Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 22:16:50 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Wally and  His Pal Willie

Uncle Wally and His Pal Willie.

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymen@aol.com.

Uncle Wally was a character.  He wasn't exactly disreputable, but he was
what my Mom called borderline.  Mom was proper and conventional.  That
could not be said about Wally.  The was semi literate and uncouth.  He was
also funny and had a heart of gold. When I say he was uncouth, I don't mean
he was rude.  We was always polite to Mom.  I think Mom got to like him.

I lived in a small town in the Valley of Virginia. In the summer of 1957,
we had a big wind storm when Dad was away on a business trip to Europe.  A
tree fell on the house and was balanced on the master bedroom.  It hadn't
done major damage yet, but if it shifted it could have wiped out the house.
Unfortunately, everyone in town had some sort of damage, so there was no
one available to help us.  Our house sat on several wooded acres, so there
were no neighbors near at hand to be helpful.

My mother was frantic when Uncle Wally and his buddy Willie appeared out of
nowhere.  They were lumberjacks and were willing to take care of it.  I had
never seen Willie before. Willie made Uncle Wally look like Cary Grant.  He
was a wild man who had lived in the mountains way too long.

We were without electricity, but still had phone service.  We got a call.
It was my Grandmother.  They lived about fifty miles a way, but they too
had a tree on their house.  Granddad was planning to fix it.  He was 84 and
in poor health with a heart condition.  Grand Dad had stopped listening to
Grandma thirty years earlier, but he still listened to Mom.  They needed
her there to take care of things.

I was just 18 at he time and was useless when it comes to fixing things,
but I was responsible.  Mom asked if I could stay at the house and help
Uncle Wally if she went to help my grandparents.  I was more than willing.
No one had ever asked me to act as an adult before.  I was pleased I could
do something of genuine usefulness.

Mom raced off leaving me to watch over Uncle Wally and Willie.  I was a
scrawny kid, tall and thin.  Both Willie and Wally were well over six feet
tall and over 250 pounds.  If there were to be a problem, there was little
I could do.  It turned out there was nothing for me to do.  The two men
knew what they were doing and went at the job full tilt.  I went to the
hardware store to get tarps and ropes they needed.  The lights were out
there too, but the store was open.  The owner, Red Samuels, put emergency
supplies on a tab to be settled up later.  It was a small town so he knew
everyone.  He knew me and my parents, so I had no problem getting things.

The windstorm had ushered in a cold front, so it was comfortable.  Around
three in the afternoon the sky clouded over again and it rained for an hour
or so.  When it stopped it was hot and humid.

Uncle Wally and Willie wore heavy shirts and jeans when they worked.  That
was to protect against splinters and cuts.  When they took a break they
stripped off the shirts and doused themselves under the hose to cool down.
I didn't know men could be that hairy.  They both looked like the missing
link.  When I saw Uncle Wally's pelt I felt relieved.  I had begun to get
hairy when I was 13 and by now I was really hairy.  I was embarrassed by
it.  The guys in school all seemed to be smooth and I was the lone hairy
one.  Now I knew where it came from.  Wally wasn't handsome, but he struck
me as very masculine.

Wally had golden red hair, mixed in with some gray.  Willie had black hair
that was now turning salt and pepper.  He looked like a gorilla.  I have to
admit I stared at them when they were shirtless and cleaning up.  They
didn't mind that and they mugged around making some bodybuilder poses.
They were muscular, but not in the body builder way, but there were much
more masculine than most of the guys you see on the cover of fitness
magazines.

I had little sexual experience.  I wasn't interested in girls at all. I had
played around with some kids I knew from grade school.  As they got older
we stopped doing that except for Reggie.  Reggie and I were friends and we
experimented some, but I wasn't that exciting.  Oddly, Wally and Willie
were exciting.

Around five I got a call from Mom.  Grandma and Grandpa were being cranky
and difficult she said.  She asked how things were going, and I said they
were fine.  The tree was halfway off the house. She said she wouldn't be
back until late the next day.  "There's some food in the freezer that
should be defrosted by now," she said.  "You might as well get it out and
eat as much as you can before it goes bad."  I helped dad with the
grilling, so I knew how to do that.  "Are you sure you will be alright?"
she asked.

"There are no problems at all here," I said.  "Uncle Wally and Willy have
everything under control."

