Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 04:53:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Alcazar 11

Alcazar 11

By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.com or
bldhrymn@aol.com

This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site
by accident who is not expecting to find gay stories.  No effort at
realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. This story follows on
from Snow on the Mountain, Preaching from the Choir, and White Tail Lodge.
Some of the characters from Play Pen and Uncle Jake will also join in. If
you have any comments, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com or at
bldhrymn@excite.com.



I was in the steam room with Clyde and Ali when the door opened again.

"Who's there?" Clyde asked.

"Herb. Can I join you?"

"Sure. Make yourself at home." Clyde said. "This was like old times at
Uncle Jake's house, wasn't it?" Herb sat next to us.

"It brought back memories." Herb said. "Ali, did you ever meet Uncle Jake?"

"Was he the old friend you had in the mountains?" Ali asked.

"That's him. Clyde and Wilbur spent a summer with him, and Jake taught them
all his skills." Herb said. "It didn't take much training. Clyde is a born
cock sucker." Clyde looked up from Ali's cock, said "Thanks for the
testimonial." And he went back to work. Ali laughed.

"I can testify to that!" He said.  "He's just a bit over zealous. I want
him to cock it, not shoot it!"

"He's the wrong boy for that." Herb said. "He a cum hound.  You'd better
let him come over to me. I'd like to be cocked and have him pull the
trigger."

"Do you mind?" Ali asked.

"Shit no." Clyde said. "Herb has the first cock I ever sucked that wasn't
hanging from a relative's crotch." Clyde transferred his attentions. Ali
looked at me and smiled.

"Are you a wrestling fan?" He asked.

"Afraid not. It was fun to watch, but I never got involved." I said. "I'm
afraid I hadn't heard of you before today." Ali leaned over and whispered
to me.

"I'd like to have some quiet time with someone tonight." He said. "Manny's
been fucked too many times tonight to want to play. Would you mind?"

"Wouldn't mind at all." I said. "I'm a bottom, I hope that isn't a
problem?" He looked at me with an odd look, then smiled.

"You're joking, right?" I smiled back. He motioned for me to go to the
other side of the room, away from Clyde and Herb. I sat back on the marble
bench of the steam room and Ali engulfed my cock. He was a good cock
sucker. Surprisingly tender, his tongue lightly and delicately probed every
inch of my cock. He then moved to my balls and eventually ass. He rose,
picked me up and put me down on the bench.

His cock was at my spit lubricated hole and poked in. It was an odd
feeling. He didn't fuck me.  He just shoved his cock in my ass. I felt a
tremendously warm feeling as his huge member occupied my entire chute.

"Damn that's good!" Ali said. "Smooth as silk, hot and tight. You took that
well. You're not an ass virgin?" I laughed.

"Afraid not."

"I like an experienced man. You can get down to business without the
preliminaries.  Do you mind if I just take it slow?" He asked. "I can fuck
hard if you want, but it's so good in there. I want it to last a while." I
shivered a bit as my ass became accustomed to the rock hard shaft.

When I said he didn't fuck me, that feeling didn't last for long. I
shivered and twitched as the magnitude of his meat became clearer. There
wasn't enough room for my prostate and his cock, it was squeezed and I had
a strong sense that his cock was in direct contact with mine. He pumped
slowly and that was as much as I could take.

He tried out different positions to see which worked better for him and
me. Doggy style was too intense.  I was ready to shoot when he realized and
pulled out. "We can do that later if you want." He said.  "I want a long
session." He sat down and sat me on his pole. I was facing him with my legs
on the steam room's marble bench. He held me in place so I didn't fall
backwards. I'm a good 200 pounds and he lifted me like a baby.  It was
almost as if he were jerking himself off, using my ass rather than his
hand.

I was twitching and contracting my chute.  "That's it, baby." He said.
"You're doing it just right. You've got a great ass." Ali was enjoying
himself, but he was interested in me.  When I was firmly skewered on his
dick he would feel my head and make sure I was still hard and oozing.

After about twenty minutes I was worn out, I didn't think I could take it
any more. My ass was stretched wide and tender. He put my legs on his
shoulders and stood up. He held my arms, but my main support was his cock
in my ass. I was afraid he might drop me, but he lowered me on the bench.

He immediately pulled out, flipped me over, and did me doggy style a second
time. It was as if there was a sex bomb detonated in my ass. I exploded in
sexual pleasure. I spurted cum all over the room and could barely
breathe. I must have passed out for a while.  When I came back to earth,
Ali was still pumping away. I squeezed my ass.

