Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2000 00:39:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Alcazar 9

Alcazar 9

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 didn't know if he the event would be an athletic event or a sexual romp.
When I went to the locker room to change. There was a large beach towel for
each person. It had a small pocket sewn into it, containing container or
lubricant and bottle of poppers. I didn't know anything about wrestling,
but I certainly knew what to do with the lubricant, so I felt more at ease.

There were several guys changing there already. I saw Syd, the Assyrian
looking lawyer, Roger, the investor who looked a bit like Kenny Rodgers and
a thick set man I didn't recognize. He said hello to me and I realized it
was Eduardo, the fat man who had accompanied Magnus several months ago.

"I'm sorry, Eduardo, for not recognizing you." I said. "Looks like you've
been dieting. You look wonderful."  Eduardo wasn't thin, but he must have
been seventy pounds lighter, and he looked solid rather than fleshy. As his
body shrank, his cock grew. It was an oak tree cock, like Wally's. It was
thick but had a small head. Freed of the overhanging fat, it looked
downright respectable.

"Thank you." Eduardo said. "It's been a hard four months."

"It's been worth it!" I said. "How did you do it?"

"Working out rather than eating out!" He quipped. He dropped his
voice. "Catfish told me I needed to lose some weight so he could get to my
cock easier. I hate to recommend homosexual lust as a weight reduction
technique, but it works."

"I started with on of those funny fad diets, but I almost passed out while
exercising here." He continued. "Do you know Ed Elias?" I nodded. He was a
well-known physician. "He was here exercising and saw me almost pass
out. He got me on the right track. Kenny, the caterer, was also helped
revive me and got me a personal trainer."

"Well it worked!" I said.  "It must have been a hard three months."

"You don't turn a small software company into a three hundred
million-dollar corporation without some drive!" He said. Roger came over to
talk with us. Roger was a big man, solid, and it seemed that he was as big
as he had been the last time I saw him, but firmer looking. He also seemed
better hung.  I wondered if there was something in the locker room that
enhance the appearance of cocks.

"Have you met the guests of honor yet?" He asked. Like the men in the
dining room earlier that day, he was all but drooling.

"I had lunch with them." I said

"What are they like?"

"I've never seen them on the television, but they are spectacular in real
life." I said. "I don't think you'll be disappointed!"

We all went up to the exercise room.  The large towels gave the impression
that this was a toga party.  Bubba and Mike, the electricians had just
finished rearranging the lights so that they focused on mats in the middle
of the room. The edges of the room were dimly illuminated. Mats and benches
lined the space forming a continuous seating area. Skeeter was arranging
the mats.

Clyde and Wilbur were there with Jeff, Wally, the organist and
Templeton. Herb was with them, apparently reminiscing about old times.  I
saw that the prison and law enforcement were well represented by Catfish,
Ram and several men I didn't know. Catfish came over with the new men and
introduced them as Chuck, his room mate, Johnnie, who was a nurse at the
institution and Ed.

"Welcome to the Alcazar." I said. "You work at the prison?"

"We sure do." Ed said. He had a droopy handlebar mustache, three days of
beard and a hang dog look. "Catfish said this was a neat place. It's
beautiful.  You don't mind a couple of red necks joining in?"  I laughed.

"As a matter of fact, a few more red necks are just what we need!" I
said. Ed looked relieved.

"I feel a bit like a gate crasher." Ed said. "This place is a step up from
the shower room at the prison."  Sarge and Greg arrived with Charlie, the
warden and two other men I didn't recognize.  Ed had seen the former
governor and was uncomfortable.

"We have quite a variety of members here." I said. "But we all share one
common interest. I assume you share it too?"

"Don't worry!" Ed said, laughing. "Big time! The warden said I lack range
and breadth of experience, whatever that means. Catfish said this might
broaden my horizons!"

At this point, Jack, the interior decorator walked in and came over. Henry,
his lover, glanced at Catfish, and the two men separated and were soon in
an intense conversation.

"I wouldn't have guessed you were interested in wrestling!" I said to Jack.

"It takes me back to being a teenager." Jack said.  "Wrestling mags were
the only way you could respectably look at undressed men!"

"Those were the days." Ed said. "Sneaking peaks at the magazine rack at the
drug store!"

