Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2010 14:39:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hardwood 2

Hardwood 2

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.  This is an adult story for
adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by
alternate life styles.  This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is
suggested.


I wasn't sure my meeting with Mr. Beauchamp and his three bodyguards was
going to be a success.  Mr. Beauchamp sounded reasonable, but it would be
easy for it to turn into a gang rape. The actual event couldn't have been
more unlike my fears. Mr. Beauchamp asked me to call him Beau.

Beau looked as if he could have been a boxer or a strong man in a circus.
While he was average in height, he had a muscular, barrel chest and seemed
to project physical strength and power.  With short-cropped hair and a
bristly mustache, every hair was in place. He had cold, pale blue eyes. He
came over to me.

"Colonel Meredith told me I would enjoy you and you would enjoy me," Beau
said. "The colonel and I met many years ago and discovered both personal
friendship and genital satisfactions together. I knew all about sex before
I met him.  With him, I found satisfaction. Our lives have taken us on
different paths. He told me I might find satisfaction and fulfillment in
you." He put his arm around me while he fondled my genitals with his other
hand.

"The colonel knows I can feel that only when I am in a man. I'm not
speaking metaphorically, I need to be physically in you, probing your
innards, feeling you react to my cock," he continued.  "Meredith told me he
felt that in you."

Beau was a lover and a sensualist. Beau's organ was average, but curved so
that erect it formed a "c" shape. He slipped easily into my ass, but once
he was it I was hooked, literally and emotionally. His knob directly
connected to my prostate. Every movement I made stimulated the two
glands. I have since realized the cock head and the prostate are the most
sensitive parts of a man's sexual anatomy.

He came close to shooting off several times. He turned me over to one of
his bodyguards when he needed a rest. Timothy was a treat. He had me sit on
his cock, facing away from him so Titus and Wong could suck me as he fucked
me. That was good.

Beau returned for a second session that was just as good as the first.
When he approached the orgasm, he pulled out and Titus took his place in my
ass. Beau stayed close so he could watch he black organ slip in my
ass. Titus possessed a large organ, but it fit well. I was open by then.

The Chinese guard Wong fed me his cock as Titus screwed me. Titus began to
moan as he climaxed. Wong filled my mouth as Titus filled my ass.  As soon
as Titus pulled out, Beau entered for a third time. He shot off shortly. I
think the excitement of using his black bodyguard's sperm as a lubricant
was too much for him.  While he was a reserved man, he lost that reserve
during the orgasm and was most vocal in his appreciation.

I assumed the session was over, but that wasn't beau's plan. Timothy fucked
me to a climax and Beau too the cream as I shot off.  He seemed to take my
load enthusiastically. By then I was both complexly relaxed and completely
open.

Once you are that relaxed cocks can penetrate deeper and it seemed as if
the men were exploiting exactly how deep they could get. In some ways, they
were like playful boys full of spunk with a new toy.  I was the toy and
they enjoyed men. They had all climaxed and their cocks weren't quite as
hard.  It was a very different feeling for me. I loved it, as did they.  I
had no feeling they were purely interested in their feelings.  They were
interested in my sensations and concerned about my comfort and stamina. "We
don't want to break you," the big Irishman, Timothy, said.

He discovered that when he was only 90% erect there was room for another
cock in my ass. Luckily, Beau's cock fit. They had never done this before
and the experiment was an unmitigated success. Both men loved it. Timothy
was still as Beau pumped. He was both fucking men and rubbing Tim's
cock. They had a near simultaneous orgasm and left their cock in me. My
sphincter tightened as they lost their erection.

Beau pulled out, but Timothy left his in. I squeezed my sphincter and his
cock twitched.  He was still ejaculating. "I like that," he whispered.

Beauchamp's relationship with his bodyguards was very close.  They had been
through much together. While Beau had a taste for variety, he hadn't
discarded his older friends. They had never share the same asshole
before. We continued our experiments and found Titus' member left just
enough room for Beau's cock too.  Titus and Timothy were both giants, but
quite tender in sexual approach.

