Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 14:05:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Alcazar 13

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.

Wally went to see Ed the next day. I didn't hear from him for a week. I
figured that was more than enough time to get test reports back so I called
his house and got only the answering machine. I called the church and they
said he had been sick and hadn't come in. That evening Bill and I drove to
Wally's house and knocked on the door.

No one answered so I was rude and continued to knock while Bill went around
to the back. The door opened and Wally let me in, Bill had found him on the
rear terrace overlooking the river.

"Tell us what's up!" I asked. I had never wanted to be a doctor, and my
bedside manner was poor.

"Prostate problems." Wally said.

"Cancer?"

"Yes."  Wally said. "Big problems." He paused. "I thought something was
wrong.  I shouldn't have ignored it. I was stupid." Bill interjected
himself. He had a better approach to illness than I.

"No use talking about anything in the past. It's over and done with. My
sister smoked. I'm 90% sure that's what caused the cancer, but that's over
and done. What's next?"

"I'm not sure. Dr. Elias gave me several options." Wally said. "My mother
died of cancer. It was awful." I am not prone to depression, and am
congenitally cheerful, but I recognized Wally's problem. He was scared and
alone. He had friends, and lots of them, but no immediate family left at
all. I didn't really know him that well, he was always cheerful and full of
fun, but I had no idea what went on in his head.

"Well you're lucky." Bill said. "Max and I have been dealing with cancer
for a year now, and we know a lot about it. Tell us what Ed said and let's
work this out." Bill always was a leader of men. He expected men to obey
him and most men did what he told then to do.  Wally was no exception.

"Max, you get us all a drink and Wally can talk." I went to the house and
made three stiff bourbons and waters and returned. Wally had visibly
relaxed. He needed to get it off his chest.  A half hour later it was clear
that surgery was all but required and radiation would be needed. The
disease was well advanced and might have spread. From Wally's description
the tumor was growing quickly, not taking the leisurely approach that was
typical of prostate cancer.

"I don't know. I may be impotent and incontinent. What will be left of me
after the operation? Your sister's been through hell." Wally said.

"Elias is one of the best doctors in the city and he has a vested interest
in your cock!" I said. "What will be will be, but you're young and strong,
you should have a good chance. Whatever happens won't effect your music."

"I don't mind a soft cock." Bill said laughing. "We can figure out
something to do with it. You were never a good bottom. Now you'll have a
good excuse." We continued talking and got him more directed. He agreed to
tell the church and let them know what was going on. He called the
minister.

Ten minutes later the minister arrived at the front door. Dr. Randall had
always seemed distant and abstract. This night, he was comforting,
knowledgeable and in control. Bill and I left, feeling that Wally was in
good hands.

When we got home, we told Helen about Wally. She had been sick as a dog for
month, but felt better now and was confident about the treatment. She
wanted to help if she could.

Wally was in the hospital a day later and Ed Elias operated. The operation
was a success, but it would be months before the impact of the operation
and the treatment would be known. Our friends helped, but the members of
Central Church were great. He had been organist for ten years and was a
part of the church family. I was a little worried that they wouldn't mix
well with some of his friends from the Alcazar.  There was no
problem. Wally's sexual preferences were water under the bridge. They all
knew, and wanted him recovered and to get well again.

Bill and I were mostly occupied by work and Helen's recovery so I couldn't
figure out how to work Wally into the schedule. Food, cleaning and laundry
are difficult for a single man in his position. The church took care of
that. When I visited him, he told me to look in the kitchen freezer. It was
filled with enough covered dishes to handle a church night dinner.  The
choir and the ladies of the church took care of most day to day things. We
would drop in several times a week to see how he was doing.

He became good friends with Helen. She had been through so much she had
become a treasure trove of helpful hints and useful advice. She had
definitely begun to improve and showed increasing signs of good health. She
wanted to get back to her own home as soon as possible. She was just as
independent as Bill and the doctors said that this willingness to fight and
be her own person was at the heart of her survival.

About six months later Ed Elias gave me a call at home. He told me that
Wally was negative for any signs that the cancer had spread. He was out of
the woods.

"That great! I sounded like it was really serious when it was discovered."
I said.

"Well it was every bit as serious as it seemed." Ed said. "Thank God for
modern therapies."

"Thank God for gifted doctors!" I said. "Let's not be falsely modest."

"I bask in the inward glow!" Ed said laughing. "But there is one aspect of
his recovery that is lagging. " He paused. "I think you could help him with
it."

"Being able to screw every man at the Alcazar at will?" I jokingly said.

"That's it!" Ed said. "I don't want to sound like it am a perfectionist,
but I took the prostate out, and I am sure I reconnected everything that
needed to be reattached. Now, I know that the smallest slip up can screw
things up. Wally hasn't returned to his old self."

"No erection?" I asked.

