Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 17:52:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Momma's Boy 3

Momma's Boy 3

By Bald Hairy Man

This is pure fantasy.  It is not intended for minors or for persons who are
offended by all male sex. If you are offended, Don't read it!


I thought Scooter was experienced, but it turned out that he was new to the
scene.  He had recently divorced and had taken the divorce badly.  His wife
had moved with his kids to California after cleaning him out of all his
assets. Things were going badly for him when he ran into Jimmy. They hit it
off.  While Scooter was a big bear of a man, he was new to man sex and a
bit timid.

Fortunately, timid and uninterested are not the same thing. Scooter was
willing to try anything.  So was I. We had a good time. The flow of precum
from his cock kept me interested. He liked my cock, but seemed to like my
ass more.  He fingered it some.  That was good, but I was surprised when he
began to tongue my ass.

The flow from his cock doubled when he did that.  For the first time I
realized you could gauge your partner's state of sexual excitement. As he
got more excited, his cock began to drool more.  I thought it was a good
size as I sucked his organ. Delmont's cock was huge and hard to work
with. Scooter's was just right. It was a good size to suck.  As I thought
more about it, I realized it might fit my ass too.

During a break we talked. It was strange, but Scooter was thinking the same
things about me. "This has been good," he whispered.  "Really nice."

"It's the same for me," I said. "I didn't know it, but pre cum turns me on.
You're the mother load."

"My ex thought I was just messy," Scooter replied.  He paused for a few
seconds. "Have you ever fucked a guy?"

"No," I said. "I watched Delmont fuck Jimmy a few weeks ago.  Until then I
never considered it."

"Was it exciting to watch?"

"Yes," I replied.  "It was more exciting than I thought it would be."

"You know, the idea of shoving your cock up a guy's ass doesn't have much
charm for me," Scooter said. "But somehow I have the suspicion it's better
in real life than in theory."

"Well, Jimmy really liked it," I said. "I don't know what he was feeling,
but it must have been pretty damn good."

"I've screwed women, but I have to admit, my wife wasn't into it much,"
Scooter said. "Shit, she wasn't into it at all. Jimmy's the first person
I've known who likes me, sexually that is. It's strange to have a guy
sucking on your cock like a baby at his mother's tit and loving it."

"I like it too, so you can add me to your list of admirers," I said.  "It
was good."

"I love it.  You know, I think I had sex all wrong," Scooter said. "I've
always liked it, but never had a playmate who liked it half as much as me.
You can really build up a head of steam when you're both into it. I came
really close to shooting off several times with you."

We were in the dark cabin with the rest of the crew. There was a moon, but
that was the only light.  You could hear slurping sounds and moans from
time to time. Slim and Bill were talking quietly. Ronnie started to moan.
"Let it go," Uncle Steve said in encouragement, "Drain those balls.
They'll fill up again in a few minutes."

"Hey, Steve," Jimmy called, "if there's any left over jiz, I'd be glad to
clean it up for you. I love it when it's still fresh and quivering."
Several guys laughed.  I don't think Jimmy got any of Ronnie's cum, but
later on he got Uncle Delmont's and Slim's. Slim had already taken Bill's.
Bill had a huge orgasm.  He was very verbal, crying out with each
ejaculation.  He was wasted when it was over and was in no shape to finish
off Slim. Jimmy came to the rescue.

Scooter and I were merrily sucking along, when my mouth was suddenly filled
with a cup or two of his man seed. I hadn't expected that and might have
complained if I hadn't shot off in Scooter's mouth a second or two
later. As I ejaculated, I discovered I liked his cum after all. Scooter's
cock would spasm and then squirt a big glob of cum, then I would twitch and
shoot a volley into his mouth. We alternated ejaculations until I missed
one. The next time we shot at exactly the same time. That was great.

We calmed down, but stayed attached to each other's cock. Scooter coxed
every last drop of cum from my cock.  When he was finished I was asleep. I
woke at dawn and went out to the bushes to take a leak. Delmont, Jimmy and
Slim had gone fishing already. That left Bill, Scooter, Ronnie and me in
the cabin.

When I got back, the other guys were awake and we compared notes.  "I had
no desire to go fishing, but I'm sure glad I did," Bill said. "Uncle Steve
insisted that I come, but I had no idea this was his plan."

"Did he know you like men?" Ronnie asked.

"Yes, he came by to visit my folks and he found me naked with a friend,"
Bill said. "I was scared shitless, but it was okay. He asked me if I liked
guys and I said yes.  Uncle Steve said he understood and was cool with
it. I told him I hadn't done much real sex.  Mostly I fantasized about it."

"Well, I got caught in a rest stop by a trooper," Ronnie said. "The Trooper
was Slim's buddy and he took me to Slim's house. I was really scared, but
Slim helped some.  Until this weekend I've done nothing more than suck a
cock. I like everything I tried so far."