"Damn!  That did it!" He said. I could feel him bucking as he shot his
load. When he was done, he laid next to me still. "Can I just leave it
there until it gets soft?" He asked.

"Sure." I said. "It still feels great."  I could sense him relaxing as the
last of his juice oozed from his cock into my ass. I had no idea how long
we had been at it, but Ali must have been into marathons. He finally pulled
out and we went to the shower room to clean up. Ali and I went to my
room. Bobby and Bubba had left so we got in bed and fell asleep. I woke
when the sun came up, dressed and went home. I didn't wake Ali. He was dead
to the world.  I got to work and immediately became immersed in the day to
day problems of a modern architectural practice. The wrestling evening at
the Alcazar vanished from my mind.

Bill returned home Thursday night. The situation with his sister was
deteriorating. She had stopped responding to therapy.  He didn't have much
confidence in her doctors. I said I would make some calls to a medical
friend and see if there was any specialist in Richmond who could
help. Richmond has a major medical center, but I was never sick and didn't
do medical buildings or hospitals, so I was out of the loop.

I called Eduardo the next day and he said he would get the information I
wanted. He called back that night. My association with doctors was rare,
and I had thought that long stints in a waiting room were part of the
routine. It turns out that if you are a generous multimillionaire, such as
Eduardo, there was no waiting at all. Bill was to call, Eduardo's friend,
Ed Elias, that night at home.

Bill and Dr. Elias were on the phone for an hour. I could see Bill relaxing
as he described the situation to the doctor and the doctor responded with
the right questions.

"That man knows it all." Bill said after he got off the phone. He was
obviously relieved.

"It's time for Helen to get to Richmond." I said.  Bill called Helen and
she arrived Sunday night. I had never met her before, Bill had warned me
that she looked terrible. She had been attractive, and was ravaged by
illness, but was cheerful and pleasant. You never know if unorthodox living
arrangements will offend someone, but she seemed to know that we were
friends and left it at that. Like her brother she didn't want to be a
bother and insisted that, after the first day of examinations and tests, he
go to work and let her deal with the doctors.

She had a full day at the medical center on Monday. Dr. Elias immediately
had rapport with Helen and Bill and it developed into a comfortable
relationship. Elias was brilliant, and associated with doctors of the same
sort.

They returned to the house that night and told me of the day's
activities. They felt good about it. A neighbor who had heard of Helen's
situation came by and said she could check in on Helen when we were at
work. Margot Potter was an overactive club woman of the old sort.  She had
married well, had never worked, and had a cook and a gardener.  Her
children were gone and her husband was retired and played golf.  She had
time on her hands. Much to my surprise, Margot and Helen became best
friends, almost over night.

Bill and Helen had a meeting with doctors on Friday. The prognosis was
poor. The disease was well advanced and the conventional treatments had not
worked. They had an experiential treatment that was both radical and
difficult. It was available only in Richmond.

I had expected that Helen would be despondent about this, but she seemed
fine.

"I'm not a fool. I knew things weren't going well, and this is definite at
least." She said. "I don't know if I am willing to go through their
experimental treatment." The door bell rang. It was Margot.

"I know this is a family meeting. But I can't sit home." Margot said,
genuinely apologetic. Bill gave her the rundown.

"Less than a 50 percent chance of it working doesn't seem like that good of
odds to me." Helen said.

"It's better than no chance." Bill said.

"I know Elias and Bachman." Margot said. "If they mentioned the treatment,
they have a strong feeling that it will work. They aren't wild and crazy
guys. They would never raise your hopes if they thought it was in vain."

"Do you think so?" Helen asked. "It seems so long. Six months of outpatient
treatment, sick most of the time." She paused. "But, I guess I'm sick all
of the time now." She smiled.

"You're fifty now. You've got twenty or thirty good years ahead of you."
Bill said.

"I can't impose on you all." Helen said. At that point everyone cut her
off.  She started therapy on Monday.  We all knew how difficult the next
few month would be, but Helen was as easy to deal with as a person with a
near fatal disease could be. Margot turned out to be a Godsend. She seemed
to have boundless energy and an unending supply of friends who were willing
to help.

They taught Helen how to play bridge, arrange flowers and not fall asleep
at ladies club meetings. Margot seemed to know when Helen needed to rest
and when she needed a boost. While Helen didn't impose, having Margot or
other friends in the house transformed my social life.  Bill and I had gone
to the Alcazar every week or two before Helen's arrival. I found myself
dropping in with much greater regularity.

