Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:37:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gladiator Charm School 7

Gladiator Charm School 7
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that, DON'T
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray
safe sex practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

It was a pleasant afternoon. I expected it to be difficult and anxiety
filled. All the men seemed to get along well in spite of their varied
social status. In theory, the mixture of farm workers, gladiators and
Patricians was poor and was bound to offend someone.

Everything was informal and pleasant. The patrician's need to have intense
sex seems to have overwhelmed their concern about status. I am not sure
there are patrician cocks or plebeian cocks. I also am not sure one can
possess a patrician asshole. The only limit was the ability of men to have
multiple orgasms. If anyone was squirting man seed, there were more than
enough men to take it in their mouths or asses.

This made the party quite neat until later in the event. Once a man's ass
held three or four men's seed, it began to drool. I provided oils for
lubrication, but this was no longer needed. Semen is a good lubricant.

Apuleius was on a bench with the Viking plowing his ass and Pilos feeding
the poet his cock. Man seed covered Apuleius' beard, but he was sucking the
dwarf's cock with abandon and obvious relish. I had heard the Viking's
bellows when he had climaxed earlier in other men.  He was still fully
erect and pounding like a mad man.

While the orgasm is the objective of sex, once one has climaxed several
times, it is harder to achieve. It takes far more stimulation to coax the
precious man seed from the balls. Many of my men were experienced enough to
appreciate the stimulation. For a man with a small hole being fucked buy a
big cock this was a problem.

Apuleius had no problem. His ass was open. "Use that ass to kiss my man
cock!" the Viking cried in his poor Latin.  As far as I could tell, the
poet's ass was open and dilated.  The Viking's fuck pole entered without
effort. The Viking, large, lavender knob glistened as it vanished into the
poet's ass.  It churned the mixture of lubricants, sperm and other manly
juices into a sexual soup.  When I looked closer, I saw Apuleius' ass lips
indeed tried to caress the Nordic cock. The Viking was a crude and
sometimes brutal man, but he clearly was feeling tender and almost loving.

Pilos had straddled Apuleius's head. With his short legs, this let the poet
take the dwarf's entire genitals in his mouth, balls and cock. Pilos began
to shiver and jerk as he unloaded. Apuleius was like a thirsty man in a
desert, he feverishly took Pilos' seed. When Pilos pulled off, the Donkey
came over.  He was carrying Hercules Minor.

"You look hungry!" the Donkey remarked. "My friend has an ass filled with
man seed. Why don't you help him out?"

"Whose is it?" Apuleius asked.

"Hercules is a popular man," the Donkey said. "The big men like him because
he's so tight. He had a mixture of Gladiator seed and some nice honest
farmers' man milk."  He sat Hercules on the poet's face, asshole to
mouth. Hercules bent forward and his ass opened. His hole was glistening
with opalescent goo. I was shocked. The poet's tongue touched the dwarf's
hole.

Apuleius looked as if he was eating caviar from a golden bowl, not sperm
from a hairy ass. Unexpectedly the Viking bent over and kissed the
diminutive Hercules.  The Viking continued to pound Apuleius' ass, but his
kiss wasn't casual. After the Viking finally ejaculated, I saw Hercules
easing his cock into the vacated hole.

After he deposited his orgasmic juices, Hercules sat on Apuleius' cock. I
was surprised the poet could retain an erection after the marathon sex of
the day. Hercules liked it. The Donkey was next and took his turn in the
poetical hole. The Donkey was a magician who used his cock as a magic wand
to give pleasure.

As the night wore on, Apuleius and his friends fell asleep. They were fully
sated. The ceremonies were over.  At dawn, they left the villa and returned
home.

My gladiators remained asleep, but the agricultural workers woke at their
normal hour. They went to the baths to clean up. I returned to the bath
after saying farewell to my guests. As I lay on a marble bench, the workers
gang fucked me.

