Date: Sun, 24 May 2015 11:17:58 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Old Stories 3

Old Stories 3


The College of Saints Michael and George - Part 1

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not 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

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The Diocese founded the College of Saints Michael and George in 1903 to
provide theological education for men who wanted to enter the
priesthood. Located in a wealthy suburb of Boston, it was more of a
finishing school for immature young men.  Some entered the priesthood, but
most used the time to grow up and have a firmer grip on the demands of
life.

By the 1960s, the College's other function was to provide a safe a
protected oasis for men with worrisome sexual tastes. While the church was
tolerant of these tastes as long as they were hidden, a number of the men
who came to the College found hiding these tastes quite difficult. While
the Principal of the School and the teachers shared the preference for male
sex, they could function without alarming the parents of young boys.

The principal, Father Michael McWilliams was an impressive man. He was
firmly opposed to all sexual connections with underage or immature
persons. He emphasized healthy connections with willing participants.

Of course, we carefully hid this from public view and comment. We admitted
students at age 18 and they entered an almost cloistered environment. The
school sat on a large old estate that once accommodated a monastery as well
as an impressive mansion. The owner had been a ruthless industrialist he
founded the monastery as a way to avoid the torments of hell. The students
said a prayer for him every morning at chapel.

All seemed like a conventional monastery. The building was handsome,
austere and barebones.  There were no luxuries, and the original intent was
to house hermits who could spend their entire lives praying for soul of the
deceased millionaire.  The Bishop accepted the gift of the estate only
because the estate was well over 400 acres. It would be valuable someday.

McWilliams was the Bishop's friend and under his leadership, the college
made money. There were many wealthy families looking for a place to keep
problematic young men. The tuition was high and we were able to help other,
less well-off men too.  The heating system of the monastery was poor, but
McWilliams added a large exercise area as well as high quality bathing and
showering facilities.  The principal wanted to have nothing to do with the
weekly cold bath provided when the building was a monastery. He intended
the area to be for exercise, but it served as a student lounge and
recreational area, especially during the cold seasons. In Boston, that was
nine months of the year.

Brother Max was the director of the recreational facility and a nurse. He
was a native of the Bronx; he both looked and sounded like a gangster's hit
man.  He was almost six feet tall, but looked shorter because of his bulky
body and short neck.  Most of the students had no desire to exercise, but
he scared them and they did what he asked. Eventually they discovered he
was a kindly friendly man. They also discovered that he had the sex drive
of a bull elephant. He kept this under control and was both gentle and
polite.

I am Father Bruce, the Latin and Greek master. I am short, thin and rather
delicately built.  I have always looked delicate and almost fragile. I am
bald, have a mustache and I wear wire-rimmed glasses. Brother Max said I
made Barney Fife look like Charles Atlas. Max and I are good friends. We
shared a similar approach to life as well as being well equipped sexually.
I have the length and Max has the bulk genitally.

Max is physically intimidating; I was born to be intimidated. Those were
useful qualities. I tended to attract bullies. I was an easy mark for boys
who liked to get their way through school by force. I served as bait to
find these men and then Max and I put them through a rigorous retraining
program.

Max also took care of the shy and timid men. I did not realize these men
needed help. I was shy and timid, but I am also well hung. I tended to
attract men who were interested is size. I wear boxers and even wearing
black pants, those who were interested realized I was well equipped.

Fr. Michael worried that these shy young men sometimes developed unhealthy
obsessions. Some had a tendency to make inappropriate advances when the
sexual pressure was too great.  Many of these men were obsessed with
sin. Michael felt that concern about sin was bad without the balanced
provided by love and friendship. All human beings are combinations of good
and bad. When you concern yourself only with the bad, it results in gross
perversions. Michael felt you need to be aware of a person's bad qualities
while encouraging their good qualities.

Brother Max was attentive to our students' needs and concerns. He had a
special class for those who had never exercised. He used this class to ease
them into a more normal life.