"Looking for the shadow on the trunks to show how big they were?" Jack
said.

"Damn! I thought I was the only guy in the world who did that!" Ed said
laughing. The two men could hardly have been more different. Jack was
elegantly draped in the towel and looked like he was ready for a soiree in
Ancient Rome. Ed's towel drooped showing off all of his pubic hair. It
seemed they had hit it off.

"I know. Looking back, those magazines were awfully dog eared for us to be
the only guys!" Jack said. Sarge came over and introduced me to his
friends, Bobby and BJ. Bobby was muscular, middle height and had a flat top
and small neat mustache. His neck and face were shaved emphasizing the
thick pelt on his chest. I was sure he was another alumnus of the police
academy. BJ was about thirty, very nervous and clearly uncomfortable.

Bobby saw Charlie and went off to speak with him.  "BJ here is one of
Greg's friends, Max." Sarge said. "He's a really nice boy. Once he gets
going, he's nice and playful."

"Well if you like to play, this is the place for you." I said.

"I'd appreciate it if you would introduce him to some of the boys." Sarge
said. "He's a bit shy." BJ had thinning straight blond hair, he was a bit
short and would have a weight problem if he wasn't careful as he got
older. We shook hands.

"We are a very affable group of men here." I said. "No one bites." Roger,
Eduardo, Will and Herb entered the room.

"BJ, good to see you here!" Roger said. BJ looked downright shocked. They
obviously knew each other in different circumstances. Roger didn't seem to
mind. "I didn't know you were a member of the fraternity. Come over and sit
with us."  The room was filling up. There was a good combination of men. I
knew 60 to 75 per cent of the men.

"It's nice to have some new meat in the room." Skeeter said. He must have
been reading my mind.

"Everyone seems to know enough guys to be comfortable. Are you a wrestling
fan?" I asked. There was a strong sense of tension and anticipation in the
room. Everyone knew there would be some wrestling and some sex, but no one
knew how much of what. Nor did they know how they would transition between
each, nor who would be involved.

"Stock car racing here." Skeeter said. "You never see those guys naked
though. I caught a glimpse of the wrestlers. They're huge!"  Charlie got up
and got everyone seated. I was with Ed, Skeeter and Jack.

"It's good to see you all here. This is a new event for us here, so we are
playing it by ear." Charlie said. "I want to introduce my old wrestling
coach, Herb. This event is in his honor." Herb got up. He looked dumpy at
lunch, but was better looking wrapped in his towel. He was in much better
shape than I had thought.

"We have several events planned for this evening." Herb said. "Most involve
former team members of mine and old friends. But the purpose of tonight is
to have fun, not display athletic prowess, so feel free to join in the
games. Now I have one warning. I have heard about this club and know this
may be a problem.  If you don't like nudity, you had better leave! There is
no dress code tonight!"  The audience roared with laughter.  "If you
thought this is a bible study group you are in the wrong room."

When the guys quieted down, Charlie introduced the first match. "We'll
start with a senior match up. Herb and Roger will do a wrestling
exhibition." Herb and Roger took of their towels and did an exhibition of
Olympic style wresting. Roger had toned up too, and they were remarkably
limber.  The match was very fast and Herb had little trouble pinning his
opponent. Roger was more than respectable, and I wondered if many of his
business associates could have visualized him nude wrestling.

"And for the second match of the night, let me introduce more special
guests of the Alcazar, straight from the professional ring, Ali Baba and
Mandelbaum!" Charlie's voice was drowned out by the applause.

The two giant men entered. The room appeared smaller with them in it. They
were spectacular. The towels they wore looked like they would rip apart if
they flexed a muscle. Ali raised his hand to quiet the crowd. "Thank you
guys.  We always appreciate our fans. If you calm down, we can get down to
wrestling!"

"We aren't going to do the television stuff here tonight. We're afraid we
might break your nice building here." The men laughed.  "You might think
that this is going to be boring, so to add some interest, Manny and I have
decided to provide some medals for the best wrestling of the evening!" Ali
paused. "Gold and silver!" There was polite applause.  "Actually, they
aren't metals.  They are rings." With this, they whipped off their towels
and stood nude in front of the men, each wearing only a cock ring, one
silver and one gold.

