Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 13:12:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle Rudolph and his Pals

Uncle Rudolph and His Pals

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.

Uncle Rudolf was my favorite Uncle when I was a child.  Unmarried, he doted
on his nieces and nephews, showering us with gifts and taking us on trips
to the zoo and to parks. I was his oldest nephew and my parents named me
after him. As I was his nephew Dolph we were close. As I got older we grew
slightly apart, but we remained close. He had a house filled with
interesting things outside of Philadelphia.  We thought he was an explorer,
but he was actually a mining engineer and had traveled to many exotic
places.  He was looking for iron, copper and other metals, not exactly for
gold treasure as he hinted. He was a good story teller and fun, unlike our
other Uncles and aunts who seemed to have staid and ordinary lives.

When I was a teenager I came to understand he was gay.  Things were
whispered, but that didn't bother me and there never was anything even
hinting at impropriety. When I went to college he helped me out
financially.  My Dad died at 50 and we were in straightened
circumstances. Uncle Rudolph paid the bill for my schooling.

I was going to get a job and go to school part-time, but he wouldn't allow
that. I could work in the summer and on holidays, but I was to go to school
full-time.  He made up the difference between what I could earn and the
cost of school. My maiden aunts gave me rent money.

I was a good student and got some scholarships and it turned out well. I
was lucky enough to become a software engineer before it was stylish and I
did really well. I worked for a company that hit the big time and was
bought out by one of the giants.  At 33 I retired and had a few million in
the bank. I had no intention of retiring, but I did want to take some time
off. I had been working 18 hours a day for several years and I needed a
rest.

On the 4th of July I got a call from my Mom. Uncle Rudolph died of a
massive heart attack. I got my mother and a few Aunts and we went to the
funeral. The funeral was an almost festive affair. My uncle had a good and
long life.  The family was there as were a number of his friends. He was an
inveterate volunteer had a wide range of friends.

His house was filled with stuff and as we talked after the funeral, I was
the only one with any free time who could close up the house and settle the
estate. My unpleasant cousin Dick, who we all called Doofus, wanted us to
call up Goodwill and get rid of all the stuff.  Most of us had good
memories of our Uncle and his house.  We wanted it treated with more care.

I was selling my house in California and putting my stuff into storage for
a projected trip around the world. I temporarily moved into Uncle Rudolph's
house and began the sorting process. It was a daunting task, but I had the
time and thought it might be interesting.

My uncle was organized in his own way, but it was not the sort of
organization a librarian might admire. His approach was unorthodox. I
remembered the place as a treasure chest as a child. When I looked at the
stuff now, I realized some of it was good. Actually, most of it was good.
He had an eye for antiques and art objects. I thought some things might
actually be of museum quality.

He had talked about giving some of his stuff to a museum. We thought that
was just big talk.  He had a gift for extravagant conversation. I soon
found myself on the web looking up Chinese and Indian antiquities and
regional painters from the Philadelphia area.

I was there for a week when two of his friends I had met at the funeral
came by to see me. Robert was a distinguished older man with a white beard
and a professorial air. Donny was Rudolph's car mechanic.  They were nice
men and had been close friends.  Uncle Rudolph's friends were like the
things in his house, varied and interesting. Some people collect old
masters or art glass.  Rudolph seemed to collect everything as long as it
was high quality and interesting.  His friends were like that too.

We talked some. Robert was a retired Art History professor and he knew what
many of the things were.  There was a lull in the conversation. I got the
impression they wanted to bring something up and were embarrassed.  I
assumed Rudolph had "promised" them some object and were trying to collect
it.

I assumed wrong.

"I don't know if you realized your Uncle was gay?" Robert asked.

"Yes," I said. "We never discussed it, but I knew that. It may have
bothered a couple of my cousins, but they've always been assholes. I don't
think it was a problem in the family.  My Uncle was a good man."

"That he was," Donny said.

"That's the way your Uncle thought it was.  Cousin Doofus was a running
joke for him," Robert said. "I don't know how to put his delicately, but
Rudolf was a very active gay man. He active socially and sexually.  He
collected things that are gay oriented. Some things are artistic, some a
less so."

"Porn?" I asked.

"Yes," Robert replied.

"We don't want you or your family to be shocked when you come upon it. We
would hate for any of you to think less of him.  He was a good man," Donny
said.

"Don't worry," I said, "I won't be shocked. I don't think of myself as
being gay, but that is primarily because I don't have sex often enough to
be gay or straight."

"I take it when you do have sex, it is with men?" Robert asked.