He also showered with them. Many were terrified of nudity, which they saw
as being sinful. He was comfortable nude. Several said he was so hairy you
could hardly tell he was naked. Of course, hair doesn't grow on a cock so
they all had seen it.  The shy ones could not avoid the showers if Max
there. After a few weeks, they accepted nudity in the showers and their own
bodies. I joined in the class periodically. The shy timid ones saw me as
one of them.

When I joined them in the showers, they were impressed. Max's cock was
bulky, but one could not fully appreciate that unless he was erect. He was
hairy and you only saw his uncut member peeking out of his pubic bush. My
member does not exactly hang to my knees, but I comes closer than
most. Most stared at it briefly; a few turned hard. We made it a point not
to notice or comment on that.

One of the student came to Max later and apologized. Max said there was no
reason to apologize.  "Men are men and sometimes our parts get excited," he
said. "It is nothing to worry about. Fr. Bruce has an organ that could be
in a museum, doesn't he?" The student looked shocked, and then laughed.

"You noticed?" he asked.

Max laughed. "You don't exactly need a microscope to see it, do you?" he
replied. "It is a natural wonder, well worth staring at!"  Word of this
conversation got back to the students and the atmosphere in the showers
became more relaxed. Max had a good sense of timing and he could sense when
individuals were ready to move to the next step.

I discussed Greek and Roman culture in my class and that permitted
discussion of alternate sexual approaches. I discussed the silly belief
that Rome and Greece fell because of homosexuality.

"Taken together Greece and Rome survived for 1000 plus years," I explained.
"If homosexuality was cause, God took his time.  The great historian Gibbon
attributed to fall to Christianity. The western Empire fell a little more
than a century after the adoption of Christianity as the official
religion. Christian Europe fell into deep barbarity for six hundred
years. It was intensely Christian, brutal and lost most semblance to
civilized life."

"Was that punishment for past sins?" Timothy asked.  He was one of my most
timid students.

"There are some who believe that God punishes the innocent descendants of
sinners for the transgressions of their ancestors. That has nothing
whatsoever with the teachings of Christ," I explained. "What did Christ
say? Do unto others as you would have then do unto you. Love your neighbor?
Turn the other cheek?"

"That doesn't apply to homosexuals?" Timothy said.

"Perhaps Jesus added some foot notes and exclusions to his main teachings,"
I suggested. "Maybe the Gospel writers forgot to say that loving your
neighbor only applied to some neighbors. Perhaps the Good Samaritan quizzed
the unconscious man he saved to make sure he was good enough to save? Did
Jesus and the Gospel writers forget to tell us that part?"

Timothy did not reply. He did not know how to reply. Timothy had one close
friend, Franklin. He was shy too, but I also had the feeling that he was
afraid.

Two months later, we were in the middle of a particularly bad, late fall
storm when we lost electricity. We had sent most of the students' home, but
some had too far to go and others were too slow leaving the school.  There
were trees down and flooded roads everywhere.  The lack of electricity
meant the main building was unheated. The temperature in the main building
was dropping toward fifty. The recreational center had its own heating
system with a backup generator. The lighting in the shower and locker areas
was dim, but the rooms were warm, as were the whirlpool baths.

Normally the showers were typical school type facilities. In the dim
lighting, the showers had an almost romantic atmosphere. Max and I were the
only faculty members there. Ten of us were in the whirlpool.  Even in the
dim light, I knew there was activity under the water. The students looked
excited and they were trying to hide their secret activities.

Max got out to the water and sat on the edge. His member was well beyond
half-staff. He had a beefy beer can type cock.  It looks a little like a
fireplug. I stood up and joined him sitting on the edge. My cock is
impressive soft, but even better at half-staff. I could sense the men relax
as they realized it was okay.  We all shared common interests.

"Do you mind if I look?" Franklin asked Max.

"Not at all, but you might need to get close in the dim light if you want a
good look," Max said.

"How close can I get?" Franklin asked.

"You can't get too close as far as I am concerned," Max replied. Several of
the men got out of the water and joined us on the edge of the pool. All
were erect. Timothy was next to me.

"We are all men," I said. "We all have similar interests and
desires. Sometimes it is good to share."

"Can I touch it?" Timothy asked me in a whisper.