"It's odd to be doing this without expecting someone to catch you doing
it," Scooter said.  "To tell you the truth, I didn't know real men liked
this stuff.  I thought it was all Queens and transvestites.  Did you get a
look at Delmont's meat?  It's the size of my forearm."

"I got to play with it a few weeks ago," I said. "I watched him fuck
Jimmy."

"Jimmy could take that monster?" Bill asked.

"He took it and loved it," I said. "Do you know if they planed this as a
fishing trip, or as a sex weekend?"

"Slim told me Delmont and Jimmy are behind it," Ronnie said. "Let's just
say, fish aren't the only thing they might catch. I have to admit, I feel
like I'm behind schedule from a sexual point of view.  I'm almost 32 and I
have the sexual experience of a 16-year-old."

I laughed.  "I've been taking care of Mom for the last twenty years," I
said.

"I'm not sure I've looked up from a textbook enough to smell the roses,"
Bill added.  "I'm afraid I have a one track mind."

"I got into the rescue squad when I was 16 and have been doing it ever
since," Ronnie said. "They are great guys, but sex isn't one of the things
we practice.  After a while you get sort of embarrassed you are so
inexperienced."

"As far as I can tell, Jimmy gives as much, or more than he takes," Scooter
said. "He really helped me out.  I was having real problems."

"With sex, or with life?" Ronnie asked.

"The sex is the icing on the cake," Scooter explained. "Jimmy gave me a job
and a sex life.  Both have been great."

Delmont returned to the cabin with fish.  He had done well and there was a
rustic breakfast in the works. An old truck drove up while he was
cooking. Two men joined us. They were shirtless as they left the truck and
pant less as they reached the fire. "Glad you could make it boys," Delmont
said.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet, Pops and Sonny," my Uncle said. "They're old
pals and playmates of mine.  I'll let you do the individual introductions,
if you don't mind."  Pops and Sonny made Delmont look like a high-toned
city slicker.

Pop was 60 or so, I would guess, with a grizzled beard that reached his
navel.  He was thick and hairy. Sonny had a drooping handlebar mustache and
a five-day growth of beard.  He was thinner than his Dad, but just as
hairy. Pops' cock was long and thin, while Sonny's was thick and meaty.
Both men were uncut and low hanging balls.

"Let me warn you, these boys have the sexual habits of rabbits," Delmont
said. "They live in a forgotten hollow in the mountains.  When they get
out, They're ready for some fun."

"No sex in the woods?" Slim asked.

"Shit no!  It ain't the amount of sex.  It's the quality and variety!"
Sonny replied, "I just get tired of fucking Pops' sorry ass.  I'm looking
for someone new!"

"I thought you loved me," Pops said in mock disappointment. Both men seemed
cheerful and gregarious. They weren't shy at all. Breakfast was ready. It
was hearty and tasted great. We ate then all went fishing. Breaking up into
several groups, we went to different fishing holes.

I was with Slim, Pops and Scooter.  We went a mile down river and fished in
a small area of rapids. Slim was helping Scooter and Pops helped me.  I had
never been fishing before, but Pops was a good teacher. He seemed to be a
nice man in spite of his crude appearance. He was uneducated, but well
schooled in the things he needed to survive.

We were wearing shorts since we were well downstream and I could see houses
from the water. Pops had some complicated theories about fish psychology.
I don't know if they were right, but we caught several large bass, so there
must have been something to it. When we returned to the cabin, we had the
most impressive catch.  We mostly talked fishing, but eventually the
conversation turned to sex.  I was curious.

"Sonny likes to fuck you?" I asked.

"That he does," Pops said. "I had two sons and a girl, but all but Sonny
died.  There was a flash flood and it took them."

"I'm sorry.  I had no idea."

"No need to be sorry," he said. "There's no way for you to know the family
history.  It was a good while ago. Sonny has shitty taste in women.  He's
one of those boys that will fuck anything that's willing.  Sonny went off
and got married, but that didn't work out.  It was good when they broke
up. He got close to getting arrested for doing it an underage girl, so he
moved back with me to the shack."

"We had a little moonshine fueled party when he moved back and damn if we
didn't end up messing around in bed," Pops continued. "I had played with
Delmont a few times when we were kids, but this was different. Sonny and I
really got it on."

"You liked it?"

"We loved it," Pops said.  "Both of us were surprised it turned out so
good.  His cock and my ass were meant for each other.  It sounds odd, but
that's the way it is."  He laughed. "You might not believe this but I was
never one for the girls. Actually they tended to run away when they saw
me. Once I made the jump to messing around with men, my life took a turn
for the better.  It was good for Sonny too."