"You take it correctly," I replied.

"Do you realize if you grew a beard you would look like him?" Donny asked.

"You think so?"

They nodded. We talked for a while longer.  I told then I found the porn
they were worried about, I would give them a call.

Robert came back the next day.  "Rudolph had many friends, and they would
like to express their sympathy to you. I'm having a little get together. I
was wondering if you might be willing to attend? Let me warn you.  It is a
group of older gay men. It's going to be a pool party.  If you stay in the
house it will be just like any other party."

"And if I go to the pool?" I asked smiling.

"Let's just say the dress code is informal," Robert replied. I
understood. I was curious about my uncle's friends and said I would drop
by. The party was going to be that Saturday. I had a pretty clear vision of
what Uncle Rudolph's pals were like.  I visualized a bunch of affable
queens and geriatric geezers.

Robert lived outside of the city in a heavily wooded area. I drove down a
long, winding drive and came to a low, modern house. Robert answered the
door immediately. The house was ordinary from the outside, but nice inside.
A dozen men greeted me, all were informally dressed. Several were Robert's
age, but most were younger and a few were a lot younger; they were my
age. Robert served wine and beer and I had a few glasses of wine.

Most of the men there were bearded and a bit beefy, most seemed to be
hairy, if unbuttoned shirts were any indication; all were friendly. Rudolph
was greatly admired.  He was the man who helped you out when you got out of
the hospital, or if a loved one died. He helped several men take care of
their elderly parents, or would babysit for them if you had to be
out-of-town. He took men to see their doctor, or go to the hospital and
brought food when you were sick.

He was also lots of fun. This phrase popped up regularly. After a while I
understood they weren't talking about playing bridge, or golfing.

The men were mostly attractive in an unassuming way; all were
personable. No one was going to be in a fashion magazine, no one was
pretty, but many were good looking men.  They all knew me since I had been
Rudolph's favorite nephew and I had done well. Rudolph had been giving them
full details of my life.  Unexpectedly I had a good time.

Even more unexpectedly, I found myself attracted to some of the men. I have
nerd tenancies, and was never attracted to boys. I tend to talk shop, which
in my case is computer programer.  That is not the way to pick up a
playmate in a bar.

After an hour of conversation most of the men in the living room shifted to
the pool.  I was with a man a few years older than me, Franklin and an
older guy, Dutch. They wanted me to join them in the pool. I didn't have my
trunks with me, since I hadn't expected to stay.

Dutch laughed. "Ninety per cent of the men there are naked anyway. You
won't stand out!" Dutch massaged his basket.

"That sounds good to me," I said. It was as if there was another person in
me talking.

"Great, there is a bed room to put your clothes in," Franklin said.  They
led me to a rear room and we stripped. As I took my clothes off I realized
I must have had few more glasses of wine than I thought. I was pleasantly
buzzed and remarkably uninhibited.  Up tight is my normal state.

"Has anyone mentioned you have your Uncle's cock?" Dutch asked.

"I never saw it," I replied.

"Well it brings back old and pleasant memories," he added.  We went to the
pool. I thought it was going to be a nude party. I hadn't guessed it was an
orgy too.  I was much more excited than shocked.

I guess I had thought of an orgy as a bunch of debauched men raping others.
This was more like a mellow collection of older men enjoying
themselves. Several men were sucking and unworried about being seen.  I was
curious, but soon got interested.

I'm not an attractive man.  I'm skinny, hairy and oddly put together. A
friend told me once I look like a puppet that needed tighter strings.  My
hair and beard always need to be trimmed or combed. That was not the way
this group of men saw me. They liked what the saw and weren't shy about
saying it. I was flattered. I looked good to them.

This was a new experience to me.  At most parties, I was usually in a
corner of the room in the shadows trying to be inconspicuous. Here I was
standing naked on the edge of the pool in bright sunlight and every one
seemed to be hot for my bod. It was a new experience, but not an unpleasant
one.

"I can see you are related to Rudolph!" someone exclaimed. He was looking
directly at my cock.  I would have liked to play it cool, but my cock liked
the attention too and it responded. As my cock grew, it apparently began to
look much more like my Uncle's cock. As far as I could tell, everyone on
there loved his member.

I later found out my Uncle introduced many of these men to gay sex. His
introductory lessons were notably successful and enjoyable. Not only was he
sexually skilled, he was completely without guilt, or hang-ups. Not only
did he introduce them to man sex, he introduced them to guilt-free man sex.
For men of their generation this was liberating.  Rudolph taught them to
enjoy man sex.