That is too crude a word to explain what they did. Each man personally
thanked my prostate for the day of pleasure. The men were varied in age and
size.  Each took time to ease his organ into my ass and then used it to
caress the magic nut.  My ass was relaxed from the preceding day's use so
it was lovely. The men were relaxed too, but of course as they approached
the inevitable orgasm they became excited.  Each climaxed and bathed my ass
in soothing man seed.  The tension vanished as the released their seed.
They pulled out slowly and I felt disappointed when their cock heads popped
out of my well-used ass. I felt empty until the next man entered.
Afterward, they returned to the fields for the day's work.

I was exhausted, lying flat on the marble bench, with man seed drooling
from my ass. It was lovely.  I can never guess how men will react to an
exceptional situation. I would have thought the event might have reduced my
status with the men. It had the opposite effect.  I was the bringer of joy
to my men. The farmers had never been included in the sexual games of my
Gladiators. They seemed pleased and honored.

I saw the entire event as an odd religious cult with a peculiar sexual
obsession. My farmers' lives depended on fertility, and they saw nothing
odd or comic about the rites. It made sense to them.  They were pleased to
participate. Didimus was closer to the men than I was.  He told me they
considered me to be a newly plowed and seeded field. They saw my
enthusiastic response to their cocks was a clear indication of future
prosperity.  I slept for much of the next day and night and woke up feeling
happy and refreshed.

A week later Apollodorus wrote me a letter asked if he could visit with a
few, select friends. He said it would be an informal visit, that would need
no special preparations on my part. He did not mention a fee, but I knew he
was wealthy, prosperous and, more importantly, generous. I was not
concerned.

 Apollodorus arrived before the rest of his party. He was on foot, not
carried on a liter, so I knew he was with a group that wanted to avoid
display and notice. He came over to me in the atrium and greeted me
warmly. "It is so good to see you again!" he exclaimed. "It seems like an
eternity between my visits."

"I think it has been little more than a month," I said. "It is good to see
you again."

"I have a few friends following me," he said as he leaned close to
me. "They are inexperienced.  I was hoping you could expand their
horizons."

"How inexperienced is inexperienced?"

Apollodorus laughed. "You never know do you? It seems to me that men either
grossly inflate their sexual experience, or they understate it," he
replied. "I suspect the later in this group. They are members of some cult
that believes in chastity above all other virtues."

"And they are friends of yours?" I asked in mock amazement.

Apollodorus had a sense of humor. He smiled. "My new friends are handsome,
but not worldly. I was hoping some of your men could ease them into a
pleasurable situation," he explained. "I had a conversation with one of the
men about their sexual beliefs.  The cult is opposed to sex, and these men
are true believers. They say they have never experienced sexual
satisfaction. I think they would enjoy a sensual experience with men who
are relaxed and pleasant."

"How did you talk them into coming here?" I asked. "It seems to me we could
hardly be a more inappropriate place."

"I discovered their cults strictures against sexual activity focused
exclusively on women," Apollodorus said. "We Greeks are great
philosophers. I said sex existed for reproduction and making heirs. Since
one couldn't do this with other men, therefore activities with other men
could not be sex. They weren't sure about my logic, but I am a convincing
man. I then suggested that they might be able to preach on the subject of
chastity and abstinence if they had a inkling of the allures of sex."

"Your arguments were successful apparently?"

"I suggested that male play was but a poor reflection of sex with women."



"Am I assuming you want something enjoyable, but not wild?"

Apollodorus nodded. I glanced over at Didimus who was standing in a dark
corner of the atrium. He smiled at me. I could always count on him; he had
some men well suited for our visitors.

By the time our visitors arrived, the sun had warmed the day.  There were
three men, Sergius, Bacchus and Ambrosias. Sergius and Bacchus were
handsome and I suspected they were military men. Ambrosias appeared to be a
scholar. He seemed to be shy and uneasy.

