Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2010 14:38:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hardwood 3

Hardwood 3

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.



Naked men and hard cocks filled the bath. Nudity wasn't that rare in the
camp, but much of that was vocational.  This was purely recreational and
the men were in a good mood. Beau was leading the men singing when one man
came up to him and began to suck him. He eventually sprayed the audience
with his man seed. The room burst out into applause.

Beau raised his arm for silence.  "You know Mr. Dee likes it neat in here,"
he said.  The men tittered. "Let's not worry about the man cream
today. Every man makes his own home brew. I like it when a man shoots his
spooge. I remember how good it was when I jerked off in the hayloft of the
barn.  I didn't think it could get better than that. A year later the hired
man, Milton caught me doing it.  I thought I was a dead man."

Instead of telling my folks, Milton bent over a sucked me. Again, I
couldn't believe anything was that good!" The men roared in approval. "I
guess you've figured out Milton and I got to be pals.  A few months later,
I felt guilty about Milton doing all the work, so I gave his cock a lick or
two well if truth were to be told, it turned into a lot more than one or
two licks," Beau continued.

"There was an odd thing about Milton. If man seed was a food, Milton could
have fed India all by himself. That man was a sperm factory," Beau
explained.  The men cheered. "Well nature took its course I soon hand a
mouthful of Milton's seed. I was shocked, but then I thought, damn, this
stuff is odd, but it tastes better than mama's oatmeal, and it's a hell of
a lot hotter."

The men roared with laughter. "To make a long story short, eventually I got
my cock in Milton's ass and that was good too. He had a pal who popped my
cherry.  You would think have a man's dingus in your ass would be terrible,
but it was great. Everything I've ever done with a man has been great. I
think it's nice when a man feeds his pal his man seed. It's best when it's
served hot and steamy from the balls."

"You are all hard workers. Our work is dirty and sometimes dangerous.  I
know most of you aren't the most refined men in the world, but this ain't
exactly a tea party," he continued. "You are all real men, and there isn't
one of you I wouldn't gladly take your man seed. I'd take it spurting from
your tool, used in place butter on a sandwich, or served in place of
champagne."  The men laughed.

"By the way, I'm not offering to take it all tonight," Beau added.  The men
roared in laughter.

"Maybe you could do it as a birthday present?" a man yelled from the crowd.

"Sometimes I have two or three birthdays a year!" another man yelled.

"Once is enough, and if you are who I think you are, once may be once too
many!" Beau replied.

Everyone knew Mr. Beauchamp was wealthy, fabulously wealthy, but he had a
knack for making you feel he was on your side. We then settled down in to
more personal pleasures.

Men tend to be task oriented. Everyone had full balls and wanted to drain
them. For some, draining them in the ass of a pal would be good, but not
necessary. Perhaps 20 or 30 percent of the men sat it out or just got
blowjobs. Another 30 percent were all oral. I guessed the rest liked to
fuck. I thought we would have a shortage of bottoms, but that wasn't a
problem. In one on one sex, you have no choice as to the cock. One's
playmate's cock might be too large to fit or too small to excite you.  Here
there were choices. There was considerable variety. There were short, long,
thin and thick cocks. Cock heads were flared or cone shaped, mushroom like
and one or two who seemed to have doorknobs.

Most men also have a sense of fair play. If you were a top at some point,
it might seem right to bottom. That was especially so here, where you had a
choice. Here you might see a man you liked. If he was a top, you might
bottom to make the connection. By hook or crook, things seemed to work
out. The pure bottoms had no problem at all. I liked it all,

I don't think of myself as a superficial person, but I did feel an
attraction to the doorknob types.

My options were more limited than I expected.  Willy's cock was well known,
almost legendary. The audience who had watched Willy's cock fill my ass
openly admired my skills, or capacity. The word got around and I was in
much demand.

A big Norwegian was the first to get me. Olaf was a giant, and popular with
the men. He had only a poor grasp of English, but when you needed a big man
to get you out of trouble, he was the man.  He saved several men during a
mine collapse. He was big from head to toe.