They assumed I was into it too. This puzzled me briefly.  I guessed my full
erection was a clue. I got in the water and several men joined me. One man
stroked my cock under the water.  All were hard, or semi-hard and I fondled
who ever was nearest. Franklin ducked into the water and sucked me
briefly. My experience of sex was one-on-one and involved a very nervous
and inept partner and an equally inept me. Everything here was so relaxed,
I was relaxed too.

Dutch came over to me and introduced me to a friend of his, Jim. Dutch was
well endowed; Jim was huge. I went from being excited to turned on big time
as soon as I saw Jim's cock. I had been a bit passive, stroking some and
letting guys play with my equipment, but not doing much otherwise.  Now I
wanted to play.

I have never been in a group before and hadn't considered the possibility
that everyone wanted to have sex with me. It was all new to me, but I was
game.

Dutch bent over and showed me his ass. I gave him a little poke and damn if
my cock didn't slide all the way in; he was lubricated.  It was lovely. I
had only fucked two men before, and it was not that good. This was
wonderful. Dutch liked it too.

Not many men seemed to notice I was fucking a man in broad daylight, but
those who did seemed to approve. Jim leaned close to me and whispered, "Do
you bottom?"

I should have said, "I don't."  I said, "Damn you're big!" I reached out
and stoked his cock. It was magnificent. He lifted me up and sat me on the
edge of the pool and sucked me. As he did that, he worked a finger into my
hole.  I would have been shocked, but Dutch was there and fed me his
cock. He was thick and meaty and uncut. Dutch oozed a particularly rich
brand of pre cum and it turned me on.

Normally I am a nervous wreck when I have sex.  Here I was relaxed and
enjoying it. A little later I was in a lounge chair talking with four or
five men; they were sucking me in rotation. Donny, the auto mechanic, Jim,
and a distinguished looking man named Roger were in the group. He was a
retired cooperate executive. A man they called "The Preacher" was a
minister, and several men dropped by for conversation or a quick lick of my
cock.

They talked about Rudolph and how the group came to be. Rudolph was
generous in every way and attracted friends like flypaper attracts
flies. He didn't have a particular physical type he liked, but he had a
personality he liked. He attracted men who were willing to share and
grow. Rudolph wasn't doctrinaire about his likes. Everyone didn't need to
bottom, or like to fuck.  Everyone did need to give, take and most of all
share.

They were all good suckers, ranging from between very good and mind blowing
suckers. I liked getting sucked and they just wanted me to lie back and let
them do the work. I was surprised when I warned the Preacher I was going to
shoot and he just kept on sucking. He took my load and then turned me over
to Roger. I was soft after the orgasm but that didn't bother Roger who was
next in line. He got me hard again, but the next sucker, Jim, took a second
orgasm.

I could hardly believe these men would take my load, and it was harder to
believe they enjoyed eating it. I think Jim may have swished it between his
teeth before he swallowed it. Donny was the last of the men to suck me. He
was of the post doctoral studies level of cock sucking and got me to shoot
a third time. I should have been drained by them but Donny got a mouthful.

Donny was tearing up as his tongue coaxed the last drops of cum from my
cock. I thought I had done something wrong. Donny loved my Uncle and my
sperm tasted like his. My cream brought back memories. I think if Donny
could have gone to bed with my cock in his mouth, he would have. Later Jim
explained Rudolph and Donnie were special friends.

We carried on a conversation while the men sucked me. I admit I lost the
train of thought during the orgasms, but they didn't seem to mind. From
time to time someone would pass by and his cock came in range. I would take
a courtesy lick. If the cock was uncut I seemed to take a bit more.  I was
afraid some might think they were slighted.  Rudolph had a warm spot for
uncut cock too.  They expected it.

I did discover one thing.  I wasn't experienced, and what experiences I had
were marginal. My own cock began to ooze sweet pre cum as soon as I got
excited.  None of my sex partners seemed to do that. When I licked the cock
heads here, everyone had the sweet taste drooling from the slit. I liked
the taste of my own; I loved theirs.  The uncut men seemed to have a store
of precum between the skin and the knob. I loved that.

As the party wound down, I got up to leave the pool and realized I hadn't
sucked Donny's cock. I dropped to me knees and took care of that
problem. Donny was uncut and had a particularly rich store of pre cum.  I
got my tongue in the skin and swished it around his knob a few times. His
cock twitched and spurted a stream of sperm into my mouth. I had tasted my
own, but never another man's seed before.

I felt close to him. We had shared our seed.  I went home a bit dizzy and
disoriented.