"No, nothing."  Ed said. "I think he's too scared to try. I'd bet my last
dollar that it isn't physical. That's not impossible, I admit, but I don't
think it's the problem here. I think it's the trauma of the operation and
the mental baggage that accompany it."

"You've talked to him about it?"

"Yes." Ed answered. "All my conversations have a clinical aspect. The
patient-doctor relationship is not often the best way to talk about sex. He
needs to get away from the hospital and doctors office environment and into
one that naturally is more open."

"The Alcazar." I suggested.

"Exactly." Ed said.  "But he looks different and I think he is
uncomfortable with the men he doesn't know well. He doesn't feel like he's
the same man he was before."

"I can ask him over." I said. "That's easy enough."

"I tried that." Ed said. "I think he needs an event that would force him to
go back. A party or something he would feel obligated to attend."

"Bill's birthday is coming up."  I said. "Bill has been a good friend, and
will be going to take his sister back home. He'll be gone for several
months. I've been thinking about a birthday bash. That might be enough to
get Wally out of his shell."

"It's worth a try." Ed said. I talked to Bill who was game. He suggested
that we get the men who spent the 4th of July weekend together with him
years before. They were old friends and playmates. Wally was comfortable
with them.

I made a few calls and everyone was game, so a week later we had an
impromptu pool party at the Alcazar.  As I had guessed, Wally was too
polite to refuse. Bill had been so helpful during his illness that Wally
had few options. The pool was nude, so that also got us closer to our
objective. Bill described that as therapeutic lust.

As men arrived, I noticed that everyone was getting older, but that this
hadn't changed their appeal. If you are a beach bunny, smooth, tanned and
toned, middle age can be a curse. The natural ageing process, getting
thicker and more solid, more grey or balding, is a problem.  I noticed
Mike, our electrician friend, was now in his mid forties, was a bit
heavier, hairier, with a white patch of hair in the middle of his chest and
a slight trace of a double chin. He wasn't boyish anymore, but he was more
masculine.

That was true of everyone. Age just made them more manly.  Larry was
balding, Templeton was turning grey. Bob's thick coat of hair was all
pepper and salt now. Clyde and Wilbur looked exactly the same.  I mentioned
that to them and Clyde said they hadn't changed much since they were
twenty.  "We got all our ageing done between twenty and twenty-five." He
said. "We finally look our age. Skeeter and Ronnie were little changed,
except for more white in their hair.

Wally was greatly changed. He had lost 30 pounds, his hair was growing back
after the treatment so he was covered with a short coat of dark hair. He
almost looked like a greyhound. His cock looked as if it had grown. It had
remained constant while he lost weight and appeared bigger.  He was soft,
but the weight of the balls and cock gave him low hangers.

The focus of the party was Bill, so Wally was on the opposite side of the
pool, which suited our purposes well. Bill was sitting on the side of the
pool receiving a birthday suck from the guests. In the corner, away from
the birthday boy Skeeter attached himself to Wally's cock and had a good
time.

I sat next to them. "Has Skeeter lost any of his skills?" I asked Wally.

"Not that I can tell," Wally said. He was smiling. "I told him it was a dry
well." Skeeter looked up.

"A guy has to do what a guy has to do!" He said in his thick Virginia
drawl. He returned to the cock immediately. Templeton joined us. I got in
the water and began sucking him.

"I had almost forgotten how friendly this group is." Wally said. I could
see that his cock was beginning to fill. I concentrated on Templeton. His
cock was big in proportion to his body.  His time with Bill had gotten him
well on his way. Bob swam up behind me and nudged his cock at my ass
hole. He lifted me up and slid his cock into my ass without effort.

For all practical purposes I was supported by cock. Templeton's in my mouth
and Bob's in my ass. My feet weren't touching the bottom of the pool. Bob
was usually a hard fucker, but the water slowed up his normal speed so it
became a slow motion screw. Bob typically was mechanical, a pile
driver. But he was varying his pattern this time and I had a hard time
catching my breath.

I was winded by the unexpected blows to my prostate.  I moaned when Bob
rammed me hard and Templeton filled my mouth with his cum. We were all
comfortable with each other by this time and Templeton let everyone in the
room know he was having an orgasm. Bob held my torso and lifted me off of
Templeton's spewing cock and then lowered me onto Wally's meat. Skeeter
took care of clean up on Templeton.

Wally had been at half staff when Skeeter finished with him.  My cum filled
mouth was just what the doctor ordered. Wally was genuinely excited and
became fully erect. Bob shot off next, giving my prostate a cum bath. Wally
was twitching. He had a dry orgasm, no cum, but lots of feeling. Wally was
back.

The party became downright festive at this point. Wally had been out of
commission for six months and had a lot of makeup work. The orgasm he had
with me didn't even begin to make up his deficit. He quickly went over to
Bill and gave his a birthday suck then moved on to Mike and Ronnie,
renewing old relationships.

"Feeling better?" I asked Wally.

"Shit! I didn't know if it would still work!" Wally said. "Everything but
the cream dispenser is working well!"