The men went crazy. Both men were partly erect, and their cocks glistened
in the light. Ali's cock was still hooded in his thick skin, but you could
see his head peaking out.  A bead of pre cum dripped from it connected to
the piss slit by a thin filament that shimmered in the light.  Mandelbaum
had the skin pulled back to fully expose his head.  It looked like it was
the size of an apricot.

Mandelbaum raised his arms and quieted the crowd. "Now boys!" He said. "As
coach said, Tonight is for fun, and Ali and I want to have as much fun as
you do!"  Someone in the group yelled, "I've died and gone to heaven!"
There was more laughter.

"Now you will note that we have the prizes with us, but we need to be very,
and I do mean very, relaxed to give them to the winners." Manny said. "Can
you help us out?"

They say that a good performance requires a good audience, and no one has
ever had a more receptive audience than the men in this room. Manny raised
his arms again to quiet the men. "Ali is going to be in the first match."
Ali stepped forward. "Now Ali, who do you want to wrestle with?" Ali walked
around the room looking at the men like a housewife selecting vegetables in
an open air market. He also made sure that each man got a good view of his
nude body and exposed cock.

He picked Catfish, the smallest man in the room. "Miss match" someone
yelled and there was general pandemonium.  Catfish was doing physique style
posing and performing to be up for the match. "Remember.  I'm small but
nimble!" He yelled.

Ali defended himself.  "That boy may be small but part of him is full
grown." He pulled off Catfish's towel and everyone could see the donkey
dong. It was a hit with the audience.

Ali and Manny had a conference, and Ali announced that he would select a
second man, and would wrestle two against one. This seemed to satisfy
everyone until he selected Chucky to be the partner. The red-haired caterer
was the second smallest man in the room. Ali still out weighed the two men
together.

The match proceeded and Ali pinned the two me in about thirty seconds. The
crowd groaned in disappointment.

"Rematch!" Catfish yelled. "We'll add a third!" Ali agreed and Catfish did
the housewife routine to select a third partner. He picked Johnny, the male
nurse form the prison and next smallest man in the room. The three men
huddled in the middle of the ring while Ali prowled the edges of the mats.
The three men had big cocks that appeared larger in comparison with their
diminutive bodies. Catfish had brown hair; Johnnie, blond; and Chucky,
red. All were hairy, thin and wiry and contrasted with Ali's glossy black
hair and chunky body.

Mandelbaum emerged from the locker room with a large bottle of
lubricant. He squirted some on Catfish, then coated the other men.

"Is this going to be a catch the greased pig contest?" Ali roared.

"More like catch the greased squirrels!" Someone yelled from the crowd. The
oiled up men looked more impressive and it seemed as if the trio might be
better matched against the Giant. Manny made sure the cocks were well oiled
too. The match resumed.

It was the Three Stooges meet Goliath. Ali couldn't get a grip on them, and
they couldn't get him. Chucky jumped on Ali's hairy back and slid off. The
view of the small red man slithering down Ali's back was a turn on for
me. I looked at the men and realized it was more of a turn on for
them. Having his cock slip down Ali's body had an effect on Chucky. Soon,
all were fully erect.

Up to this time, you had a sense that the event had been staged. It was not
staged anymore. Ali had told me that he liked red otters, and here he was
with Chucky. Catfish and Johnnie's attraction to Ali bordered on worship.
Sexual excitement is contagious. Most of the men in the audience were naked
now and most were erect. Ed and Jack were making out next to me. Skeeter
was at my cock, licking me erect.

In the ring Ali got on top of Johnny and his cock slipped deep into
Johnnie's ass.  I wasn't sure that he had planned to fuck him. It looked
more as if the hard cock might accidentally have impaled the blond.  The
sexual excitement in the room bumped up a notch as Ali and Johnnie got
hotter and hotter. After a second or two, there was no question that Johnny
was a bottom.

Ali was preoccupied by Johnnie and was spreading his legs open to increase
the pressure on Johnnie's prostate when Catfish saw an opportunity.  He
jumped Ali and sank his horse cock deep into Ali's ass.  Ali looked
surprised but didn't alter his screwing of Johnnie. "You fucking read my
mind!" Ali yelled.