"Sonny likes the girls, but had no luck with them," Pops explained. "He
likes the sex part, but he's not the settling down and marrying type. He
gets in trouble with the girl's father, or the woman's husband.  As I said,
Sonny's a bit light in the good judgement department. Sonny knows how to
pick them.  He's wrong every time."

"Do you find many guys to play with?" I asked.

"Well, it took some time, but I have found a few," Pops said. "Delmont was
helpful there.  He may not look like much, but he attracts cock
hounds. That monster of his is like a magnet. It's too big for me, but I
don't mind playing with his friends."

"Are they as handsome as you?" I asked.

Pops laughed.  "Sonny and I are the only 100 % hillbillies in the group,"
he said. "But they're all friendly. Sonny loves them.  He says it's nice to
mess around and get your rocks off with someone who doesn't want to marry
you or have your babies.  It's pure fun." Pops leaned close to me. "Delmont
told me you were new to this," he said. "Sonny and I are lots of fun if you
give us a chance." He reached over and cupped my balls.

"If you're thinking about getting fucked for the first time, I'm the guy
you want," he whispered. "I know I'm not pretty, but my cock fits
easy. It's good for a first time fuck."

"I'm not sure," I stammered.

"I'm not saying you need to do it, I'm saying if you do, think about me,"
Pops said. "My cock's long and thin.  It's made to rub your nut just the
right way."  Pops dropped the subject when I got a big fish on my line. I
reeled it in and we returned to camp.

Pops gutted and cleaned my fish quickly and put it on ice. He had a chest
filled with ice in his truck.  The other fishermen drifted in over the next
half hour. Everyone had a good time. It didn't take long to clean the fish
and we settled down to a lazy afternoon. Some of the guys were on the porch
chatting. The rest were in the cabin napping.

I was on the porch talking with Uncle Steve when I realized we were alone.
Everyone else was inside. "Everyone must be sleeping," I said.

"I doubt that," Steve said.  "I assume they're messing around."

"I didn't know you could have this much fun," I said. "It's a new and
strange world I'm in."

"Are you offended?"

" Not at all, but it's like being in a foreign country where I don't quite
understand the language." I replied. "It's all new to me. I'm a lot shyer
than you are."

"To tell you the truth, I use to be shy," Steve said, "I didn't want to be
gay, it just happens that I am. I sure spent a lot of time and effort
pretending not to be gay. It was a losing battle. I would have a sexual
interlude, then turn into a monk for a while, then I'd do it again."

"I thought it was just going to go away some time," I said. "I was a good
boy and I always had Mom's health to occupy my time.  It gave me a good
excuse."

"Every time I got a blow job, I'd beat myself up. The problem was with each
sexual encounter, I got to like it more," Uncle Steve said. "I'd enjoy sex
more, but then feel more guilty as I did.  Eventually I got straightened
out."

"How did that happen?"

"I got caught in a bad storm going to the Valley delivering some equipment.
Our regular driver had hurt his back and I was pinch hitting. It was a late
winter storm, and I ended up in a motel with three construction workers. It
was that or frozen my ass off in the car," Steve explained. "They were a
bit rough around the edges, but were nice guys.  They also had a case of
beer and we had a good time."

"We ended up naked in the shower. They were wild and crazy guys. They liked
sex and weren't at all embarrassed about it. I was surprised. They weren't
your typical image of gay men at all. The next morning we were still snowed
in. I talked with the oldest of men, a brick mason, named Calvin. Calvin
was a good Baptist boy from southside. Calvin said he figured he was going
to burn in hell anyway so he might as well enjoy it. The funny thing was,
once he relaxed, Calvin said the sex got better and better."

"Calvin explained to me that there's no such thing as a semi-virgin," Steve
explained. " If you like cock it's better to admit it and deep throat it.
It's hard to enjoy sex if you're trying to not muss your hair."

"Maybe that right," I said. "I've liked what I've done.  I didn't know you
could feel that much."

"Bobby we're in the woods having an orgy with a bunch of hillbillies. It's
not a tea party," Steve said. "I'm fifty-five years old. I can tell you.
I've never found an upper limit to sexual pleasure.  I thought jerking off
was good, then I tried sucking cock.  That was much better. Later I fucked
a man's ass and still later I got fucked. Each time I've tried something
new it's been good. I've never taken a cock as big as Delmont's, but I
might try it."

"It's hard for me to make the jump."

"I understand," Steve said. "I think it's easy to have a guy blow you. It's
easy to fuck a willing guy too. I had a hard time sucking a cock for the
first time, and an even harder time taking a cock in my ass. It's one thing
to use another man for your pleasure.  It's another to open your body to
another man for his pleasure."

"I never thought about it that way," I said.

"This is a good group of men," Steve said.  "They're nice guys.  It's a
good chance to try some things out."