Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 04:43:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wilson's Hollow 13

Wilson's Hollow 13

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.  This is
the last part of this story.

If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or
bldhrymen@aol.com.

I was in the corner of the room with the two boys, both desperate to feel
more cocks in their asses.  The Coach and his friends had taken care of the
initial deflowering.  They wanted more.

I am not much into young guys, but we had a good time. I like the top and
bottom and don't mind switch hitting. It was quiet, slow and easy going.
It wasn't as much fucking, as sex play. Cocks slipped into an ass or two,
but it was relaxed and pleasant.

The relaxed atmosphere made it a lot easier for the boys.  Fred and Bill
liked man sex.  They wanted to be part of the group, but the low key fuck
session let them relax. As they relaxed, their asses relaxed too. Ronnie
joined me and our cocks slipped in their holes without effort.  I got deep
into Bill's ass. You could almost see a light bulb go off in Bill's mind,
when my cock was fully lodged in his ass. I was the first to hit his
prostate and fucking made sense to him.

I took Fred's cock and enjoyed it more than I would have thought.  There
was also more cock than I had realized. Fred was thin and a bit scrawny.
His cock looked big, but I thought that was in comparison to his body.  It
didn't just look big. It was huge.

It was lucky the men who had fucked me earlier had opened me up.  It was
also lucky I hadn't realize it was as big as it was.  Fred eased it in.  It
was thick and stretched me. I took that well.  When he began to shove it
in, it felt better. The shock was when the massive dong kept on penetrating
deeper and deeper.  The last four inches were a chore.

Fred knew he was big and was nice and gentle. It was clear he wanted to get
his entire cock in my ass and wasn't gong to be deterred. He didn't need to
pump, my whole ass was filled to the brim and there was nowhere else to go.
It wasn't as pleasurable as the other big cocks, but the feelings were
extremely intense and sexual.  He left it in, just making little pulses. It
began to feel good.

We had attracted a crowd, encouraging him and me to continue. Fred pulled
his cock free of my ass, then shoved it a bit less slowly than the first
time.

"Shit! I don't believe that monster fits!"  Ronnie said. Fred pulled out
again.  Buck coated Fred's cock with a new layer of lubricant. Fred went in
for a third time. He was thrusting harder and faster now. He looked at me.
He wanted the fuck me harder, but didn't want me to be hurt.  I winked at
him and he began to fuck me at full speed.

Fred didn't last long. He pulled out and sprayed the audience with cum.  It
was a spectacular series of ejaculations.  The crowd applauded. I felt
relieved.  I was glad I had taken the cock, but wouldn't do it every day. I
felt good to be free of the monster dick in my gut.  Rex cuddled up to me.

"That was about as exciting as anything I have ever watched in my life." he
whispered in my ear.  He slipped down and sucked my cock.  He knew my ass
was getting back to it's normal diameter by the time Rex slipped his cock
into the hole. He didn't fuck me, he massaged my prostate with his cock. It
was beautiful. It felt wonderful.

I began to shoot. Fred was there and sucked me while I ejaculated. He told
me it was the first time he ate cum. He wasn't into cum, but he felt he
owed me. The party was coming to an end.

Coach Anders and Dave, the trooper came over to me before they left the
party.  "You are going off to school?" Anders asked.

"Yes, I leaving the day after tomorrow. Gus is taking me to California for
the rest of the summer and I will fly back for college."

"I'm having a little party at my cabin tomorrow.  Would you and Gus like to
come over?" he asked.  "It will be tame compared to this, but you should be
able to have some fun."

"Who will be there?"

"Well, I call it the "Graduation Exercise"." Coach said. "There are several
other guys in the area who share my taste in men.  Other Coaches, Scout
Leaders, men like that.  You know there are some kids like you that want
man sex and would love to have it with their coach.  I never mess around
with kids on my team, or at school. Nothing but trouble there.  I have
enough kids trying to brown nose me without knowing I like cock."

"Well, after graduation, and after they turn 18, we get together.  The
Coaches and the kids meet for an "up close and personal" session." Anders
continued.

"It might be embarrassing to run into some friends." I said.

"Remember, they will be just as embarrassed as you."  Coach said, he was
smiling.  "You are off to college. You'll never see most of these guys
again. No one knows who will show up.  Usually we play with the guys from
neighboring schools, not our own. That's not a hard and fast rule, but most
guys are happy playing with a Coach, not his own Coach."

"Where is it?  I have to talk to Gus about it." I asked.

"Don't worry about Gus, I've already talked to him." Coach said.  "I gave
him the directions."

I talked over my experiences in the Hollow with my Uncle Gus after the
party.  I was on my way to college and there wouldn't be much chance for
the open sex as practiced in the Hollow, in even the most liberal college
town. I guess it would be hard to visualize more sex in a single place than
I experienced in Wilson's Hollow.  My Uncle Gus seemed to think with the
possible exception of some wild night in ancient Rome or Greece, the party
at Wilson's Hollow was about as good as it got.

I don't think I had missed sucking a single cock and every cock in the
Hollow spend some quality time in my ass.

"You sure enjoyed yourself." Gus said.

"You mean you didn't?" I replied. He smiled.

"I got my share. It's going to be odd, going back to the tame sexual
practices of California." Gus said. "The Wilsons have this all down just
right. Did you notice that no one got left out, no one got jealous?
Stripping sex of its religious and romantic overtones, made it into purely
recreational activity.  That sure takes the stress off."

"Some guys were more enjoyable than others." I said.

"I know, but was the sex with the guys you really liked always as better
then sex with guys you barely knew?"

"Not always. Ronnie's a good friend and the sex is good. Wilburt is just a
guy and the sex is great." I replied. "It must have to do with his cock and
my ass."