Johnnie suddenly screamed and reared up, shooting cum all over the mat. I
cold believe that much cum could have been in on man. It looked like
gallons of white cream. Ali stood up, let Johnnie go and grabbed
Chucky. Ali had not cum yet.  Chucky didn't put up much fight and Ali had
him on the mat, spread eagled. Ali plunged his cock in the willing hole.
Catfish had been shaken off when Ali stood, but he resumed his fucking as
soon as Ali had changed partners.

I looked over at Ken to see if he had a problem watching his lover being
fucked on the mat. Ken watched while BJ sucked him. BJ had lost his
shyness. Ali made a strong thrust into Chucky's ass, Chucky moaned and Ken
popped. "Take it baby! Take it!" He cried. BJ apparently was a cum hound,
and took the whole load.

I looked back at Ali.  He and Chucky were kissing. I was sure the wrestler
was giving Chucky's prostate a cum bath. Catfish was still in Ali's ass but
looked very satisfied and relaxed. The almost violet sexual passion of the
match was replaced calm as the men drained their respective members.  Herb
sat next to me and Skeeter had transferred his attentions to him.

"I leak a lot."  Herb whispered. "I hope you don't mind."  Skeeter was a
cum house and I knew I had lost him to the coach's dripping cock for a
while at least.  I must have looked lost in the sea of men.  Kenny came
over to me with BJ.

"BJ wants a nice fuck!" He whispered. "Virgin!"

"Sarge said he was playful. I can't believe he skipped that part of his
education." I said.

"I have the bottom part down solid." BJ said sheepishly. "I've never
topped. Ken told me you might be able to help me out?" He was nervous and
uneasy again. His cock was rock hard and curved up and almost touched his
navel.

"Lie down." I told him. I had the bottle of lubricant in my pocket so I put
some on his cock, straddled him and then slid backwards. I could watch the
wrestling match and the action in the room this way. I looked down at BJ as
his cock slid into my chute. He seemed very young.  He had the look you get
when you've been unable to take a piss all day and you finally get a chance
to relieve yourself. Immense relief, both physically and sexually.

It turned out to be enjoyable for me too. His cock head missed my prostate,
it just nudged it, so that every time I moved I felt a burst of
excitement. I watched the wrestlers ease their way down for their high.
They didn't break apart immediately, but stayed in contact while the last
drops of cum were squeezed into their partner's ass. It was a mass of men,
muscle, hair and sperm in the middle of the room.

Everyone in the room seemed relaxed. Some had shot off, but most had just
calmed down. Most of the men there would have been satisfied just to see
Ali and Mandelbaum naked. They had seen them naked, erect and now realized
that the giants were sexual athletes. They liked man sex, a lot. There was
no shyness, no equivocation, no sign of being uncomfortably in
participating in raw and open sex. It was a wrestling fan's wet dream.

I was relishing the moment when I felt BJ twitch. I looked at him and he
looked scared. Bending over I kissed him. It was intended to be a brotherly
kiss, to let him know I didn't mind having him shoot a load in my ass. It
turned out to be more than that. I remembered Sarge's story about Greg
being starved for affection. BJ must have been in an emotional dessert and
he had just discovered an oasis. Kissing and cuddling is not normally my
thing, but I could feel BJ tense up with each ejaculation. The feelings
were intense and enjoyable.

"Thank you." He whispered. "I thought it would be dirty.  It was
beautiful!" I almost said that it was a nice ride, but I realized it was
much more important to him than to me.

"It was wonderful! " I said. "Just Great. And I just bet, it may be one of
those things you might try again!" He looked at me and smiled. He had made
the transition form man in heat to man in the locker room with the guys.

"I sure do, but not tonight." He said. I got off him. "I'm drained."

"Don't bet the farm on that!" I said. "Never short change your balls'
ability to make seed, and your cock's ability to rise to the occasion!"

"Refreshment time!" Ken yelled. "Break time. The night is young and we need
to keep our strength up."

Wine, beer, fruit, sandwiches and some small cakes appeared and were
eagerly eaten.  The food was refreshing and reinvigorating. It provided a
much needed recovery time, so we could get ready for the next event.