He picked me up and then sat me on his cock.  I am not a small man, but it
was effortless for him. His cock was thick. He put me down, got my legs on
his shoulders and skewered me again, then lifted me up again and took me to
meet his friends. He was a jolly man. As he walked, I bounced on his cock
and almost shot off.  I got use to it.

He leaned me back so I could suck his best friend. They came quickly and I
almost choked on their sperm.  Olaf pulled me up again and we kissed. My
mouth was still filled with their seed and Olaf loved that. It was a very
passionate kiss, and I felt a tickling deep in my rectum.  He was
ejaculating. I don't think Olaf wanted to let me down, but he was polite
and didn't want to hog me.

As Olaf sat me down and pulled out, a man next to us asked, "Was that as
good for you as it was for me watching?"

The man was an older geezer type with a big gray beard and grizzled look.
He was body was lean and muscular and very hairy.  He looked like a Gray
Wolf and would have looked sinister without a twinkle in his eye.

"The name is Harlan," he said. "You're the letter writer?"

I nodded. "You aren't one of my customers."

"I don't have no one to write to," he said. Harlan had a strong Southern
accent. "I know Willy done you," he continued. "Would you mind taking some
more Southern home brew? That is if you're not too worn out by that Viking
cock.  I've been stewing cream in my balls for over a week." I looked at
his crotch. He had prizewinning balls, but not much cock. The skin alone
peeked out of his thick bush.

"Willy told me you took a Rebel bullet. My cock should be pretty easy
compared to that," he added.

"You're not going to pick me up and show me to your friends, are you?"

Harlan smiled. "I can guarantee I won't do that.  I like to take things
nice and slow. No heavy lifting, I get to do enough of that in the mine,"
he said. I leaned over and took the tip of his foreskin into my mouth. He
was relaxed, but I tasted pre cum. I worked my tongue into the puckered
foreskin. Harlan got hard fast.

I had been curious about the doorknob style cock heads. By the luck of the
draw, Harlan possessed one.  His knob was huge, but the shaft thin.

A small man was next to Harlan.  "This is Alfonso; he's my pal.  He likes
to get me slippery," Harlan said.  I assumed Alfonso would suck
Harlan. "Shoot!" Harlan ordered. Alfonso stroked his cock a few times and
then began to ejaculate. Harlan collected it in his hand and coated his
cock in the sperm. "Bend over!" he ordered me. I did and a second later
Harlan rammed his cock into me.

Harlan was a bit light on the social graces, but Alfonso's sperm was an
excellent lubricant.  Except for a twinge of pain as he popped my
sphincter, it felt good, very good. His doorknob felt detached from his
body.  It was as if his cock head was alive and playing in my ass.

"Damn, you're fucking tight," he exclaimed. "I was afraid the Viking had
stretched you too much."  Once he was in, Harlan was a perfect gentleman,
kind, considerate and attentive. There were two Harlans: the crude pre
penetration Harlan and the tender post penetration man. He loved rubbing my
prostate with his bloated head.

"Shit, I wanted this to last longer!" he cried as his whole body twitched
and shook with each of his ejaculations. He lay on top of me afterward. I
squeezed my ass to milk the remains of his orgasm from his cock. When only
his cock head remained in my ass, he pulled out.

I was lucky so far.  My first experiences were good.  I later found out
this wasn't by accident. Willy though I was his, and while he didn't mind
sharing, he didn't want me to come back broken. Willy had a temper and was
known to go off. I don't know if Willy approved Olaf and Harlan, but they
were both careful.

I hadn't noticed anyone in Hardwood who was particularly squeamish or
uncomfortable with man sex. The atmosphere in the bath was quite different
from the usual. There was sex in the baths but usually you would sit next
to a man and strike up a conversation.  As you talked, you could size up
the man and check out his equipment.

A few scratches and rearrangements of the genitals would let you know if
the man was interested. Only then did you make genital contact. Tonight was
a "let's do it and bend over please," event. There were no preliminaries.
It was free and easy, if not refined. I had a sense this whole thing should
have bothered me, but it didn't. It was what it was, horny men having fun
with horny men. It wasn't love; just was just a day's fun.