The session ended and I returned to the Guesthouse and dinner. I slept very
well that night.  The next morning I went to the mining camp with the
Bishop. I had an office next to the largest bunkhouse.  A newly painted
sign about the door read, "Ovid Greenmont, Letter Writer and
Reader. Reading Private and Confidential. Writing A Dime.

Of course, my clientele couldn't read the sign but a man named Amos sat
outside and explained the service. I had my first customer almost
immediately. He was straight from the mine and had a week old letter in his
pocket. It was from his mother and told of his grandfather's
death. Apparently, he had been in ill health for a while.  The man gave me
a dime and I wrote a letter in return. He wanted it to be a proper letter,
not just words strung together. I made it slightly fancy, and the man
approved.

When it came to signing the letter, I wrote his name of a piece of scrap
paper and had him trace it on the letter. This was a great success. I have
fine penmanship and the name, Albert Malloy, looked good. He took the scrap
with him and I gave him a piece of paper and a pencil so he could
practice. We closed up shop at five, but I thought I might try some evening
hours. The ten-cent charge for the letters seemed unnecessary, but the
Bishop explained paying for it made it more respectable.

There were letters for mothers and fathers, some wives and children as well
as some business letters. The Bishop liked the stay nearby, since several
of the letters reported the deaths of family members. Some of these came in
black bordered stationary, so we had some warning, but most were from out
of the blue. Eventually I arranged a signal with Amos if there was a
death. I would adjust the blind in the window. When he saw this he would go
off to fetch the Bishop, or another man called the Preacher. The Preacher
had a tendency to make great fear of hell, and liked to preach more than
comfort, so I tried to get the bishop as often as possible.

I also did some deathbed letters. These I had done during the war for
wounded soldiers. They were hard to write, but when I realized the calming
effect on the dying man these letters had, I resigned myself to writing
them.

I developed friends quickly. This was a surprise to me, since making
friends had been difficult. A good portion of the men in Hardwood liked men
and had a taste for man sex. In Philadelphia, I was worried someone might
discover my secret. This made close friends problematic. This was
especially a problem for a male teacher of boys.

My experience with men was with fellow officers in the army and the
clientele of the Alhambra.  These were upper class men for the most
part. The Alhambra wasn't expensive but few workers could afford the dollar
entrance fee. My artist friend Philip Hawkins had several laborers as
models, but he always took them to the steam bath before bringing them
home.

Most of the men at the camp were laborers or workers. The baths were a
godsend. All the men were clean since they had to shower as they left the
mine to recover silver. The men who ran the showers also made sure everyone
pealed there foreskin back to insure there was nothing hidden in the skin.
I thought a clump of silver ore would be painful, but was assured many men
were willing to endure it.  They made sure every man's knob was "buffed and
polished" before they left the mine.

Similarly, if a man was caught trying to take some silver out, would have
his ass probed too. The man who did this, Owen, had exceptionally long
fingers. Oddly, he became quite popular. He always made a point of stroking
the prostate, and the men realized the potential of that small gland. Owen
was partial to lubricants, unlike his predecessor. Thus, some men always
had lubricated ass shafts. Owen's predecessor used the rectal exams as a
way to punish the men he didn't like. A fingernail can cause serious
injury. Owen never did that.

All of this could have been humiliating and degrading, but the rules
applied to everyone leaving the mine, up to and including Mr. Beauchamp. He
showered with the men when he visited. He was not shy about his body and
had no problem with a finger or two up his ass. He had his ass probed every
time he visited. He usually got hard and that did a good job of peeling
back the foreskin. The men loved that.  He was like the better generals who
were close to their troops. Good Generals lead by example. The showers
created a sense of fellowship.

That had another impact. Disease due to dirt and infection was
comparatively rare. Mr. Beauchamp knew of M. Louis Pasteur's experiments
and the role of germ in disease transmission. Minor cuts and wounds were
daily occurrences at the mine, but the showers seem to reduce the infection
level. The regular nudity and bathing had a beneficial impact on everyone's
sex life. The weekly or monthly bath made some practices rare for anyone
with a sense of smell or taste for that matter.