"Frank's cock does more to you, than it does for Ronnie. I can launch
Ronnie to the moon whenever I want." Gus said.

"I hadn't noticed." I said. "Ronnie likes you that much?"

"Yes he does. You are open and receptive.  Ronnie fights it some, it makes
for a tighter fit and a more intense sexual experience." Gus said. "Once I
get in, Ronnie gives up completely. He surrenders and opens as wide as any
man I have ever screwed.  You still maintained some control.  Ronnie's
mine!"

"Frank does that to me." I confessed. "And, you're right.  Sex with Frank
is great, but I'm a lot more attracted to Ronnie. Frank's cock isn't that
pretty either. It's a magic wand in my ass."

"I think it's the cock and the way it is shaped and fits that makes the
difference."  Gus mused.  "The cock head and the prostate are the most
sexually wired parts of a guy's anatomy. We don't really know how they work
exactly. Once you popped into the hole, your cock is blind.  Ronnie's short
stubby cock does a job on my prostate. I feel as if it rams it and stays
there until I shoot.  Ronnie just melts to my cock. We merge."

"I don't know exactly what Frank does.  I can't think straight when he's in
me." I said.  "Frank's long, thick meaty and uncut.  Anyone of those traits
could be what does it."

"Maybe it just too hard to analyze sex." Uncle Gus said. "If I could
explain it and write a book about it, I'd be a wealthy man. I'd love to
write something about Wilson's Hollow, but I can't do it.  It would destroy
them. It has to remain our little secret."

"I'm not going to tell! I'm just glad I discovered sex now. Left to my own
devices, I might have missed it entirely."  I responded. "I'm good at it
too. Are you sure you're supposed to feel guilt? I have liked every
minute."

"You have had a baptism of fire." Gus said. "Although, I guess it would be
more correctly a baptism of sperm. You're a trooper."

"How did you react to your first experiences with man sex.?" I asked.

"Thinking back, I was so excited I hardly knew." he said.  "I was in my
late twenties. I had been really successful with girls and had been fucking
my way through college.  A guy blew me once.  That was good, but not
exceptional."

"It became exceptional?" I asked.

"It sure did.  I went to a convention in New York and ended up sharing a
hotel room with a flaming faggot, florist.  It was one of these reservation
screw ups.  They had double booked the room and Kenny was there first.  He
was good enough to let me share it.  Kenny was a flamboyant guy, so funny
and outlandish you immediately liked him. He was tall, beautifully tanned
with a big, Elvis style wig.  He wore gold chains, Hawaiian shirts opened
to his navel and had a hairy chest.  He looked macho, but had a lisp so
thick it turned English into another language.

"I got back from a banquet late and a bit drunk. We had a few more drinks
and Kenny made me an offer that sounded good to me and my drunken state. I
expected a simple blow job.  Kenny was the Michelangelo of cock suckers.  I
was his Sistine Chapel.  I loved it.  He just didn't stop, my cock had
never felt so good."

"Eventually we were both naked and I tried sucking him.  I felt it was the
least I could do, given how good he had been to me." Uncle Gus
said. "Kenny's cock was all man.  I liked it. I liked it a lot. The hotel
called the next morning and told me they had found a room. I said, I'd stay
put.  Kenny was pleased. I went to my meetings, but Kenny said, we would
have a great time that night."

"He was right about that. I got back early that night. I wasn't drunk and
went out to dinner with Kenny. He calmed down some and when we got back, he
asked me if I would like to fuck him. I said what the hell. I'd been
fucking cunts for years. Kenny's ass was a revelation.  He was tight and
must have had several extra muscles. He was the dream bottom. I had never
been so appreciated. I loved it. Later that night he worked a finger into
my ass and introduced me to my prostate."

"You discovered it is one of your favorite organs?" I said, laughing.

"It sure did. He fucked me before breakfast the next morning.  He was big
and I was tight, but I did realize there was potential. I was sitting on
his cock, thinking it wasn't too bad and wasn't too exciting either. "  Gus
continued.  "He must of had five inches in and three to go, when I went
crazy. It was strange to be thirty years old and suddenly discover there is
an entire world of sex I hadn't even dreamed about."

"Kenny was a master fucker too.  I stayed an extra day and he filled in the
gaps in my knowledge.  I had heard guys talking about fucking and had no
idea it was pleasurable. It always seemed degrading. I admit, having a guy
shove his cock into your shit chute doesn't have much of a ring to
it. Damn, I love it!"

"I had never totally surrendered before. I let Kenny do anything he wanted
and I discovered it was as good as it gets.  There was no attitude, no game
playing, no one-upmanship.  It was just two guys trying to see how much
enjoyment they could have. The party last night was like that. All fun, no
stress.

"And that is why you are here in rural Virginia and fucking and being
fucked by a bunch of Hillbillies?"

"Yep, that's it." Gus said. "And loving every minute of it."

Johnny drove up to the house as we talked on the porch. Gus had a call and
needed to call a friend in California. We went to Johnny's house and Gus
made the call. Close friends in California had been a major car
accident. Gus was needed. Gus had to get back.  We drove to Washington the
next day and were in Los Angles that night.

My summer in Wilson's Hollow was over. I wanted to go back, but that wasn't
possible for the next few years. I also missed the Coach's "Graduation
Exercise". So I never found out what happened the next day. Knowing the
Coach's sexual tastes and drives, I guessed there would be a few very happy
young men the next day.

My only connection with the Hollow was Ronnie.  He joined the Navy and
indeed saw the world.  The Navy put Ronnie through college.  We kept in
touch and managed to meet every few years.  Gus and Ronnie stayed in touch
too.  Ronnie talks about going to a family reunion and promises to let me
know.