Angus came over to me.  I wrote letters for him.  He was a Scot and used
his money to support his mother back in Scotland. He had a friend,
Socrates, a former slave. Socrates was short, very muscular and quiet. He
said almost nothing. Angus had been a miner in Wales and knew the ropes of
the trade.  He was a demanding foreman who was a sticker for shoring and
bracing.

Angus was unpopular until Shaft Three collapsed. Olaf had saved those who
could be saved form that disaster.  Four men died. From that point onward,
Angus became a good luck piece. Men wanted to work for him. You almost
could see his mind working as he figured things out. He rarely picked the
easiest way; he did things the safest way. In many mines in the West, that
would have gotten him fired by the mine operator. Mr. Beauchamp said he's
seen too many men die in the war.  That was his quota for his entire life.

Men knew, but didn't officially acknowledge that Angus and Socrates were
close. Socrates had helped in the collapse of Shaft Three.  He held a brace
in place for ten minutes while Olaf pulled out the survivors. He did it
with a broken and arm. Even the most narrow-minded of the men recognized
Socrates was a good man when the chips were down.

"Mr. Greenmont, I have a favor to ask of you," Angus said. "Socrates is a
good man and I fuck him regular. I'd welcome his to my ass, but he's about
four sizes too big for my ass."

"Mr. Angus is a big man, but he's got a mighty small hole," Socrates said.
I had never heard him speak. "He had a great mouth though."

Angus came close to me. "I was wondering if you might open up for him. It's
been years since he last fucked a man," he said. "He doesn't need to shoot
in you, just get in you.  I drain him pretty regular, so even if the shoots
there aren't much."

"My seed is white," Socrates added. I stroked his cock. It was a beauty/ He
was oozing quite a bit of cock juices.  We were in a corner of the room. I
turned by back to him and spread my ass open. His cock slid in my ass like
a hot knife in butter. Socrates was shorter than I was and his cock was at
the perfect location for full penetration. He was thick and just long
enough. It was lovely.

Socrates' had a club cock. His cock head was the same size as the thick
shaft. He rubbed the sperm tunnel on the underside of his cock on my
prostate and I felt wonderful. Angus would take my entire cock every time
Socrates went deep. That was even better. A few of my friends and Angus'
workmates gathered around us watching and encouraging us.  The Bishop, doc
Watson and Scout enjoyed the scene. It was oddly intimate. There were 120
men in the room, but we were a cluster of six or seven men.

Socrates was in no hurry. Angus said he had drained him, so there was no
drive to the orgasm. While Socrates may have been drained of his seed, his
other juices were just fine. He was self-lubricating and if anything, it
got more smooth and easy as he pumped. After perhaps fifteen minutes he
bent over me and whispered, "I'm close; do you want it in or out?"

I replied, "In."

I think our extended session had given him time to refill his
balls. Nothing about his orgasm suggested he was shooting blanks. His
twitching cock set me off and Angus got my load. I filled his mouth.

By now, most of the men had popped and the intense excitement of the first
orgasm was replaced with a slower paced drive to the second. Colonel
Meredith said the second orgasm was the best because it required more cock
time.  I think most American boys were use to jerking off as fast as they
could to avoid detection. The climax was the thing.  Meredith thought the
slow build up to the orgasm with a comrade's mouth licking and sucking your
cock was the best part of sex.

He loved having my tongue explore his cock. I licked his knob, the flared
edge of the glans, licking up the sweet drool. He loved it when I took his
entire cock and pulled away suctioning the pre orgasmic juices from his
ball. I licked the ball sack and sucked the individual balls into my
mouth. He had large balls.

He wanted every inch of his genitals excited before he released his
load. My earlier experience with Major Williams was good, but Williams was
more prone to charge up a hill to capture the enemy than to ponder the
situation and capture the enemy by clever tactics.  Major Williams was
capable of multiple orgasms.

After I stimulated Meredith's cock, he would mount me more often than
not. He was every inch a top man. He didn't ram it in; he eased his cock in
the deepest recesses of my ass. Williams was in and out in less than five
minutes. Meredith took a half hour the first time and once too more than an
hour.  Both men tended to stay hard, but Meredith would get slightly
relaxed in a long session. My innards got very tender after a long session;
I would be exhausted, but was happy.