Cleanliness made it possible to get much closer to the cock and kiss or
suck the organ. You could lick the tender knob. I could taste the delicate
juices that ooze from a cock before the orgasm. In the dim light of the
baths, it was easy to slip into a pal's ass or open your hole for his
pleasure. A shower would wash away the traces of the coupling.  Mr. Dee
actually liked this.  One has to shoot a huge load for it to drip out of an
ass.

Through the Bishop, I met the upper crust of Hardwood; Willy was my
introduction to the lower orders. Willy's monster organ was a magnet for
the most sexually driven men in the camp. While it didn't want to admit
that to myself, I was a member in good standing of that group. Willy had
several good friends, but Willy tended to keep his distance.

I noticed that in some of my Army friends. They had lost so many comrades
during the war they were afraid of losing more. Thus, they avoided making
new friends. Willy could be aggressive, moody and prickly. Willy and I got
along well. We had matching wounds, and similar experiences.  I hoped I
could help him.

Everyone knew Willy. In an all male camp of men who liked men, he was hung
like a prize stallion. Other men always admire the well endowed. There was
nothing at all pretty about Willy or his cock.  He was damn close to being
ugly and the war scars didn't help that. I had noticed some ugly men could
be intensely masculine. That was Willy. Women would cross to the other side
of the street to avoid him, but he was all man. He seemed to get a double
dose of things that made a man manly. God gave him a triple dose of
cock. That God works in mysterious ways was never more true than in Willy.
Word got around I could take Willy's cock.  It wasn't just that I could
take him; I enjoyed it.

We attracted two groups of men. There was a large group of men who wanted
to watch.  They thought it was some sort of a magic trick and they wanted
to see it. They thought of Willy as a circus freak.  I was a genital
equivalent of a sword swallower. Many men seemed to think of me as a
handsome gentleman. I was perhaps of average looks, but educated, well
spoken and polite.  I had been an officer.  Willy had the manners of Attila
the Hun. The men thought of me as an innocent virgin assaulted by a
barbarian cock. My virgin days were well in the past, but lack of virginity
doesn't show on your face.

There was a small cluster of well-hung men who wanted a new bottom. While
some cocks stretch the asshole, a few are big enough to rip a new one. Some
men liked to fuck, but hated the crying and screaming in pain that
sometimes accompanied the act.

With Hardwood's emphasis on cleanliness and easy availability of oil, the
problem of oversized cocks in small assholes was mitigated to some
extent. Some men didn't mind inflicting pain, but Mr. Beauchamp and the Doc
didn't like that much. You could get yourself fired if you were too much
into pain.

The horse-hung, donkey-donged set of bulls thought I could take them and
enjoy them. While many of these men were bulls, several ponies sported
massive organs. They all wanted to take me for a few laps around the
racetrack.

Of course, I had no intention of doing this. At first, I had no intention,
but my resolve weakened. I am a naturally curious and inquisitive man, and
I found myself wondering what it would be like to sample some of the larger
cocks. I could now admit I enjoyed sex with men, and I had a taste for
variety.  There were some men who found a partner and stayed with that man
exclusively. While I came to like some men deeply, I never could exclude
sexual experiences with other men. My final undoing was seeing naked men in
the baths and showers.

I am interested in cocks and seeing them regularly did nothing to reduce my
curiosity. A part of this curiosity was scientific.  If you could capture
cocks and mount them in an album like Butterflies, I would have done
it. The far greater part of my interest was simple, non-educational lust. I
didn't like the idea of being a cock hound, but that was the case. After
pretending my sexual desires were rare and intermittent outbreaks of lust,
I finally acknowledge the outbreaks were often permanent and sometimes
continuous for days and weeks.

While this was a personal failing, it was not regarded as so by the men in
the camp. They seem to regard it as a positive asset.

Willy did odd jobs around the camp, but he had dark periods when he could
not do much of anything. Willy was too proud to take charity, but too
depressed to do anything. Someone offered Willy a dollar if he could watch
us go at it. A dollar was big money for Willy. He was proud of his cock and
not shy at all about showing it off.

