Scouts

Scouts 3

by Bald Hairy Man

This is an adult gay story intended for adult gay men. If you are offended by this or are not an adult, gay or a man, DON'T READ IT. It has a lot of sex between adult men, many of whom are older, hairy, bearded, and in this case of several different races. If this offends you, DON'T READ IT. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com.

I had a chance to explore the cave over the next day. It was a natural wonder and almost as if it had been designed to be a hide out. The cave entrance was narrow and well concealed by dense growth. Inside the entrance there was no suggestion there was a larger cavern beyond. At the rear of the entrance there was a dark spot. You couldn't tell it was a hole. If you went into the hole there were two almost right angled bends. When you navigated these, you entered the main set of caverns. These were dry and cool. A fire set here could be not be seen from the entrance.

There were three chambers, each with a concealed entrance. The innermost chamber contained the pool and hot spring. This had dim natural light. The steam from the pool escaped through an opening in the roof of the cave. I went outside and couldn't see any escaping steam. I was with Billy and he said the strong winds in this mountain area dissipated the evidence.

The air was cold and the wind was strong. "This place is incredible," I said.

"That it is. It's the perfect smugglers' cove, if only we were on the sea," Billy said. "A good group of men, too."

"They seem friendly"

"That's not the word for it." Billy said. "They run everything ship shape. Their watch arrangements are clever, but they know how to relax too. It's an odd combination in my experience. I've known officers who were intelligent and by the book men, but they were never off duty. It consumed them. These men aren't like that."

"They know how to enjoy themselves." I said.

"They're the biggest bunch of cock hounds and libertines I've ever met!" Billy exclaimed. "It's like going to war in the day time and screwing all night at a Roman orgy."

"Sodom and Gomorrah is more like it." I said.

"If Sodom was like this, I'd run for mayor!" Billy said. "If things were this good in Sodom, no one in their right minds would have left."

"You like it?"

"I surely do. And you?"

I thought for a minute. "I think I do. It felt so good, but it's so different from anything back in Vermont."

"Let yourself go, boy," Billy said. "You're a bear who's fallen into a bucket of honey. Take advantage of it."

"Do you think I should?"

"Hell yes! Why not? To tell you the truth, I've been living in a nightmare for the last four years. Anything that feels good is good enough for me."

"I'm not sure it's my choice. Rally and his Uncle seem to be very convincing," I said, smiling.

Billy laughed. "I've got a lot more experience than you and I can tell you Rally's one of a kind. I knew a Boson on the HMS Achilles who was almost like him, but Rally seems to have made a scientific study of it. He knows how to milk every drop of pleasure from a cock."

I got close to Billy and whispered, "Is everyone here . . .?"

"A cock sucker?" Billy completed my sentence. "It seems that way to me. Rally is the cock prophet and everyone is a convert. It's all really open. I've spent my life sneaking around, hiding my true feelings. It takes some getting use to, let me tell you. Bobby, did you know you had a taste for cock?"

"I don't rightfully know," I said. "I never did it before, but I surely didn't mind it when I did it for the first time. Never was much into girls. Maybe there's something wrong with me."

"Hell, boy. There's nothing wrong with me and I love sucking cock," Billy exclaimed.

"Not as much as me," a voice said. I looked at the man and saw a pint-sized version of Rally.

"Bobby, meet Wally, Rally's little brother," Billy said in introduction.

"Pleased to meet ya," he replied as we shook hands. For a small man, he had a strong handshake. "Rally said yer a good man, even if you come from up North."

"Something tells me you're a good man even if you're half sized," I said. Wally thought this was funny.

"How old you be?" he asked.

"23."

"I'm 18 or maybe 17, Momma was getting worn out when I came along," Wally said. "Daddy always said the threw away the pattern after me." I looked at him, his clothes were ragged, there was hair poking out where the rags had disintegrated. He had a bearskin cloak to keep him warm. "Follow me Bobby, I'm on lookout duty, I'll show you the lie of the land." I followed him into the dense undergrowth.

