Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2013 03:09:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Polar Lodge 4

Polar Lodge 4
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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To say the massages were good understated the case. It wasn't a case of
let's pretend it's a massage and get on to the happy ending.  It was a real
massage, very relaxing and pleasurable. Ram took the lead and told me he
like Indian tantric techniques. His objective was continuous sexual
stimulation, rather that achieving an orgasm.

While Ram took the lead, Titus was involved too.  Titus wasn't into the
slow and gradual approach to anything, but he was a good sport and he was
interested in any activity that could be vaguely related to sex. I was
interested in all things sexual too, but while Titus was bold and direct, I
was timid and uneasy.

Ram talked as he massaged. He first worked on Titus. He converted Titus to
his approach and the big black man fell asleep. Ram then turned his
attention to me. He explained that most modern people tended to think of
themselves as a collection of parts, some of which were better than
others. "Some focus on their musculature, or intellect," he said. "For
centuries those with intellects looked down on mere physical aspects of
life. That might be due to intellectual and philosophical theories, or to
religious inclinations."

"For many Christians the body was prone to evil and the objective was to
have a pure mind," he continued. "I think we must consider man as a single
organism made up of many elements, intellectual, spiritual and
physical. When you focus on one aspect of the organism, you short change
the others.  Thus you diminish your true humanity by this single minded
focus."

"I want you to open yourself to the possibilities.  There are no bad or
good parts of your body or mind. The physical and spiritual aspects of life
are equally important. In your culture sex is a dirty or forbidden part of
life, and abstinence is highly regarded. Some regard beauty and pleasure as
unworthy and regard rejecting pleasure as admirable. That is a perversion,
as is living only for pleasure and self-gratification," Ram said.

"One of the best things about sex is that mutual pleasure is the ideal. We
all know that while masturbation is enjoyable, it doesn't approach the
sexual heights of intercourse. It seems to me that when a wealthy man
shares his riches he is happier than the man who hoards. A man who collects
art wants to share the joy, not lock the works away." As he talked he oiled
and massaged my body and I felt tension draining from my body.

I relaxed as he talked. "There are many people who hoard and are
self-centered. You may have noticed that most hoarders live alone.  I never
thought of them as happy people. Being buried in a gold coffin doesn't make
death less final. Sex is a special situation since you penetrate your
partner's body to create the ecstasy," he said.  I was almost asleep by
then. I think I may had dozed off. I had a beautiful dream. Oddly, when I
undulated my hips the dream intensified. It took me a little while to
understand that Ram's very erect cock was deep in my ass and was generating
this intense pleasure. Technically I was fucked, but that wasn't the way it
seemed to me. I woke from my reverie and moaned.

"You are happy?" Ram asked as he slowly pulsed his cock.

"Oh yes," I replied.

"I should have the mind control to do this for hours, but I can't always
control myself," he said. "Would it bother you to have my man seed in you?"

"I think I would like that," I replied. His pulses became deeper and
faster. I felt a tickling sensation in my rectum. That was shocking and
intensely pleasurable. He pulled out.

"Titus wants to massage you," Ram said.

"He's so big!" I said.

"You are very open; you will enjoy it," Ram replied.

He and Titus rolled me over on my back and Titus lifted my legs to his
shoulders. His knob was at my hole.

"Don't worry, Steve," Titus said. "I'm really careful and everyone comes
back for more."  He pushed and his cock head slipped into my ass. It was
hard to believe, but I didn't need to worry. His bloated knob seemed to
caress my sphincter. He continued to push until I was filled. Ram was
right; I was open and receptive.

I think Ram's cock was almost as long as Titus' organ.  His head was the
same size. However, the black man's shaft was a wide as his head, and it
was as if a log was in my ass.  My hole was stretched as much as it could
be, but when I tried to move my ass, waves in indescribable pleasure swept
over me. It had felt that way when Ram's knob rubbed my prostate. With
Titus's thick shaft the pressure on the small gland was continuous and
almost unbearably pleasurable.

For the first time in my life I couldn't think or understand; I could only
feel. I would have been unconscious except for the continuous waves of
sexual ecstasy that swept over me. I was his sex toy. I was merely an
extension of his massive cock.

Looking back on that experience, I realized that I had never lost myself in
sexual pleasure before. Sex was good and each new experience at the Lodge
was better than the one before, I had no idea it could be so total, so
complete. Titus and I had become one. The feeling only lasted as long as he
was in my ass, but it was a spectacular feeling.

Two weeks earlier I wouldn't have believed these feelings were possible.
If I had thought they existed, I would have thought they were demeaning and
humiliating. Titus's cock had transformed me from being an independent,
adult man in to a sex toy for a man I barely knew.

After a while, Titus pulled out. He must have realized I needed to rest. I
felt a tremendous sense of relief as my sphincter returned to its normal
size. For a minute or two I felt good, but then I began to feel empty. I
was in my side and Ram nosed his cock into my recently vacated rectum.

"I think our friend needs a soft landing," he said to Titus.

"Don't get too soft," I said.  I was shocked at my directness. It was hard
to believe I said that.