Apollodorus played the role of the host. He was as always out going and
cordial. My servants dressed in ordinary clothes, with none of the exotica
typical of my gladiatorial events. As was normal after a long trip, we took
the men to my baths to clean up the dust of travel.

My friend the Corsican Cheetah and the Donkey joined us in the baths.  The
were with Pilos, Midas, and the general's son.  By now, my men call the
young man Germanicus. Unexpectedly two young farmers, Primus and Julian,
joined us. They were big, good-looking men who put on no airs. Their man
parts were impressive too, meaty and thick. They were not the cocks I would
have picked for inexperienced men such as our guests, but Didimus was
perceptive and he must have understood something I missed.

Didimus served wine and fruit to all. The wine was very good and the fruit
freshly harvested from my gardens. In the relaxing atmosphere of the baths,
it became an informal party. I was pleased with my cooks and with Didimus'
planning. Nothing seemed overly fancy or elaborate, but everything was
special in some way.

The two dwarfs were older men, but very cheerful and not shy at all. They
were humorous and overtly sexual in their comments, but the guests seemed
to like that. I think of sex as a recreational activity as do most
upper-class Romans. While plebs may couple with persons they are attracted
to and even marry these persons, upper-class marriages are undertaken for
financial or status reasons.  One marries to increase your wealth or
potential for wealth, or to create alliances with other families who can
help your own clan.

For sexual release, you generally use a servant, slave or you buy it in the
brothels. Naturally, Romans frown upon forming emotional attachments on
persons of lower rank or wealth. Such attachments can be disastrous. In the
same way, to fall in love with a woman in a rival clan was a problem.

As I watched Sergius and Bacchus, I soon realized they were not friends;
they were in love. I wasn't sure how to handle the problem. It seemed to be
that affection complicated the situation. Generally, it is much easier to
deal with lust.  One merely had to screw a slave.  My parties were popular
because they provided sexual release without complications. While many of
my guests were attracted to Gladiators, they certainly felt no emotional
connection. That was all but impossible.

Midas and Pilos put on a comical display. It began as a lover's
quarrel. These were typical theatrical devices; except that our lovers were
both male and both were dwarfs. This was very funny and amusing. They were
good actors. As was typical in this sort of performance, they ended with
the lovers reconciling and going to bed. On stage in a theater, the final
reconciliation took place off stage, but the oversized strap on penises the
Greeks like so much would be in place and the audience would know the
inevitable finale. It had always surprised me that the straps on cocks
always cause an uproarious outbreak of laughter, even though the audience
always knows the outcome. I myself laugh.

Pilos and Midas followed the standard routine, except they used their own,
fully erect cocks in place of the strap on dildos.  There was one other
change. Typically, the final simulated fucking is just revenge for the
scolding wife. She submits to her husband and all is well. She usually
cries something like, "Your massive cock will send me to the pinnacle of
Mount Olympus, oh husband dearest."

"I'm just a farmer and not a god. I do like a field that is both plowed and
seeded," the husband would say to gales of laughter from the audience.
Pilos and Midas' play ended in a tender erotic scene. Of course, they did
not simulate sex; it was real and it was actually quite lovely.

I was almost shocked, and then I understood Pilos and Midas were lovers.
Their tender sex was due to years of practice. While their performance
surprised me, the reaction of the other men did not. They were all excited
and titillated. This might have been a problem for Sergius and Bacchus, who
were modest men, but since everyone was similarly excited, the soon saw
they were in good company. They were soldiers, and like good soldiers, they
automatically wanted to support the group.

The two dwarfs stopped their performance just short of an orgasm. Midas
spoke. "You have been a most appreciative audience," he said. "We are firm
believers on the realistic school of acting, as you can tell."  The men
laughed. "Normally we save the grand finale for ourselves, but since he
have such distinguished guests, we offer them a chance to swallow the last
act of our play!" the two men stroked their cocks in case there was any
misunderstanding. Everyone laughed.