The next hour or so was spent pulling the main trunk of the tree off the
house.  Once that was done the rest was comparatively easy.  A neighbor
from down the street came by and said there was some looting in one
neighborhood.  That didn't sound good.  Wally overheard the conversation.
"I don't think any looters are going to like visiting us tonight," he said.
The neighbor looked at the sweaty and fierce looking lumberjack and said,
"Things look under control here."

I went to get a fire going for dinner.  We had a crude but very tasty
dinner.  I cooked everything that could be cooked, since it would go bad
otherwise.  Wally and Willie loved that.  Afterwards we wandered around the
property.  I had exclusively focused on the tree on the house.  Trees were
down everywhere.  It was a mess.  Wally saw it as a source of lumber.
"You've got some high dollar trees here," he said.  "If we cut them the
right way, your folks will make a pretty penny." He saw the silver lining.

I was getting dark now.  A car drove up to the house.  It was Red from the
hardware store.  He was a friends of my parents.  He looked at Wally and
Willie.  "Wally!" he exclaimed.  "How did you get here? There's been a
problem a few block from here, looters," Red continued.  "I came by to see
if Bill was okay."

"Don't you worry none, Red," Wally said.  "We can hold the fort.  We've got
some food left over if you want some grub.  Bill here's a good cook."

"To tell you the truth, I haven't eaten all day," Red replied.  "It sounds
tempting."

"I cooked everything in the freezer," I said.  "If you could help us out it
would be appreciated.  We went to the back yard and he got some food.  He
had complete knowledge of the damage in town and gave us all the details.
"It will be while before things get back to normal,"he said.  "The power
company says it will be a day or two before power's restored."

It was still hot and muggy.  There was no breeze at all.  "Damn, I just got
a whiff of myself," Red said.  "I really worked up a sweat today.  I need a
shower."

"We've been using the hose," Wally said.  "It works good.  The ground is so
warm the water is almost like a shower.  I'd be glad to hose you down."

"I kind of think everyone could use some cleaning up," Red said.  "Is that
a problem?" he asked, looking at me.

"Not at all," I replied.  "I'll get some soap from inside and some towels."

I went in the house and groped in the dark rooms to find towels and soap.
When I returned Red, Willy and Wally were in the back yard, buck naked and
spraying each other with the hose.  They were like oversized kids playing
in the water.

I had never been naked outside before, but there was no way I was going to
wear my jockies since the older men were stark naked and weren't worried
about it.  I stripped and joined them.  It was dusk and the light was dim,
but I could tell all three of the older men were well hung.  When I saw
Uncle Wally's cock, I realized body hair wasn't the only way were resembled
each other.  We had matching cocks, except he was uncut and I was cut.

I had been embarrassed at the size of my cock at school.  At first I didn't
know enough about sex to realize that was a desirable characteristic.  Guys
made fun of me when they saw it in Junior high and I tried to hide it.
There was no way to hide it here, and in true teenager fashion, I got a
little hard.

"You've got a nice one, Bill," Red said. "I hadn't guessed.  Could you soap
up my back?"

Red was soaping up Wally and Willie, so I did the same to him.  I just
followed his lead.  He soaped Wally's back and then his ass and then his
crotch.  I was a bit shocked, but I was a lot more turned on than I was
shocked.  Willie was soaping up Wally now.  I was pretty sure he wasn't
just washing Wally's buns. He had his finger in Wally's ass.

Red whispered in my ear.  "Reggie told me you were member of the club.  I
hope this isn't too much for you."

"You know Reggie?"

"We've had some fun together," Red said.  "He was shy at first, but once we
got into it, he was fine."  He reached around me and stroked my cock.  I
was rock hard.  "It looks like fun, doesn't it?"

"It sure does," I said.

"Have you played with anyone other than Reggie?" I shook my head. "Sex with
Wally and Willie isn't pretty, but it's hot as hell," Red said.  "Are yuo
willing to give it a swing?"  I nodded.

"Willie, come over here," Red ordered.  Willie came immediately.  "Bend
over and spread your cheeks wide!" Red ordered.  I noticed Willie smiled at
this as he obeyed.  A second later Red buried his cock deep in Willie's
ass.  Willie moaned in pleasure.

Wally came over to me and put his arm around my shoulder.  "Willie loves a
deep dicking," he whispered.  "It just makes his day."

I looked at Wally's meant an d saw he was half hard. "What makes your day,
Uncle Wally?" I asked.

"If it involves and man and a cock, I can be easily satisfied," he said.
"Have you done anything like this before with your buddies?"