Bill did the same. At first he tried to stay with his sister all the time,
but they both got on each other's nerves. After three weeks there were
small indications that the treatment was working, and he could relax. Bill
and I would go to the Alcazar for a couple of hours every few nights giving
her some time to be alone, and us some time to be together. It was a good
arrangement.

Wednesday nights were the best nights for us to get out. It also turned out
to be a good night for a number of guys.  Wally had decided to have choir
practice at 5:30 in the afternoon so that the choir could meet at the
downtown church before going ho me from work.  Practice was over by
7:30. It was also Catfish's day off at the prison, so he and some of his
friends would often drive to Richmond for an evenings relaxation.  It was a
big night for the little restaurant, so Chucky and Ken were usually
there. Eduardo, Roger and Magnus were also regulars.

Some of this was not by accident. Where Catfish was, you would usually find
Eduardo, and I noticed that Chucky seemed to appear when Bill was
there. Eduardo's weight loss and exercised programs continued to work. He
would never be thin, but he had turned beefy rather than flabby. Roger was
also looking better. He was beginning to look like a fifteen-year older
version of Bill.  Both were Kenny Rodgers types.

We got there at six, after work. Margot was taking Helen out to
dinner. Bruce was serving dinner, but Chucky showed up fifteen minutes
later. He sat down with us.

"Good to see you back." Chucky said. "How goes things with your sister?"

"Looking better than last month." Bill said. "Is this your night off?"

"My good day!" Chucky said. "This is the weekend from hell coming up. Two
weddings, an alumni banquet and a coming out party. All with demanding
clients. Ken is downright frazzled."

"Have you employed every out-of-work actor in the city?" I asked.

"Damn close." Chucky laughed. "We can't do temp staff.  Our clients are too
demanding. And a play is opening. It's a nightmare."

"A one man show, I hope?"  I asked.

"Fucking South Pacific!" Chucky growled. "There must be 45 people in the
chorus alone!" We all laughed. Roger came over.

"Can I join you?" He asked. We motion for him to sit. "This has been a
day. All meetings, no work. I need a drink."  At that moment Bruce arrived
at the table with a bottle of wine and four glasses. He served it.

"Cheers! And no shop talk!" Roger offered a toast.

"Cheers! And lots of sex!" Bill responded. "I've been a monk for too long."

"I'd be glad to help you with that." Chucky said.

"We call all help you with that!" A voice boomed out. It was Wally along
with Templeton and Larry returning from the choir practice. They sat at the
next table and we had a good dinner with pleasant conversation. Afterward
we broke up with some going to the exercise room and others to the pool.

I went to the pool and swam laps for a while. Roger and Larry were
there. Roger was a very competitive man, so we ended up in an informal race
to see who could complete 40 laps first. Larry won, but he was 40 pounds
lighter and fifteen years younger than I so I didn't feel too bad about
it. I hadn't been with Larry in several years, but I realized that he and
Roger were friends.

Larry was a very proper young businessman on his way up. Will told me that
Roger had poor taste in men.  Larry was a perfect match for him. He wasn't
after his money.  He was socially acceptable and good company. I remembered
that Larry and Magnus had gotten along well too. Larry must have been a
millionaire magnet.

I was a bit surprised when Roger sat next to me after the informal race and
began playing with my equipment. Larry remained in the pool.

"A nice, quiet, relaxed night, isn't it?" Roger said.

"Yes, but it looks like you're trying to make it less quiet." I said
smiling. He was getting hard.

"Is that a problem?" Roger asked. "I've been getting interested in topping,
been a bottom too long. Larry said you might be game."

"What brought on this change?"

"Would you believe Viagra?" He said. "I feel a little sheepish about it,
but Viagra seems to turn me into a top."

"When did you take it?" I asked. "An hour ago?"

"Bingo!" Roger said laughing. "You must be a mind reader."

"No. Cock watcher! I'm a confirmed observer of cock phenomena." I said. He
was fully hard now and looking much more impressive than I had ever seen
him before. He moved, lifted my legs and began rimming. I'm not usually
interested in rimming, but Roger was good.  Wether it was his tongue of his
bushy beard that excited me, I don't know, but I liked it. A few minutes
his cock followed the tongue.

It was pleasant and enjoyable and got more so when Larry joined us. He
sixty-nined me, and thus got a front row seat of Roger's cock in my ass. It
was a going to be a good night.