"That will not be a problem for me," Ram said.  "I suspect it would be even
less of a problem for Titus." He paused. "Titus, I recommended taking it
easy and slow. How was it?"

"I hate to say it, but it was real good," Titus replied. "I usually like to
pound like a wild man, this was beautiful. It was difficult to hold back."

"You should try to keep it slow and let it build up to an orgasm," Ram
said. "That can be good too."

"When I shoot I make a huge mess. I don't know if Larry is ready for
that. He's not my usual playmate.  Most guys I fuck are wrestling fans and
intensely excited.  They are fans or they are white boys taking a trip to
the wild side and they want some black, joy juice tickling their insides,"
Titus said. "At one time I thought that was exclusively a white girl thing.
They could drive their momma or poppa crazy by telling them that her cunt
was filled a black guy's baby making cream. I remember when I first got
into man sex. I loved it, but I couldn't admit just how much I loved it for
a long while. White guys pretended it was some sort of an initiation, or a
test of manhood.  We were all fooling ourselves. I tip-toed my way into
real man sex."

"Larry can tell you when he's had enough," Ram said.  "Slip it in slowly
and keep it slow." He pulled out.

I was a little tired but I shifted my legs to make it easier to get to my
ass.  Titus interpreted that as an invitation. Quite frankly I'm not sure I
could have admitted to myself that I wanted to be fucked again. His cock
seemed much bigger this time, but it also was more exciting. I had thought
of it as an experiment before, like one of those odd Zen exercises. This
was clearly sexual. As his monster went deep he moaned. I wasn't the only
one to be feeling intense sexual pleasure.

When Titus said he had enjoyed it, I felt differently about him. I wouldn't
have minded some real pounding. I did rotate my ass and shift my legs again
to maneuver his cock into a better position for me. I didn't think he would
notice, but he did. He began to concentrate on the good spots. I was tired
and the slow and rhythmic movements of his cock had an almost hypnotic
effect on me. I dreamed of his warm man cream flooding my ass. When Titus
pulled out his semen began to drool from my ass.  In my dream Jim was
nearby and he used his huge organ to force the sperm back into my hole.

It was very realistic even though I knew it was a dream. When Jim shot off,
Ron replaced him. Eventually every man at the lodge took a turn. I was
afraid there wasn't enough room in my ass for all the sperm, but it wasn't
a problem. It seemed that being gang banged by every man at the lodge was
the most natural thing in the world.

Titus moaned again. "Oh baby, oh baby, this is good!" I felt the first
volley of his orgasm tickling in my ass. I had a moment of panic as I
realized a black man was shooting in me.  I didn't realize I had racial
fears like that. The second ejaculation was stronger than the first and the
third was still stronger. By then I was shooting off and my fears had
turned into intense pleasure. His spurts and my spasms merged to form a
massive joint orgasm.

When it was over I tried to keep his cock in me. I wanted to milk every
last drop.  Of course I couldn't hold his cock in my cum-filled ass.  When
Titus pulled out, Ram returned his rock hard cock to my quivering ass for a
third time.

This time there was nothing casual about him. He fucked me hard and
strong. A few minutes later his sperm joined Titus's cream.

I should have been disgusted at my complete surrender to my sexual
impulses, or more correctly I had surrendered to Titus and Rams sexual
needs. I felt good. I hadn't realized that I could let my preconceptions go
and just go with the flow. Yes, I had let two men use me for their sexual
pleasure, but my balls were completely drained too. I was pleased that I
could satisfy them.

I fell asleep and woke refreshed.  I don't know if I'm just a bad judge of
situations, but I assumed the new day would be a bit uneasy with new men
and new guides. During the night Jim had introduced Woody to his prostate
and Karl had experienced sex with Rocky and Anthony. Karl had never had a
sexual experience with a man that lasted for more than fifteen
minutes. During the night both men discovered the world wasn't black and
white, but in color and cinemascope.

It's not every day that middle-aged men discover an entirely new approach
to sex, and in Woody and my cases, a new sex organ hidden in our asses.  We
all had been through years of famine and now found ourselves at a
banquet. When I came to the lodge, I had no idea what it would be like
being fucked.  I suspected Woody had even less idea.

It was an unusually warm day for the mountains and after breakfast we
gravitated to the pool. Ram and Titus weren't shy at all. After fifty years
of waiting Woody and Karl were not interested in taking it slow either.
They had to catch up on a lot of loving.

I overheard Karl talking with Rocky. Karl said, "Last night was beautiful."

"It was good," Rocky replied.  "You know I have a partner, Gerald. We have
an open relationship, but I don't want to give you the wrong idea. Look
around.  Everyone here is into it big time. Spread your wings, enjoy them."

"What if they say no?" Karl asked.

Rocky smiled. "Well, that might happen, but I never seen it happen yet," he
said.  "This is a sex camp for over sexed men. If you feel horny, fondle a
cock, or bend over and show your hole. Someone will fill it. We're all here
for fun." He paused. "I assume you noticed last night, a little fun can
turn into a lot more than that if you are lucky."

