Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 04:24:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Uncle Jake Six

Uncle Jake Part Six

By Bald Hairy Mam, bldhrymn@aol.com  Or bldhrymn@excite.com

This is an adult story about mature men. It is not for children or immature
persons of any age. I have made no effort at safe sex practices. It is a
fantasy. Clyde and Wilbur are characters introduced in Preaching to the
Choir. This is their early history.


I thought that we would spend the night in wild sexual games, but I fell
asleep and woke at seven.  Bobby and Jim were packed to go leave. I was
disappointed but my ass was still twitching after the previous nights
fucking, so I guessed that I would live.  We went out to the car, said our
goodbyes, and sat down to have breakfast.

An hour later we heard some honking in the driveway.  Scooter drove up with
Jim and Bobby in his car.  "What happened?" Jake asked.

"Side swiped!" Jim said. "Totaled the passenger side."

"Are you all right?"

"We're fine." Bobby said. "Bruised but not broken."

"You guys are going to be sore as hell tomorrow." Scooter said. "That was
one hell of a hit.  It was the Pearsons!"  The Pearsons were an elderly
couple that had some local notoriety for treating the highways as their
personal property. They simply never stopped as the drove from their road
onto the highway.  They rammed the Volvo at thirty-five miles an hour.  Jim
wanted to get back to school, but Jake insisted that they wait until the
next day.

"If Scooter says it was a hell of a hit, it was a hell of a hit." Jake
said.  "I'll dive you back tomorrow. How are the Pearsons?"

"Not dead yet, damn it!" Scooter said. "But their car is totaled.  They
won't drive again.  Three different people saw the accident, so it's an
open and shut case."

"Can we rent a car?" Bobby asked.

"In central, downtown Nowhere, West Virginia?" Jake asked.

"You are falsely casting aspersions on our fair city, Jake." Scooter
said. "The Ford dealer rents cars." We went inside and called the
dealer. He did rent cars, but would not have another in stock until late on
Sunday. He also had an arrangement with Jim's insurance company, so the
cost was covered.  Scooter went back to the garage to work up the damage
report, and we had house guests for the weekend.  Scooter said he would be
back in the afternoon with a report.

I must admit that the prospect of Bobby spending another night with us was
agreeable. We spent the next hour discussing the accident.  The phone
rang. It was Herb, asking about Jim and Bobby. News spreads fast in small
towns.  There was no particular love lost between the Pearsons and the
town. They had an ability to get other people into accidents, while
emerging unscathed themselves.

"Herb was going to come over this afternoon.  He has some friends he wants
to introduce to me." Jake said.  "I figure we've had enough excitement for
one day, so I asked for a rain check."

"Don't do that, we're fine." Jim said.  "We don't want to disrupt your
plans."  Jake gave in, called Herb, and asked him over. By this time we
knew Uncle Jake well enough to know that he wanted Herb to come over. Jake
was never talked out of what he wanted to do, except on purpose.

Later that morning I got Uncle Jake off alone. "Who are these friends Herb
wants to bring by?" I asked.

"I don't know exactly who they are."

"Well, who un exactly are they?" I asked.  Uncle Jake winked at me. We were
beginning to understand each other.

"It seems to me that Herb mentioned something about the wrestling team."
Jake said, smiling. "Not the whole team I think.  Just some of Herb's best
men. And I think he said something about Greek style wrestling."

"Hot dog!" I said. It suddenly looked like the afternoon would be filled
with fun.

Jim had walked in at the end of the conversation. "Jake, you are a sly
fucker!" He said. "I wondered why you gave in so easily. Greek style
wrestling. When will they be here?"

"After lunch." Jake said. "That's all I know."

Scooter's drove his car up in and jumped out.  "Jim, good news. The frame
isn't bent. It'll be your basic six thousand dollar repair job, but the car
is sound."

"Insurance is ok?"