It was heavy going. I had to crawl. Wally had an advantage since he could fit in small places. He took me to his eyrie. I could have gone by the hideout a thousand times and never known it was there. It was up in the cluster of Chestnuts, invisible from below. Up in the tree, Wally had a clear view of the mountains. I got up there with difficulty. I slipped once and almost fell. Wally grabbed me with his iron like grip and saved me.

"Thanks," I said.

"We're all in the same boat here. It's nothing."

We settled down. I saw nothing but trees and mountains. Rally knew every leaf and rock. "Tolly and his folks are valley men. They don't know crap about the mountains. Watch for birds. They get stirred up when Tolly tries to make a move." he exclaimed. "See that shadow? That's a run, it's easier to move up a run, than cut across the ridges. Keep your eye on it"

"Tolly doesn't have any mountain folks on his side?"

"Hell no. I don't give a crap about slaves and don't care if they're slave or free, but Tolly and his kind treat everyone like dirt. He ain't fair. Old Mr. McGruder was the Justice of the Peace before Tolly. You were treated fair. He was a hard man, but fair. Tolly's a thief and a fornicator!"

"Fornicator?"

"I like messing around and having some fun as much as anyone, but I ain't never, and I mean never, had to force anyone to play," he explained. "He bedded Alice Shifflet so her Daddy wouldn't get whipped. Tolly whipped him anyway. It ain't right. Alice had a baby. He took it and killed it. They say it was a natural death, but I don't believe that one bit."

The day was turning warm. I was comfortable and took off my coat. Wally shed his bearskin, then the rags he called a shirt.

"You need to get a new shirt,"

"This shirt makes me hide in the leaves," Wally replied.

"That fur coat you are wearing should do that," I said. He looked at his bear skin, then he looked at his furry chest.

He laughed, "Daddy said Momma was keeping company with a wolf before I was born."

" Well you look quite a bit like your bother. He can't blame it on a wolf."

"We are all lookers, aren't we." I laughed at Wally's witticism. We had to stay quiet, listening for the sound of the enemy. I almost dozed off.

"You can't fall asleep," Wally whispered as he shook me awake.

"It's hard," I said. "How do you do it?"

"Well, I've got a little game I play, Skin the Snake." Wally responded. I looked puzzled. "Whip `er out and I'll show you." With that he pulled out his cock. Wally had his bother's cock, but Wally was so small, it looked monstrous.

"Hell, I never guessed you had that dangling between your legs. It's a third leg!"

"Pretty, ain't it? The object is to skin the snake and see how close you can get it to spit, without shooting a load." Wally stroked his cock. Hard it was even more impressive than soft. It almost looked as if he would lose his balance if he tried to walk.

"Mine's nothing like yours," I said.

"I know better than that. Uncle Alvis and Rally gave me the low down. Pull'er out and skin it back." I did.

"They said you have a nice one," he commented, "Stroke it and get it hard." Wally was already hard. I wasn't sure I could do it with him watching, but that wasn't a problem. "The nice thing about skinning the snake is you can keep watch and stoke at the same time. You always know where it's at, and what y'er doing."

"What you don't want to do is drain your balls. That makes you sleepy. You try to see how close you can get, then cool'er down. When the urge is gone you start all over again."

"I can see how it would keep you awake," I said. "How long can you keep it up?"

"Depends," he murmured. "I can go for a right long while. Same for Rally. He can shoot a single spurt and stop. It's everything or nothing for me."

"Damn!" I exclaimed, I shot a volley of cum into the air. I was able to stop, but I was teetering on the edge.

"Calm down, you can do it," Wally whispered. I was really close, but the urge to shoot subsided. Wally was looking at me with a smile on his face. I saw a glob of my seed sitting on his chest hair.

"I'm sorry, it looks like I got you."

