blast.

"Do you like to top, by any chance?" Jimmy asked Delmont.

"I sure do," Delmont said. "I don't get to do it often though. My pal tells
me my cocks for the specialist, not for general consumption. Do you like a
trip on the wild side?"

"I wouldn't mind testing my limits, if that what you mean," Jimmy said.

"I'm a careful and gentle guy," Delmont said.  "But there's nothing gentle
about my cock. I'm game if you are?"  Jimmy nodded. I wasn't 100% sure what
they were talking about.  I had a suspicion, but wasn't really sure.

"Do you have some lubricant?" Delmont asked.  "I'm not into dry fucks."
That comment clarified things for me. Guys at school talked about getting
fucked, or getting fucked over.  I assumed it was a metaphorical comment.
I was sure my Uncle and Jimmy weren't talking metaphysics. It didn't seem
possible Delmont's cock would fit in Jimmy's ass.

I couldn't figure out why Jimmy would want to try it.  It seemed to me it
was some sort of a dare.  Jimmy went to his bathroom and returned with a
tube of KY.

"How do you want to take it?" Delmont asked. "Do you want to sit on it, or
take it doggy style?"  He turned and looked at me, "Why don't you help
Jimmy lube up his ass. The more the better." I wasn't too sure I wanted to
do that, but I did as I was asked.  I was use to doing what adults asked of
me.

Jimmy was on the bed on his back. "Get some of that in my ass," he said as
he spread his legs and pulled up his knees.  His ass was wide open. I put
some lubricant on my fingers and smeared it around his ass hole.

"Damn, that feels good," Jimmy said. "Work some into my ass." I gingerly
pushed a finger into his ass. "Push harder," Jimmy ordered. I want it in my
ass. My finger passed through his sphincter.  It was tight, but it was soft
and warm on the inside.

"That's it," Jimmy moaned. "It feels great.  Don't be afraid to push
deeper. Get the lube deep." I was uneasy about doing this, but Jimmy seemed
to like it a lot. "Push until you find my prostate."  I didn't really know
where the prostate was, but I pushed deeper.

"You found it," Jimmy exclaimed. "Press it again!" I had assumed forcing a
finger into Jimmy's as would hurt. It didn't seem to be a problem.  He was
moaning and was hard as a rock. It could only be so bad.

"Are you in the mood now?" Delmont asked. Jimmy said yes.  He got off the
bed and on to the floor. He got on his hands and knees. Delmont got behind
him and placed his cock at Jimmy's hole.

"Are you ready?" Delmont asked.

"Lets go," Jimmy said. Delmont made little thyrusting motions with his hips
and slowly worked his cock into the hole. Several times Jimmy asked Delmont
to slow up. My Uncle waited until Jimmy was ready again.

I realized my Uncle had a technique. He would work his cock in a few inches
at a time, then pull out.  I would pour some more lubricant on his cock and
he would slip it in again. Eachy time he did this, more of the cock would
vanish in the hole.

Jimmy was sweating like a pig, but he stayed hard. Two thirds of the cock
was in when Jimmy began undulating his ass.  Delmont smiled then that
happened. He knew all was well. Jimmy was beginning to play with the
massive organ. The thrusts became deeper and more frequent.  I have to give
my Uncle credit. He seemed to know what Jimmy could take.  Eventually I saw
the two men merge into a single fucking organism.
 
It was action and reaction in perfect harmony. You couldn't tell which man
enjoyed it more.  When Jimmy shot off hands free, Delmont pulled out and
shot his load across Jimmy's torso.  There was sperm everywhere. My Uncle
bent over and licked to goo up from Jimmy's body.  There were two happy
men.

I didn't actually know what they were feeling.  I didn't know enough about
man sex to know, but I realized it was spectacular. Deep in my gut I knew I
had to experience the same feelings myself.  I wasn't sure it would be on
Uncle Delmont's cock.  We all went to bed.