"Does that happen often?" Karl asked.

"For me it happens often enough," Rocky replied. "Sometimes you find you
are sexually compatible, other times you or your playmate just hit the
right spot." As they chatted, Anthony and Ram joined them.  I knew that was
going to turn out well.

I was near Woody and we talked. "I take it that you had a good time?" I
asked.

"It was so good, I'm almost embarrassed.  I didn't know you could feel
those things," he replied. He leaned closer to me. "Actually I'm
embarrassed I liked it so much, and can't believe I let him do those things
to me. You saw him in me."

"Woody, I saw you and you looked good and happy too," I said. "I had never
been naked outdoors before I came here. I sort of knew someone might suck a
cock.  I didn't know if could do it. I didn't know a guy could shove his
cock up my ass and send me to the moon."

"They did that to you too?"

"The sure did and I loved it," I replied. "Last night was the first time
I've been fucked. I hadn't guessed it would be that good. I liked having
Ram and Titus in me enjoying themselves. It may have been undignified, but
I didn't care."

Jim was in a lounge chair talking with Anthony and Karl.  Karl got down and
began to suck Jim's organ. Ron joined the group. When Karl came up for air,
Jim's cock was impressively on display. Anthony straddled it and began to
sit back. As the cock eased into his ass, Anthony's cock grew. Ron and Karl
continued chatting and Ron helped to stabilize Anthony as he impaled
himself. This both shocked and excited me. Anthony was new to the Lodge and
I knew he was shy. He wasn't just taking the cock, he was working it.

Titus came over to Woody and me.

"You boys have that needy look," he said. "I was hoping I could be
helpful."

"You are too big to help me," Woody said.

"Larry here thought I was too big too, but it wasn't a problem," Titus
said. As we talked, Rocky came over to join in. I should have guessed that
he was into wrestling. It was more correct to say he was into wrestlers. He
was trying to play it cool, but Titus knew all the danger signs. Rocky was
into the macho-biker look.

I thought Titus would play hard to get. He told me he had a lot of
experience with white boys who wanted it in the ass. Under the scary
exterior Titus was a nice guy and he liked his fans. Titus was over sexed
too and was pretty much ready willing and able 24/7.

Rocky was a big, solid man, but he looked small compared to Titus.

"You are bigger in real life that you are in the television," Rocky
said. He looked down at Titus' cock. His cock was almost always
semi-erect. "All of you is bigger."

"You have nothing to be ashamed about yourself," Titus said.

Woody looked diminutive next to the wrestler. "I'm a shrimp."

Titus looked at him. "You have good balls. I'll bet you shoot one hell of a
load," he said.

"It's really messy," Woody said.

"There is no such thing as a messy orgasm," Rocky said. "I like it straight
from the spigot so nothing escapes."

"Nothing escapes from the ass either," Titus said. "I usually leave it deep
in a place that has never been touched by a cock before. Sometimes it's so
deep I start messing with their brains."

"Is that good for you?" I asked.

"My cock feels the same, but it is a turn on to watch a guy lose it and
become my cock slave," Titus said.

"I don't know if I would like that," Woody said. "Have you ever lost it?"

"Once or twice," Titus admitted. "I don't mind being naked. But once and
while I get into it big time.  I was with a couple of wrestling pals. I was
plowing Frankie, when his pal nosed his dong into my rear door.  I don't
like being fucked, but this really hit the spot. Every time I pulled out of
Frankie, Buddy pushed in. We were like pistons in an engine. Eventually
Buddy and I shot off and damn if I didn't suck on Frankie as Buddy ate his
cream from my ass. A little later I fucked Buddy and then ate him out."

"Were you embarrassed you did that stuff?" Woody asked.

"Yes, I lost it.  I like to remain in control," Titus replied. "But let me
tell you, I remember it and sometimes I still can feel Buddy's tongue in my
ass, licking up his spooge."

As he talked we all got hard and motioned for me to get on my hands and
knees. "Spread your legs wide," he said. "I want to go deep and I want you
open!" My ass was cream filled from the night before and he was oozing pre
cum.

Everyone was watching. I would have thought that would embarrass me, but it
seemed to turn the guys on and they were impressed I could take the huge
organ, especially Woody and Anthony. Titus was waxing poetical about how
good a well-used ass felt and how much he liked sloppy seconds. I felt his
cock twitch a few times and I knew he was enjoying it. "Damn, I'm fucking
close," Anthony said.  "That looks hot!"

Titus pulled out. "If you're close shoot it in Larry!" he said.

"Would he mind?" Anthony asked. A second later he was in me.

Anthony was well equipped, but it seemed small compared to Titus' monster,
my ass closed on Anthony's cock. Unconsciously, I clamped my sphincter
tight and rotated my ass. I would have thought that Anthony's organ would
have felt like the second place prize, but I felt incredibly close to him
and wanted to please him. He was very excited but it took five or six
wonderful minutes before he shot off.  I could feel every spurt.

When he pulled out, Rod took a turn. I looked at the audience.  There was
no one watching me. They were occupied with their own games.