Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 08:22:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wilson's Hollow 8

Wilson's Hollow 8

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 Gus spent the night at Ronnie's house in bed with Frank, Ronnie's
Dad.  We were in the next bedroom and at the end of the night, they had
gotten to know each other really well.  We heard it all.

When we got up, Gus was deep dicking Frank.  Gus called us in and asked
Ronnie and me to spell him some.  Usually Frank wasn't that into bottoming,
but Gus must have made him aware of the vast potential for pleasure.  I
replaced Gus and Frank's ass was hot and trembling.  Frank's cock was rock
hard and there was a puddle of precum on his gut, you could have floated a
sail boat on.


"Damn!" I said.  "You're hot!" Frank nodded.  "Ronnie, you need to feel
this!" Ronnie replaced me in his father's ass.  Frank was leaking buckets,
but the precum turned into a flood as soon as Ronnie got deep.  Ronnie was
moaning.

Gus watched approvingly.  "I tried to teach him how to enjoy a dick in his
hole.  It looks like I succeeded!"  He got on the bed and straddled Frank,
opening his ass wide.  "Open me up a little and guide it in, Bobby.  An
erection that good is too good to waste!" I worked my finger into Uncle
Gus' hole.  It was warm and wet.  Then I held Frank's cock and positioned
it at Gus' ass hole as Gus sat back.  The dick was coated in precum, so it
didn't need any lubricant.  The cock head vanished in Gus' pink hole,
poking the rosebud into the dark recess.

Gus leaned forward and Frank's cock head popped out.  Gus eased back again.
On the third try, the entire cock slid deep into Gus' ass.  Only the balls
showed.  Frank, Gus and Ronnie moaned at the same time.

It was hard to believe three, well hung men's genitals could be so compact.
With Ronnie in Frank's ass and Frank in Gus, their cocks must have been
pumping within an inch of each other's meats.  They all loved it.  Ronnie
suddenly pulled out and shot his load on Gus' back.  The milky sperm
dribbled down.  I guess the warm cum inspired Gus.  He spurted all over
Frank's gut and chest.  Frank must have shot in Gus' ass.  When he finally
pulled out, he was still dribbling cum.

"Shit, if that isn't the best way to start the day with a bang, I don't
know what is!" Frank said.

"You've got that right, Dad."  Ronnie said.

"Damn, I'm going to be late for work." Frank said.  "Can you boys fend for
yourselves for breakfast?"  We said, "Sure".  We all showered and had
breakfast.  Uncle Gus wanted to visit my parents' graves, so we went to the
cemetery.  All of the funeral flowers were gone; it looked bare.

"Do you have a monument yet?" Uncle Gus asked.

"Not yet.  Money is kind of tight, so they told me to hold off until
later." I said.  "The Church said, they might do something later."

"What in hell is wrong with the Church. I'll take care of that." Gus said.
"Both the monument and the tight money."  We spent the next few hours
selecting the monument.  After lunch we drove by my old house.  There was a
rental van there and a single man unloading it.  Some of the furniture was
way too big for him.  Gus stopped and we got out.

We introduced ourselves.

"I'm the Reverend Tom Washborne.  I was so sorry to hear about your parents
death." he said.  "This must have been an ordeal for you.  We wanted to
move a month or two later, but the Church said, they needed us here now."
Washborne was in his late 30's, about six feet tall and looked as if he
jogged.  He had a close cropped brown beard.

Ronnie and I helped move some pieces, while Gus and Tom talked.  The Church
had told me, the new Minister had to move now, so it was a bit of a puzzle
when he said, they wanted to move later.  Getting out of the house had been
a real problem for me.  Most of the people in the Church were very nice,
but several Elders were standoffish.  I had been so preoccupied by my Mom's
health problems, I wondered if I had missed something.

Tom Washborne seemed nice and he sure got along well with Gus.  Ronnie and
Gus moved some of the bigger pieces of furniture.  Tom and I did boxes.  An
hour later, two men from the Church came and joined in.  Tom's wife had a
job she had to stay with for two more months at their old house with some
of the furniture.

One of the men, Mr.  Jones, was an old friend of my Father.  I asked him
about the new Minister's arrival date.  He blushed.  He said, it was a long
story that reflected badly on the church.

"We fought it, but Freddy Randall usually gets his way in the end." he
said.  Mr.  Randall had been the bane of my Father's existence.  He was a
mean spirited, penny-pinching miser.  He was one of those guys who
volunteers to do everything, not because his wants to, but so he will be
owed enough by enough people to eventually run the place.