The funeral was to be a grave side service at 10:30.  The morning was a
haze of friends and relatives. My co workers were there as well as
neighbors and relatives. I knew them all except the relatives. Mom didn't
ever speak to the Ardanian family, but she wasn't close to her own family
either. I didn't know many of them.  They were all strangers.

My preconceptions made things more difficult. I thought the Ardanians were
a blue collar working class family, and my Mom's family were old time
Virginia gentry. They turned out to be Virginia country rather then gentry.
The Ardanian's were well dressed and sophisticated.

After the funeral we went to my house. I visualized an uncomfortable hour
or two between the two feuding families. Much to my surprise, the house
looked wonderful.  Mrs. Notting and our neighbors had raided their gardens
and filled the place with flowers. The dining room was filled with food. It
was beautiful.

Uncle Delmont and Uncle Steve introduced the two halves of my family to
each other. I met my father's older sister, Aunt Regina. She was overjoyed
to see me. I reminded her of her brother and she cried with joy. Oddly,
Aunt Regina got along well with my mother's sister Aunt Janet.  Neither of
them got along with my Mom.  They didn't say anything, but they were like
spirits.  Both had lost husbands recently so they shared common
experiences.
               
Everyone got along well. It was nice to see people in the house. We never
had company in the house. It was a big family reunion. People were seeing
old friends and meeting new ones.

A week later Mom's death hit me. For 27 years she had been the focus of my
life. Now that she was dead, I had no life. I didn't know what to do with
myself.  I wasn't unhappy.  I was lost.  I had no idea what to do with the
rest of my life. I went to see Jimmy, but he was out of town on a job.

I got a call from Uncle Steve, "I got a call from your Uncle Delmont about
coming up for a weekend at his fishing camp," Steve said. "Why don't you
come with me?"

"I'm not much of a fisherman," I said.

"Do you have something better to do?" Uncle Steve asked.  He was right. I
went with him.  He picked me up on Friday afternoon.  Aunt Regina's son,
Bill was with him. Bill looked a bit like me, but he was a few years
younger. He was a pre-med student at UVA.

We drove deep into Southside Virginia. "Your Uncle Delmont has a fishing
camp on the Staunton River," Steve said. "He described it as twenty miles
from the middle of nowhere.  He also said it was rustic.  I have no idea
what that means."

" I think he lives in a trailer, so his idea of rustic might be a cave." I
said.

"It's only for a weekend," Bill said. "It will be either fun or an
adventure."  I wasn't so sure, but Bill had a good attitude.  We were in a
4-wheel drive car and we needed it. We turned off the highway onto a dirt
road, and then onto a trail.  After twenty minutes of slow travel we
arrived at a clearing in a thick woods. A small, red painted cabin sat on
the edge. There was an old chevy truck parked next to the cabin. Next to it
was a large Ford truck. I recognized it as Jimmy's.

"This must be it," Steve said. We got out and went to the cabin. A dog
barked as we got to the door.

Delmont came to the door. "Quiet Rebel, these guys are family," he said to
the dog.  How was the trip? Did my instructions work?"

"Like a charm," Steve said. "This is Bill, m nephew."

"Nice to met you," Delmont said. "You're the last guys to come. The rest of
the men are in the back, looking at the river." We went through the cabin
and out the back.  The river was thirty feet below, down a steep
embankment. "Let me do quick introductions. Guys, this is Steve, his nephew
Bill and my nephew Bobby.  Jimmy you know.  Next to him is Scooter, his
friend.  The ugly man next to him is my half brother Slim, and his nephew
Ronnie."  We all shook hands.

Slim's nickname fit him well, but he wasn't that ugly. He was younger than
Delmont, bearded and very tan. His clear, blue eyes stood out in his dark
face. He must have spent most of his life outside. Ronnie was tanned too,
but stocky.  He had a goatee.  Scooter was about 45-50.  He was a big,
imposing man, with a red beard.