"Yes, cleared it with the company.  They were relieved that they don't need
to replace the car." Scooter said. "Bubba's Body Shop is doing it." Jake
looked approvingly.  There is nothing like the ol' boy network for getting
good car repairs.

"Are you done for the day? Why don't you stay for lunch?" Jake
asked. Scooter accepted the invitation.  Jake made lunch and when we got up
after eating I realized that Bobby was hurting.  The adrenalin rush of the
accident had passed. He took off his shirt and his right side was a mass of
bruises. Jake made up some ice packs to control the swelling and sent him
to lie down.

Herb drove up around two and got out of the car with four men.  They
clearly were all wrestlers, but they were not high school students. " Men,
I'd like you to meet some of the members of my championship team of five
years ago." Herb said. "This is Willie, Rob, Mike and Sean.  They all went
off to State and did well there.  We got together again at the district
tournament a year ago." Jake and Scooter knew them all. Jim had taught
several of them in a class, so Wilbur and I were the only guys they didn't
know.  We did recognize local heros when we saw them.


Willie and Rob were five ten and six feet respectively, and two hundred
plus pounds. Willie had dark hair and a fringe of hair poking up above his
tee shirt. Rob was blond. Both men must have spent a lot of time in the
weight room, they had weightlifter's necks.  Mike and Sean were small,
maybe five feet five or six, and wiry rather than muscular. Mike might have
been Italian, he was dark, with curly black hair.  Sean was basic West
Virginia red-neck.

"You boys were great at the state championships." Uncle Jake said.

"Just as good in college, I think." Scooter added. "What are you doing now?
You all moved away."  All four men said teaching biology in highschool.
Everyone laughed, since the wrestling coach-biology teacher was a feature
of almost every high school in West Virginia.

"Ok boys," Jake said. "Fess up. How many of you are coaching football too?"
Willie raised his hand.

"I coach gymnastics." Mike said. There was a general exchange of news and
catching up on old friends.  They seemed relaxed and comfortable with the
group.

"I thought you guys were here to wrestle?" Jake said.  "I have just the
spot for today's games."

"Lead away!" Herb said. "I have a cooler of refreshments in the trunk."
Jake lead us to the clearing in the woods that he called the glade.  It sat
beside the stream and pond that he and Herb visited. It was both secluded
and sunny. Jake mowed it once a month, so it wasn't a lawn, but it wasn't a
field either.  Wilbur stayed behind at the cabin, to watch over Bobby, who
was sleeping.

We spread out some blankets. "Into the pond first!" Jake said. "Everybody!"
I was wearing only a tee shirt and shorts, so I was first naked and first
in the water, followed closely by Jake, Jim and Herb.  Scooter and the four
wrestlers followed.  There was so much splashing around that I couldn't see
any of the new guys' equipment.

Willie and Mike were hair balls, Rob was shaved and hairless except for his
bush, and Sean was moderately hairy. He had several home made tattoos that
looked like shit. I remembered when that was hot stuff in school. Wilbur
and I didn't do it. We were willing, but could find a spot that wasn't
obscured by hair.

We all splashed around in the water for a while, then got out of the water
and sat in the sun.  Herb organized the matches.  Mike would wrestle Sean,
then Willie would be matched with Rob. The winners would be matched with
Herb.  All the wrestlers were oiled.

They wrestled on a large tarp. I couldn't figure out how two oil-covered,
naked guys could wrestle without getting a hard-on.  I didn't know if this
was to be a real athletic event or an excuse for some sex play time.
Scooter and I oiled up Mike. Jim and Jake did Sean. When I oiled Mike, I
knew it was going to be pure play time.  He was very muscular and liked the
feel of the oil on his body. When I hesitated at oiling his cock he told me
to make sure that every part of his body was oiled.

Mike's cock perked up right away. It was good soft, but at half staff he
was great. Mike was one of those little guys who are more cock than man.
Scooter lubricated his ass, and I noticed he oiled a good three inches
inside the ass. That didn't bother Mike at all.