Mr.  Jones told me Randall wanted my Father out, because they weren't
getting full service from him.  Dad was too preoccupied by Mom.  It all
made sense to me.  Dad always said, the great curse of Presbyterians was
politeness.  They were never rude and never wanted a scene.  Randall had no
problem with either.  He could ride roughshod over the other members of the
congregation.  He also felt my friendship with the Wilsons, was
unacceptable.  They weren't the kind of people a Minister's family should
be associated with.

It got late and several other members of the congregation showed up, so we
went back home.  We stopped at a supermarket to get some food.  Gus said he
would cook.  Anytime Frank didn't cook was a blessing.

Ronnie heard the conversation with Mr.  Jones and was riled.  "I'd like to
shoot that bastard.  Mean ass hole!" Uncle Gus said, the man wasn't worth
jail time.

"I guess you are right about that." he agreed.  Frank got back from work
and brought Johnny and Joey with him.  Johnny didn't exactly drool when he
saw Gus for the first time, but he was really close. Joey just stared in
awe.  Gus bought a lot of food and he asked Joey and Johnny to stay for
dinner with us.  They were more than willing.

Gus was a great cook and dinner was good.  He also had some beer.  It made
the occasion more festive.  It was a hot night and everyone was down to the
minimum amount of clothes you could wear and not be technically naked.
That suited everyone.  Scooter and Charley dropped in just as dinner
finished.  They had a few beers before they got to the house and were in a
real good mood already.  They lived out of town and had a 45 minute drive.
I wondered if Frank had called them to meet Gus.  It turned out Buster
called them. They were properly impressed.

I saw Gus looking at the three brothers, Frank, Joey and Johnny and I think
I saw him drool a bit.  Later, I found out he liked beefy, hairy men.
Wilson's Hollow was the place for him.

"I forgot to get a dessert, guys." Gus said.  "It might be too fattening
anyway.  It looks as if you watch your figures." Everyone laughed.

"Some banana cream is all I want." Joey said.  "Even a small shot of it can
be real satisfying."

"You must be a mind reader." Gus said.  "Do you boys pitch or catch?"

"Are you talking sucking or fucking?" Joey asked.

"Why in hell are you asking that, Daddy?" Scooter asked.  "There ain't
nothing you haven't done and liked." Everyone burst out laughing.  "You
either did it to me, or I did it to you."

"Quiet.  You might shock our guest." Joey said.  "He might not be as open
about cock play as we are."

"Don't worry about that.  I'm open enough." Gus said.  "Frank, Ronnie and
Bobby can vouch for me.  I know you guys like to keep it in the family.
Ronnie had a nice time with his Daddy last night.  I have to admit it
turned me on.  Actually it turned me on big time."

"That's nothing special here, but keeping it in the family is fun."  Johnny
said.  "You don't need to dress up!"

"Since when have we dressed up for anything!" Frank said.  "Pulling up our
zippers is formal wear for us."  There was more laughter.

"I don't know about you, but I think we're all over dressed." Gus said.
You could feel the sexual tension in the room.  There was also a sense of
relief.  No one needed anymore convincing to get naked, or to start
sucking.

It was confused at first.  No one was trampled in the rush to get to Gus's
cock, but it was damn close.  Eventually he settled down with Johnny while
Frank screwed Charlie and Joey massaged Scooter's prostate with his beer
can cock.  Ronnie and I mostly watched.

Gus was in Johnny's ass in no time flat, so I got on the floor and sucked
Johnny's oozer.  Ronnie tried to slip in Gus' back door.  He couldn't do
that, so he rubbed his cock in the ass crack. The geometry of the positions
wasn't right, but where there's a will there's a way.  Gus worked Johnny to
the floor and bent him over so Johnny could suck me.  Gus then got in a
position, so he could open his ass wider and let Ronnie in.

Gus liked the feel of Ronnie's cock as it rammed him in time with Gus' own
ramming of Johnny.  Gus was good about letting you know what was good and
what was hot. It is lucky I like precum a lot.  I could have drowned in
Johnny's that night.  I had sucked him before but then he had nothing like
what he was drooling now.

Joey was deep dicking Scooter who was real happy.

"Damn, that's a thick one, Scooter.  Do you have any trouble with it?" Gus
asked.

"Nothing that ain't worth the effort. Daddy likes it tight." Scooter
answered.

"Frank told me you have a beautiful ass." Gus continued, "Soft as silk and
quivering."