"Sort of, but not exactly like Red and Willie," I replied.i got really bold
and touched his cock.  Uncle Wally smiled.

He held me tighter.  "Man sex is lot's of fun if you remember it's for
fun," he whispered.  "If it ain't fun, don't do it.  Some things, like
getting fucked, take a while to get to like.  Take your time, don't rush
it."

"I don't know if I want to use the trial and error method if finding out if
I like it," I said.

Wally giggled.  "I'm not the most adventurous man in the world myself," he
said."Willie on the other hand, will do anything once.  I was the first guy
to fuck him.  You and me are big boys and we can really stretch an ass.  I
asked Willie if he really want to do it.  Maybe he should try a smaller
cock for his maiden voyage, I said.  He said he wanted to start at the
top."

"Did it hurt?"

"It did, but Willie came back for more," Wally said.  "It sure don't hurt
anymore!" He shifted his location and dropped to his knees.  He swallowed
my cock hole.  His bushy mustache and beard felt soft, but his mouth was a
velvet lined cave that caressed my cock.  Reggie had a small mouth and his
teeth were a problem.  I came close to shooting.

"Calm down," Wally muttered.  "We've got all the time in the world." He
stood up.  Much to my surprise I fell to my knees and began to suck Uncle
Wally.  It was lust at first suck.  Reggie had a long, thin cock. Uncle
Wally's dick was thick and meaty.  I had never sucked an uncut cock before.
Wally's foreskin was filled with sweet tasting juice.  At first I wasn't
sure I liked it, but soon my tongue discovered it was oozing from Wally's
wide piss slit.  I may not have been sure about it, but I found myself
trying to suction more of the juice from Wally's balls.

Up until that time I had tended to think of a cock primarily as a tool for
aiming piss.  As I sucked Uncle Wally, it turned into a sex organ.  When I
messed around with Reggie it was exciting, but slightly dirty and scary.
Reggie was clean cut and well manicured.  Wally and Willy were anything but
that. Oddly, it seemed as if sucking the old men's meat was completely
natural for me.  I wasn't scared at all.

I wanted Wally's cock and I couldn't get enough of it.  Looking back I
realized I had always been attracted to older men.  It just didn't occur to
me they were potential sexual partners.  I was a tall, thin hairy kid and I
didn't think I was attractive.  I also didn't realize the sort of masculine
man I liked could be gay.I was use to the stereotype images of gay men.  I
knew the choir director of the Episcopal church was gay as was Andy, the
florist.  I had no idea a lumberjack could be gay.

Not only were Red, Wally and Willie gay, they loved man sex and weren't at
all embarrassed, or shy about it.  Before this evening,I had visualized my
life as being conventional with a wife and kids interspersed with guilt
laden trips to the wild side.

By the end of the night I realized my view of a trip on the wild side was
more like a Baptist Ladies Tea than a crazed sexual romp.  One way to teach
person to swim is to throw then in the water and see if the float.  I was
thrown in a sexual pond and discovered I could swim.  Not only could I
swim, but I was willing to start training for the Olympics.

Reggie was a nice guy and an old friend, but he wasn't a turn on.  He had
no pre cum and I had been shocked when he accidentally shot off in my
mouth.  He apologized.  Now my face was buried in the hairy crotches of
these older men and I loved it.  I loved the taste and smell of the cock,
the juices that drooled for the organ and when Red shot off in my mouth I
gobbled up every drop of his man seed.

Willie talked little more than grunts and I suspected he wasn't not very
bright.  I soon discovered he had a hobby, sex.  When he was having sex, he
became downright talkative.

He loved to suck and he was a master at it.  When he sucked me he seemed to
know when I was close to coming.  He would pull off and chat.

"To tell you the truth, Bill," Willie explained.  "Wally and I've been in
the woods for twenty five years.  We've been alone most of the time.  I
figured we might as well get as much fun out of our cocks as we can. You
would think that after a while you would run out of things that might float
your boat, but that ain't true."

"When God gave men cocks, he knew what he was doing.  It's handy, useful
and fun.  He also put a little nut in your ass just deep enough for your
cock to reach," he continued.  As he talked his finger touched my ass hole.
I shivered.  He slowly worked a finger into my ass.  I didn't want him to
do that, but I shifted my legs so it would be easier for him.

"That it, Bill," Willie said.  "Just go with the flow.  You may not know
it, but your body knows more about what you want than your do."  He pulled
his finger out and returned to sucking me.  The next time I was on the edge
of an orgasm he pulled away again.