Sometimes Meredith would take my load. The first time he did that, I felt
as if the President gave me the Medal of Honor. It was wonderful. The
colonel confessed to me that he had been sexually selfish, but discovered
if he was more attentive to his playmate, he extended the playtime greatly.

Doc Watson came over to me after Socrates pulled out.  "Am I correct in
assuming you have studied the amatory arts?" he asked.

"Study isn't the right word," I replied.  "It's more field investigations
than study. I tend to get carried away and forget to take notes."

He smiled. I have a scientific and personal interest. Sexual intercourse is
the most intense physical and emotional act am human being can experience,
but the medical literature avoids it. There is a great deal of information
on plagues, consumption and other ailments, but little on sex," he said. "I
think it may be due to a misunderstanding of the Bible. It said be fruitful
and multiply. We might have been better served if it said fuck like rabbits
and enjoy yourself."

"Fuck ye like hares and shoot your seed in abundance?"

"That has more of King James like ring to it," the Doc said. "We should
celebrate sex, not be frightened and embarrassed by it. Unless my eyes
deceive me, you celebrate it. Mr. Beauchamp asked me to watch you."

"Why?"



"He enjoys sex and he wants his men to enjoy it more," Watson said. "This
is a remote and lonely place.  They men will be happier if they enjoy sex
more."

"The men seem to doing well on their own."

"Mr. Beauchamp feels they would be happier still if the sexual episodes
were longer and more intense," Watson replied. I noticed you have some
exhibitionist characteristics.  That is good."

"Good?"


"He asked me to do some demonstrations for the men, illustrating some
sexual options," the Doctor said. "Many of them seem to pop in an ass,
pound as hard as they can for a minute, shoot off and then go to sleep. He
wanted me to demonstrate other options. I need some men to help me."

"You want me to put on a show? Is this to be a class?"

"Ovid, let me be direct with you. You are educated and intelligent. You
must be aware you have a strong sex drive and I am quite sure it is well
above normal. If you were an aggressive man, this would be a problem. You
know you are both responsive and receptive, but usually evenhanded.  Slim
told me you were a good man.  He doesn't say that about anyone."

"You are also a handsome man and a well endowed one.  You are comfortable
and at ease nude.  I assume you have noticed you are sexually stimulated
being watched in sex acts," Doc continued.

"I'm not so sure about that," I said.

"I think if you examine your own feelings you will recognize I am right,"
Watson replied. "You would be the ideal man to help me with my
demonstrations."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"You don't need to be sure now. Mr. Beauchamp is planning for it to be a
part of the next day we have off," he said.

"In front of the entire camp?" I asked. "Are any other men working with
you?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Beauchamp will be with us. He is the one who recognized your
exhibitionist tendencies.  He shares them.  Willy also volunteered. He's
proud of his member and says every time the lecture flags, he can shove it
up your ass and wake everyone up!"

"That sure sounds like Willy," I said while laughing.  "I think for Willy
fucking solves all his problems."

"That may be more true than you think," the Doc replied. "He possesses this
huge and magnificent organ that is too big for everyday use. You both could
take it and enjoy it. He has been much more even tempered since you came
here."

"Men tended to take his cock as a bet, or out of curiosity," the Doctor
explained. "It was more of an achievement than a pleasure for them.
Several were appalled when he shot off in their asses. Let's face it; they
weren't going to get pregnant. Willy isn't a looker and they didn't want
his seed in their ass.  You took his cock and loved it then took his
sperm. Willy finally found someone who could fully appreciate his horse
cock. Not only that, you've come back for more."

"Actually I've come back for more many times," I said. "I like Willy and
his cock, but it's not anymore than like."

"You appreciate when he has and treat him as a man, not as a circus freak,"
Doc said. "When he screwed you with the audience, it was his way of letting
the others know that some men can take it and enjoy it. It helps too that
you are an officer and a gentleman. These other men were loudmouth cowpokes
and miners. They weren't man enough to take and not gentlemanly enough to
appreciate it." Doc went on his way and I was alone.

Willy came up to me.  "How are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm doing well," I said. "It is a wild way to spend a day."

"The day ain't over he said.