At the Alhambra, I had sexual connections in the steam room with other men
watching. I enjoyed that. Once Major Williams screened me as one of his
friends fucked me. Several men watched me as I did that. They whispered
comments and encouragements as the stranger slid his cock into my ass. The
major and his friends enjoyed it greatly.  I enjoyed it immensely; the
audience seemed to increase my pleasure.

There were no secrets in the camp. A few nights later Willy royally fucked
me in the bath surrounded by twenty admiring men. Willy made $25.00, and I
got a terrific rush of sexual excitement. Willy was a bit of a showman. He
took his time and enjoyed himself.  When he shot off, he squirted and few
times in my ass, then pulled out and sprayed me and our audience with
sperm.  Perhaps eight or nine members of the audience shot off on us when
Willy popped.

A pair of twins in the group, Clyde and Wilbur, had a taste for man
milk. They licked me clean, and a small, hairy guy named, Bullhead sucked
me and took my load. $25.00 took care of Willy's cash needs for a month.
He went off to have a beer. I went to my room.

Ten minutes later Bullhead knocked on my door.  He came in my room and very
politely asked if he could fuck me. For some reason I said yes.  I hadn't
noticed his equipment in the baths, but half of his body weight was his
cock. His cock was thick, blunt and his slit was exceptionally wide, like a
Bullhead's mouth.  His organ wasn't as big as Willy's meat, but he was big.

Bullhead had one problem.  He didn't lose his erection when he shot off. He
spent the night with me, most of the time in my ass.  I didn't seem to care
if I was awake. Bullhead was a genuine country Bumpkin, but polite,
considerate and gentle. As far as I could tell he was self lubricating. He
used the left over lubricant from Willy's earlier fucking and never had to
replace it.  Willy like his cock deep in me.  Bullhead liked to massage my
prostate with his knob. I had an odd sensation he wanted to stable his cock
in my ass.  He liked the warmth.  I fell asleep and woke briefly when I
climaxed, then fell asleep again.  Bullhead did all the work. It was a good
night.

I was afraid my openness to sex would undermine me in the eyes of the
men. It had quite the opposite effect. They saw me as a gentleman who was a
good sport and didn't put on airs even though I was well educated. I was
helpful as a letter write and eventually as a man who could give good
advice in legal and medical matters.

I also made head way in teaching men how to read and do simple mathematics.
Many men were uneducated or under educated. As such, they could be easily
cheated. I worked with the cost of silver per ounce and then worked the
basic skills of adding and subtracting. I spent time on fractions. Numbers
were a useless abstraction to them, but when they saw numbers as a way to
determine the values of their silver, it was much easier to understand

I had always been a good student and more often than not the teacher's
pet. Bad teachers would often treat the poorer students with contempt and
our right cruelty. I never felt that way. I was easy to deal with good
students, but I tried to help all.

When the weather got colder, men spent more time in the thermal baths where
it was warm., Several buildings in Hardwood were heated by the thermal
springs, but the springs at the Silver mine were smaller and only the
showers were heated.  Most of the building were all-wood outside and inside
a wood stove usually lost the race to the strong and bitter winter gales.

If the temperatures were too cold, Mr. Beauchamp would reduce the hours or
sometimes give the men a day off.  He apparently had experience with
frostbite and didn't want to take the risk of losing or injuring good men.
Most of the miners would come to the big bath in Hardwood to spend the day
and get warm. Normally the building would hold between 30 and 40
men. During a storm or gale, it could hold 100 to 120 naked men.

These events tended to be rather festive. Men would sing and dance as much
as was possible in the limited space. We had little talent shows with skits
performed by the men. Some of these were both very funny and very ribald.

Mr. Beauchamp liked to visit the big bath on these occasions and talk with
the men. He had a fine voice and sang popular songs. Other men would join
him and they formed an impromptu chorus. The music could be beautiful.

As it was in the showers at the mine, when Mr. Beauchamp was naked, he also
tended to be erect. He didn't have a modest bone in his body. This tended
to lighten the mood and encourage others.

As the singing continued, the men tended to cluster in groups and make use
of the pleasure giving organs we all possessed. With 120 men, there were
over sixty feet of cock and 210 balls needed to be drained. Eventually the
singing slowed and was replaced by sucking sounds and moans.