"It's the feelings that count." I said. "Th juice is just an added
attraction. Most guys won't take it. You remember the three great lies; the
check is in the mail, sure, I will respect you in the morning, and of
course I won't cum in your mouth?" Wally laughed.

"I never thought much of sperm until I stopped shooting it." Wally said. "I
didn't believe how turned on I was when I realized your mouth was filled
with Templeton's cum."  He touched my cock that was still dripping some,
and took some of the white ooze and spread it on his cock head. His cock
twitched. Clyde and Wilbur joined in our conversation.

"Lubricant seems to work best when it looks like cum, I think." Clyde
said. "Cum is the best lube produced, but it's hard to get enough to
replace the store-bought stuff."

"Have you ever tried it for fucking?"Wally asked, obviously intrigued.

"Only once. I won the lottery." Wilbur said. I noticed that Clyde and
Wilbur didn't always differentiate between each other in conversation. You
could ask Clyde a question and Wilbur would answer, and both seemed to
think that Clyde had responded.

"Is this something new?  I missed getting my tickets from the 7-11?" Bill
asked. He had been listening to our conversation. "I thought we had only
family men Governors?"

"Like Greg?" I asked. Greg was the former Governor who had become a regular
at the Alcazar. He was what I had described as a born again, right-wing cum
hound.

"It was an informal lottery." Clyde said laughingly. "I've told you about
our Uncle Jake?"

"In great and arousing detail!" Wally said.

"Well, we went back for Christmas several years after our summer
there."Wilbur said. "Jake had some friends who like to get together like us
here. We had almost the same conversation, about the quality of cum as a
lubricant. There were eight or nine of us so we decided to pool our
resources do an experiment."

"A sperm bank?" I asked.

"That's it. We were there for the weekend before Christmas and we saved all
the cum from the first night for use on the second." Clyde continued. "We
used a baggy in the refrigerator as a holder. We had a pharmacist in the
group who was really up on sperm preservation. I mean.  Really up. It must
have been an interest of his."

"Then we drew lots." Wilbur said. "Clyde won. He got to fuck using the man
juice lubricant."

"Who did you fuck?" Wally asked. "Did you keep it in the family?"

"You guys must be mind readers." Clyde said. "Uncle Jake was the
recipient. And everything I had suspected about cum was right. It was
great. Smooth as silk, slippery and stimulating."

"Did anyone else get to try it?" I asked. I had heard some of the Uncle
Jake stories before and knew that Clyde had a special affinity for his
Uncle's ass. He could have used kitty litter as a lubricant and Clyde would
have liked it.

"We dumped what was left into some eggnog and shared it." Wilbur said.

"Hot damn!" Skeeter exclaimed. "I should have been there. I'd be in
heaven."

"You never tried fucking with sperm again?" Wally asked.

"The logistics are complicated." Clyde replied. "We did a more informal
experiment later. Just Wilbur, me, Jake and Mike. Wilbur and Mike shot onto
Jake's cock. He smeared over his cock and he screwed me. It was good too."

"Better than before?" I asked.

"Well it was still warm from the balls, so it was fresh. The other had been
in the refrigerator and was only at room temperature.  But, there were only
two loads, and Jake was big. I think another load or two and it would have
been perfect." Clyde talked about it as if it were a scientific experiment
and he was trying to figure out the errors in the experiment's design.

"Am I the only one here turned on?" Wally asked. The whole group burst into
laughter. "I'll volunteer to top if anyone would like to bottom?"

"It's my birthday!" Bill said with a smile.

"I'll clean up anything that drips!" Skeeter said.

We gathered around Wally and helped each other shoot. Ronnie hadn't cum yet
and he shot first. It was a prize winner and Wally's cock turned rock hard
as the white ooze spurted over it. Mike and Larry also popped and soon
Wally's tree trunk looked like it had been frosted.  I guessed that
Templeton, Bob and I would be minor contributors after our earlier orgasms.

I hadn't figured on Skeeter working a finger into my ass and Bill pinching
my tits. I shot high, just below Wally's navel and it dripped down to his
cock.  By this time Wally's cock and balls were coated.

"Lube me up too!"  Bill said. HE got on his back and held up his legs
exposing his pink pucker. Templeton and Bob made bulls eye shoots at this
target. Everyone but Wally and Bill had shot off and I expected for the
mood to calm down. But we were all still turned on.

Wally approached Bill and toyed with the hole with is cock head. He would
catch dribbles of cum as they dripped with his head and smear them up to
the hole and poke them in.

Bill was rock hard. "Stop playing with the head!" He ordered. "Get the
trunk in!" This Wally did.

I will swear I have never seen a smoother entry. Clyde's smooth as silk,
slippery and stimulating comment jumped to mind. After a dozen thrusts Bill
popped and Skeeter made a remarkable mid air interception.  Templeton was
next to me, playing with my cock and I had a third orgasm.

The night was a success.