"I have heard dwarf sperm has special properties," Apollodorus said. "It is
regarded as a delicacy even on the Palatine Hill!"  The two farmers, Primus
and Julian, picked up the dwarfs and presented them to Sergius and
Bacchus. Bacchus leaned forward and licked Midas' cock before he took the
entire organ. Sergius followed him a few seconds later. Everyone was
talking, laughing and enjoying himself.

Sergius was the recipient of Pilos' sperm. Bacchus has passed Midas to his
older friend Ambrosias. While Sergius enjoyed the dwarf, Ambrosias more
than just enjoyed Midas' ball juices. I noticed that Sergius and Bacchus
relaxed considerably when the saw Ambrosias so clearly enjoying sucking the
Dwarf's spewing cock. I wondered if Ambrosias was a teacher or mentor to
the younger men.  His participation was the seal of approval.

Pilos and Minos were among the oldest men in my stable of playmates. They
were good actors, and willing to do almost anything I asked.  I noticed
they seemed pleased to be with the younger men, and that the younger men
responded to them.

I wasn't sure what Apollodorus intended for the day's festivities. If it
simply was to introduce the men to man sex, we had done that. They clearly
enjoyed the dwarfs and the little play.  They also seemed relaxed.

I also knew we had barely introduced them to the possible joys of manly
sex. As I worried about what Apollodorus wanted, the men took care of
things on their own. Sergius and Bacchus clearly enjoyed the farmers and
the Corsican Cheetah.  The Donkey went to Ambrosias as did Germanicus.
Apollodorus joined them. Germanicus liked the older men. The dwarves went
where ever there was an available cock or ass.

Corsi was handsome and fairly young. He wasn't particularly aggressive, but
he was also very sexually experienced. Sergius and Bacchus were not
experienced.  Fortunately, our Corsican Cheetah was also well equipped as a
teacher. He was experienced and helpful.

Many sexually experienced persons give the impression of being worn out or
jaded. The Cheetah was cheerful and had and ability to encourage men to try
to do more.  He also had sense enough to know what would be too much.
Corsi was also playful.  This was good for the men. He didn't take himself
too seriously. When I first met him, he eased to me into increasingly more
intense situations.  He always let me know that if they didn't enjoy an
activity, there was no need to do it again.

I think there are sexual novices who have a poor first experience who are
afraid of trying sex again.  Corsi encouraged them to try something else,
or try the same activity in a different position.  I don't think any of our
guests had any major problems. All of the men were big, masculine
specimens. Pilos and Minos were diminutive men, but masculine and
experienced. Pilos eventually sat on Bacchus cock and did a dance while
impaled. They were an example of the possibilities. I must admit Pilos
liked it all.

Ambrosias was clearly a patrician and from a good family.  I was afraid my
two farmers didn't understand the deference expected by men of elevated
rank. Plebs in cities come into contact with patricians and knew what was
expected.  Rural farmers had no contact with upper class men.

While some persons in my position play the role of the farmer, I am not one
of those. As long as my tenants produce what I need, I leave them alone. I
had not even met Julian or primus before. They were big and handsome, but
crude and untrained.

My ability to worry is well developed and as I considered every possible
disaster that might occur, Primus and Julian enjoyed Ambrosias. The crude,
common men's objective was to liberate their sperm from the confines of
their balls. While they were crude, they were also cheerful.

While Primus worked at shooting his cream into Ambrosias' behind, Julian
undertook the task of reducing the weight of the sperm in Ambrosias'
balls. While Primus was big, his cock was very thin and long. It was the
perfect organ for an inexperienced ass. Julian took his time sucking the
organ.

Ambrosias had been tense and uneasy when he came to the villa. Once Primus'
organ eased its way through his sphincter, he relaxed. Relaxed is not quite
the right word. He was a different man. Didimus looked on approvingly. He
had told me once that sometime a man isn't complete without a cock in his
ass. Ambrosias made no effort to hide his pleasure. I had thought they
day's pleasures were coming to an end. They were just beginning.