"Are you going to try my ass out later tonight?" Scooter asked.

"Would you like that?"

"Shit, yes!" Scooter answered.

"If we have the time, I'll fuck every ass in this room." Gus said.  "On one
condition though.  I only give, if I can take.  If you promise to leave
your seed in my ass, I'll do the same for you."  Just then, Joey popped his
load and moaned in ecstasy as he filled Scooter's ass.  Johnny's precum
turned into cum, as he heard his bother's moan during his climax.

Gus knew how to make friends.

The first time I played with the Wilsons, Frank said, the man sex was
mostly blowing off steam for the Wilsons, a substitute for sex with women.
He did admit, he had a warm spot for Scooter and Charlie.  In the week that
Uncle Gus was there, I realized most of them just plain liked sex with men.

Gus was about as handsome a man as I had ever seen, if you like your men
real masculine.  He was a man's man, unaffected and fun.  Uncle Gus was
also a sex pig, a beautiful sex pig.  He was handsome, muscular, masculine
and always in heat.  He told me he liked men and he liked cock.  He wasn't
romantic, rather he was fun.  He loved sex and loved to give his partners
as good a time as he could.

I liked him.  The Wilson men clearly loved him.  He was everything they
liked in a guy.  I'm not sure if any of them expected to bed a man as good
looking as Gus.  In their defense, the Wilson's had masculine down pat.
They were 100% huntin' and fishin' red necks.  They had cocks that oozed at
the drop of a hat and were available for recreational use.  You could also
say they were unaffected, natural men.  No one put on airs.

The Wilsons and Clancys weren't pretty at all.  Ronnie was good looking, if
you liked his type, the rest looked odd.  They loved Gus.

Oddly, Uncle Gus liked them.

"This place is a fucking candy store!" he told me before he returned home.
We were talking during one of the few times we were alone.  Usually there
were several Wilsons nearby, drooling.  "I've never found so many men who
were hot and ready to screw in one place in my life."

"You're complaining?" I asked.

"Shit no." he answered.  "I feel as if I have died and gone to heaven.
I've been to the South Sea Islands and never run into guys with as few hang
ups about sex.  This is an anthropologist's dream! If I wrote a paper, or a
book about his, I could replace Margaret Meade."

"You aren't going to write about them?  Are you?" I didn't think the
Wilsons would like that at all.

"Quite frankly, I want to keep them all for myself.  Exposure would destroy
them." he said seriously.  "They are the most exotic tribe of men I've ever
encountered.  If anyone found out about them, they'd be wiped out.  If they
were in the Amazon and were inaccessible, you might be able to publish
something and not destroy them.  Next door to the East Coast Megalopolis,
it's impossible."

"I think this sort of thing must have happened in early man.  In a small
isolated tribe, incest is the only option, if the tribe is to survive." Gus
said.  "The Wilsons had a problem with mental retardation and birth defects
and solved it by institutionalizing homosexual sex.  In antiquity, other
tribes abducted women from other tribes.  The Rape of the Sabine Women
route.  Large scale raiding parties are rare in modern America and the
Wilsons found another way."

"I never thought of it like that."

"It's clever.  As long as they keep it in Wilson's Hollow, all is well.
They get to enjoy themselves and avoid the unwanted pregnancy problem." Gus
said.

"I've been thinking, they must have a warm spot for man-sex anyway." I
said.

"I know they do." he said.  "You don't get this far into man sex without a
preference for it.  The sex is hot and heavy, no holes barred.  It seems to
me this is all male bonding, not incest in the traditional definition.  The
recreational and fellowship aspects seem to dominate the sexual aspects.
At least until the orgasm!"  Gus laughed. "They have no hang ups, they
aren't doing anything wrong as far as they can see it.  It's like a
fraternal lodge meeting, except, fraternal in the original sense."

"I can't see the Elk's doing this!" I added.  Gus burst out laughing.

"You've got that right!" Gus replied.  "They'd have much better membership
if they did."

Gus didn't fuck everyone in the house that night after all.  The Wilsons
wanted to do it right with a good, old fashioned orgy.  They had struck
sexual gold and wanted to share it with their family members.  It was the
week before the 4th of July, so there was a long weekend.  That night they
planned the party and decided to make it a camping event, Friday night and
all day Saturday and to invite only those with a genuine enthusiasm for man
sex.

I had never noted anything but enthusiasm in the men, but Joey had definite
thoughts on it.  Some men had moved away.  They decided to invite Coach and
Dave Anders and one or two other men who I didn't know.