The match itself was straight forward wrestling, school type wrestling, not
television type. Except both guys had hard-ons. This added considerably to
the viewing pleasure.  Jake told me that Sean had been nick named White
Snake in school, and the reason was easy to understand. He slithered around
Mike with ease. His cock was long, pale and thin and had a double bend to
the side that was distinctly snake like.

I sat next to Scooter. "Have you known those guys long?" I asked.

"Sure have.  I'm six or seven years older than most of them, and people
around here knew about my interests. It's amazing how forgiving people can
be with a good car mechanic!" He laughed.  "Some of the guys would drop in
and see me and find out if those urges they felt were real or just a
passing fancy. I was the teacher in the Cock 101 class here."

"Herb didn't teach them about that?"

"Herb never does anything with a student!" Scooter said. "When I joined up
with this group, I met Herb and we exchanged notes. It all but blew him
away when he discovered what was going on."

There was a commotion, and Mike was declared the winner of the first
match. Scooter and I oiled Rob. Rob was big and his muscles were hard as a
rock. His cock and balls were compact. He had what we now call a bubble
butt, and a sphincter muscle that could be used as a nail cutter.  I was
afraid I was going to loose my finger. I looked up at him as he squeezed my
finger and he was smiling as I tried to get out of his ass. I could imagine
my cock in there and decided to make that into a project for the afternoon.

The second match was more exciting.  Willie and Rob were very agile and
almost gymnastic in their match.  They were big guys and they might be TV
wrestling material.  They had developed a flamboyant style. Willie was well
hung, but his body was so big that the cock seemed to be an accessory
rather than the main attraction as was the case with Mike and Sean.

I continued my conversation with Scooter.  "How did you find out about
sex?" I asked Scooter.

"Man sex?"

"Yes, did you have an Uncle Jake?"

"I had a friend in Junior High. We played around some. Nothing too
advanced, but I knew I liked it." He paused. " I worked at a truck stop and
put one and one together.  It amazes me that some of the blue hairs think
that if you don't tell kids about sex, they won't figure it out. I would
have loved to have known Jake then. It would have made life simpler."

"I thought that you had to be a flaming queen to be gay." He continued.  "I
almost became an alcoholic trying to avoid being what I was. I wanted man
sex real bad, but I had to get real drunk to act on it."

"You got drunk a lot?"

"Sure did." Scooter said. "I passed out in a motel room with I guy I picked
up in Charleston. He was a shrink at the state hospital. When I woke up, he
straightened me out.  He was the first man I fucked sober. It felt great."

"You may see the doctor now? Strip, lie on the couch and stick your cock in
his ass?"

Scooter laughed. "It was closer to being like that than you would guess.
He wasn't attractive, just a dumpy middle-aged guy. Hairy as shit. I had
picked him up in the dark. I decided to fuck him in the morning since I
couldn't remember fucking him the night before."

"It was a slow fuck since I wasn't much attracted to him, and the hangover
didn't help. He talked to me about sex and about being gay.  I had never
talked to anyone about it before. He told me what I was feeling, and what I
was hitting as I slipped into his ass."

"Fucking educational!" I said.

"Sure was. It turned out he knew what I was thinking. He told me gay guys
didn't need to be effeminate, and didn't need to be weak. I had thought I
was alone. I must have fucked him for six hours over that day. He had a
captive audience since I liked the feel of his ass so much. He didn't
pretend it hurt. It's a joy stick, not a club!" He said.  I was a new
person afterwards. He liked me, I liked him. I wasn't afraid of being gay
anymore."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"He introduced me to Jake.  He died a few years ago. He smoked like a
firehouse." The wrestling match began to heat up, both men were fully erect
and obviously trying to get his cock in the other guy's ass. Rob got
carried away with his effort to get in Willie's ass and Willie pinned
him. The wrestlers were winded so everyone had a beer. I couldn't figure
out how Mike and Willie would wrestle each other, they were so mismatched.