Delmont gave us the house rules.  "There no electricity and no air
conditioning here, so the dress code is informal. When my wife was alive,
she use to say anything was okay as long as your balls weren't hanging
out. Since she died, we're not that dressy. We're down to basic bug spray
most of the time."

"What do you wear for formal occasions?" Slim asked with a smile. He had
beautiful teeth, white and even.

"I just comb my chest hair," Delmont said.  We all laughed. "This place has
great fishing, but poor air circulation, so when I say the dress code is
informal, you'll know what I mean soon enough.  The out house is to the
left, but any tree will do.  If you want to piss in the river, make sure
it's down stream. I've got a cooler with some food in it, but dinner is or
is not what we catch."

"Does that mean we starve tonight," Ronnie asked.

"I got here early and took care of that," Delmont said. "I also have a
store of beer in a spring to the right of us.  Let me show you all around."
He took us on a tour, starting with the outhouse and the spring. We went
down to the river on a steep path that was all but invisible from the river
itself.  The river was just plain beautiful.  This was an area of rapids
between two placid sections.  A Bald Eagle watched us.

"It's hard to dry clothes here, so wear as little as you can," Slim said. "
If you don't, you may have mildewed clothes for the rest of the weekend."

It was late afternoon and when we got back to the cabin, the heat was
oppressive. Delmont went for beer. Slim went into the cabin and emerged
naked. Slim looked very good naked.

"What if someone comes and sees you," Ronnie asked.

"It's private property here, so we can wear what we want. The only people
who know this place exists are Brother Delmont's friends.  They know the
dress code. Would some one spray me?"  Ronnie sprayed insect
repellent. Delmont returned and passed a beer to everyone, he stripped down
too.  Jimmy and Scooter followed suit. Soon we were all naked and smelling
of repellant.  It was more comfortable and after ten minutes I was used to
being naked out doors.

Scooter and Jimmy made a fire in a grill for dinner. We had a surprisingly
good dinner.  Baked potatoes, corn on the cob and fish. Delmont was a good
cook and he knew what to do with a grill. As the sun began to set, we were
all in a mellow mood.

"I guess we aren't going to watch American Idol tonight?" Ronnie asked.

"It's an entertain your self kind of place here," Slim said. "What's the
ususal entertainment, Delmont?"

"I guess we could sit around the fire and tell scary stories," Bill said.
He was smiling.

"I have a little confession to make," Delmont said. "I know that you don't
know all the guys here, but we all share a common interest. My friends who
usually come here share the same interest too.  My buddy Robbie says if six
guys each with six inches of cock can't find something fun to do in the
dark, there's something really wrong. There are eight guys here.  That
works out to 48 inches of cock."

"Make that 52 inches with you," Jimmy interjected. We all burst out
laughing.

"Well, I would bet there's closer to 60, but I'll tally that up on Sunday,"
Delmont said. "I know you're all interested. I know you're all horny. Some
of you are more experienced that others. But take my word for it, that will
not be a problem. Now some of us are related. There's a tradition of guys
helping each other out in my family, but there are enough men to mix and
match if you're so inclined."

"What are the rules?" Scooter asked. "What's off limits?"

"Ask first, and remember no means no." Slim said. "There are some guys here
who have never taken it in the ass. Some guys may not want your spunk. If
you're really desperate, come see me. I like it all. So does Delmont."

"You can add me to that list," Jimmy said.

"Who shoots the starting gun?" Bill asked.

"For starters I was thinking you and Slim would be a good pair.  Ronnie and
Steve could play, and Bobby and Scooter are a good match and Jimmy and I
will see what we can work out," Delmont said. "Is that agreeable?"  That
arrangement suited everyone. It kept uncles and nephews apart, and left
Delmont for later. I had seen him in action and knew he wasn't good for the
inexperienced.

I was with Scooter. He was massively built, and had an equally massive
cock. As soon as I started to suck him, the precum began to flow from his
apricot sized balls. I thought back to my milking experience with Delmont.
I knew why we were paired.