He looked down and saw the seed. "Damn if you didn't. You've got good aim!" Being splattered with my cock scum obviously didn't bother him. He took his finger, collected the seed and licked it up.

"Hard to believe you can make babies out of that suff. Isn't it?"

"I never thought of it that way."

"Never thought of it that way either, until Dr. Max told me about it. He told me when a man let's you eat his seed, it's good. You feel close."

"It seems to me sucking a man's cock makes you close too." I said. Wally laughed, but he was still looking over the mountains and forest. Wally was always on watch. We talked off and on for the afternoon. We returned to the cave at dusk. There was no moon so the mountains were all but impassible in the dark. They fortified the cave each night and one man could guard the narrow entrance easily.

Henry and Wolf had cooked dinner. It was a roast of venison and some potatoes. After salt pork and hardtack, it tasted like the finest meal at the Astor House. I sat with John Van Lew and Wally. The conversation in the cave was odd. Half of the men were speaking in German. Sean and Billy were talking about the good old days in Dublin. Van Lew and I were educated, but the rest of the men had no education at all.

Van Lew was from Richmond, but he sounded as if he was from New England. His family was originally from Boston. He was an interesting man. He had been under watch since the beginning of the rebellion. His views about the Confederacy were well known. His sister was doing all she could to help our prisoners in Richmond.

"She thinks they won't hang a lady. Liz is every inch a lady," John said. "They'd love to hang me. I feel useless."

"Your sister must be head strong, a true Southern Belle."

"She's a lot more than head strong, and she bite your head off for saying she was a Southern Belle. She's a patriot." John said.

"How did you end up here?" I asked.

"Trying to escape the draft," he said. "We ran into a Rebel unit and had to take another route. We got lost and Alvis found us. I was lucky to be with Sean. Alvis thought I might be a spy, but Sean's Irish brogue was enough to convince him we were true Union men. They hate Irish Catholics."

"They feel the same way in Vermont." I said.

"War changes everything. You don't care who men are, only what they can do. A man is a man." John said. We agreed on that. I told him about my day with Wally.

"I led a very proper life in Richmond. I had no idea someone like Wally existed," John said. "Now that I know him and him and his family, I admit, I like them. It's a different world. I'm married back in Richmond. I've been shocked at how much I've enjoyed it."

"Not like your wife?"

"Not even close. She is much more proper than I." he said, "Enough talk, lets go to the pool and relax." That took my fancy, so we went deeper into the cave to the thermal pool. It was dark, but John knew the way. When we got there, the pool chamber was illuminated by a single candle.

We stripped naked and got into the pool of warm water. There were several other men in the room, but it was too dark to see who they were. They were talking, but in very low tones, so I couldn't identify their voices.

I am shy, but the darkness and the stimulation of the afternoon with Wally gave me nerve. I reached out to touch John's cock. It was all ready hard. "You can read my mind," he said. He played with my balls.

"I'm afraid I'm going to shoot at any moment," I said. "Wally got me ripe."

John chuckled. "I know what you mean. He taught you his way to stay awake?"

"You know about that?"

"I offered to help him get a patent for it!" John replied. "I love to suck cock, but don't like the taste of man seed much."

"I would be glad to help you out," a man with a strong German accent said. "I love man milk."

"Bobby, Gus is right about that," John said. "Gus was the Editor of the Staunton newspaper, but he must have been a dairy farmer in an earlier life. He knows how to milk a cock." I got out of the water and sat on a rock on the edge of the pool.

Gus swallowed my entire cock and I shot off as I expected. Gus wasn't done with me. He continued to suck. I continued to talk with John and later Alvis joined us. It was odd to have a normal conversation with men while another sucked me. They knew Gus and his tastes and didn't seem to notice, or care.

In the course of the next hour or so as Gus sucked, I had two more orgasms. Each was as good as the first, if not better. I fell asleep.