It turned out that they were going to tag team Herb, their old coach. I
hadn't been into athletics in school, but I did know that screwing with the
coach was one of the great fantasies of gay boys. Rob sat by us while Sean
joined Jake and Jim. I ran back to the house to check on Wilbur and
Bobby. All was well there.

When I returned, the match was ready to start. Herb looked better naked
than clothed, and oil looked great on him. There had been a lot of body
contact and erect cocks in the first two matches, and everyone had a good
head of steam.  Herb was better than I though and put up a good fight, but
he was overmatched and was pinned by Willie.  Willie straddled his former
coach's head, and soon fed him is cock. Mike raised Herb's legs and opened
his ass. Mike's horse cock slipped in Herb's ass without resistance.

With that the group joined in. Sean was on Jake's cock in a second. Rob got
me and Scooter into a bear hug, and we rolled around on the grass. I ended
up with my finger in Rob's ass as he sucked Scooter.

"Shit, I've missed your cock!" Rob said. "It's been a long while."  Rob was
a leaker, so I was happy. I rammed his prostate with my finger and felt all
his muscle tensions vanish. I guessed he would be a pussy cat with a cock
in his ass. Scooter rolled Rob over and held him in his arms. Scooter
played with Rob's tits as I got a second finger into his ass.  I could
hardly believe that this huge muscle stud was sitting spread eagled in
front of me, hole open and all but purring as I massaged his prostate.

I had a finger on each side of the tender organ, and massaged it and
kneaded it. Rob was rock hard, but his eyes glazed as he responded to my
fingers.

"You've got him going good, Clyde!" Scooter said.  "I've never seen him
open up so far. This puppy is ready for fucking."

"Get Coach!" Rob whispered. Now, I had hope of getting into Rob's ass, but
I am nothing if not polite. I also knew that Rob was in no condition to
choose, but thought that seeing the stud fucked by his coach might be
interesting.

I looked over and saw that Herb was free. Mike was on the ground, getting
his breath, so I assumed he had cum. Willie was standing with a good strand
of cum dripping from his cock.

"Herb!" Scooter called. "We have an emergency here. A wrestler in need of
cock!"  Herb got up and came over. He had some of Willie's cum in his
beard, and I assume an ass filled with Mike's seed, but he was hard and
happy.

"Clyde's been working this boy up, but he needs for man meat to push him
over the edge." Scooter said.

"Rob, you want my cock in your love tunnel?" Herb asked.  I squeezed Rob's
prostate hard so he couldn't talk, he nodded.

Herb got on his knees and I pulled my finger out. Poor Rob looked
deflated. Herb put Rob's legs in his shoulders and stuck his cock head in
Rob's quivering ass. Herb's cock was thick and stubby, a good six or six
and a half inches long, but it looked shorter because it was so thick. The
head was glazed with a thick layer of precut.

I have never closely watched two guys fuck before, but it was really
exciting to watch Herb's head vanish inside the hole. He pulled it out gain
and slipped it in again. Herb was a lover not a fucker and Rob was all but
crazed with lust and excitement.  As Herb's cock went deeper and deeper Rob
was in orbit, loving his coach's cock and the pleasure they were sharing.
I had a finger in Herb's ass. It was incredibly slippery and I realized it
was Mike's cum I was feeling.

I looked at Scooter. I had always been a participant in sex, but it was
great to be helping two guys really get it off.  I could tell that Scooter
was as excited as I was and realized as soon as Herb and Rob finished,
Scooter and I would be together.

Rob was grinding his ass now. He was trying to get Herb's meat into every
nook and cranny of his ass chute. Herb began to pump faster. He had reached
that point that Uncle Jake referred to as turning on the automatic
pilot. Herb made a deep thrust and Rob popped, shooting jiz all over his
chest and Scooter. Rob would shoot a volley, then Herb would twitch, then
Rob would shoot again. It was as if the cum Herb shot into Rob's ass
stimulated Rob to have another ejaculation.