"Only if I can stroke yours," I said.  Franklin was still in the water but
his face was inches from Max's organ.

"Let me warn you. I have a full load of man seed in my balls. If you get
much closer, I might let loose," Max said in a conversational tone. "If any
of you men have hair triggers, let me know. I know a way to keep the water
pure and free of sticky residue." Several men giggled.

By then, Franklin was an inch from the cock. Max had an oversupply of thick
foreskin.  The tip of his knob was visible, but the skin surrounded it.
Franklin stuck out his tongue and made contact with Max's drooling slit.
Max was an intensely masculine man, and I knew from personal experienced
that his sex fluids were stimulating for me. The juices seemed to excite
Franklin too.

Timothy's hand stoked my cock. That seemed to be the starting gun the
men. Seconds later, all of us were sexually engaged. I wondered if they had
planned this before.  I slipped into the water and licked Timothy's needy
cock. I immediately tasted his sex juices. They were rich and plentiful,
drooling from his wide slit.

"I'm sorry; it's messy," he whispered.

"Don't worry, that is just a sign you are ready," I said. To emphasize the
point, I swallowed his cock head and much of the shaft. Timothy had a long,
thin member. I think he ejaculated once, but I was still and let him get
control. I then pulled off slowly. I flicked my tongue into his wide slit
and tasted something slightly salty.  It was sperm.

Max was moaning as Franklin sucked his cock.  I glanced over and saw that
Franklin was doing it with considerable enthusiasm and skill.  I wondered
if he had some experience or if he was it was instinctive.

"Can you do that again?" Timothy whispered.  "I promise that I won't shoot
off in your mouth."

"Just relax and let what will be, be," I said. This time I took his entire
cock. He loved it. Max is an enthusiastic and vocal playmate. Everyone knew
he loved what Franklin was doing. I assumed all of the students were
accustomed to hiding their sexual preferences. Here it was all in the open
and that was liberating for them.

Max let others sample his cock and soon had a harem surrounding him.  He
freely talked about sex and answered the students' questions. It was
essentially a sex education class complete with demonstrations. One of them
asked about his sexual preferences. Max told them he liked it the ass, but
that fucking rocked his boat.

"Would you be willing to fuck one of us?" Thomas Lloyd asked. If we had an
athletic program, Thomas would have been a jock.

"My cock is thick and it takes a man who has some experience to take it. I
know some men have a drive to pop virgins, but I am not one of them," Max
said. "It can hurt and I can hurt a guy. That turns me off and I lose my
erection. I like sex to be all pleasure."

"I'm pretty experienced," a student named Cary said.

"How experienced is pretty experienced?" Max asked.

"Well a neighbor did me a few years ago," Cary replied. "Mr. Wilson was
rough, but not well endowed. It didn't do much but it didn't hurt
either. Wilson gave my name to another man. He was sort of a wimp named
Ronnie and he worked at the library."

"Ronnie was a nice guy as it turned out. He was also hung and he took his
time," Cary said. "He was bigger and better than Wilson was. I kind of
think that I like them big."

As they talked, Timothy lost control and flooded my mouth with is
seed. Everyone was focused on Max and Cary so they didn't notice us. I went
to the lounge area next to the shower room to cool down.  I had spent a
long time in the whirlpool.  Thomas came over to me after Timothy left.

"I saw you take Timmy's cream. Would you eat mine?" he whispered.

"Would you take mine if I take yours?" I asked.

"I've never done that, but I think I would. You guys really turned me on,"
Thomas said. I was ready to suck him, when he dropped to his knees and
began to suck me. He was a little tentative at first, but he grew more
enthusiastic.

He looked up at me.  "Damn it's big," he said.

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

"Not at all," was the reply.  Tommy was 22 years old, but he looked older
due to his brawny body and the thick coat of curly black hair that covered
his torso.  His father was a truck driver who now owned a big trucking
company. He was fifth son, and his mother wanted him to be a priest. His
older brothers worked for their father.

He was an average student, but he was exceptionally quiet and shy. We got
on a bench and sixty-nined. He loved that. His cock was six inches long,
but thick. His knob was huge, and bullet shaped, a classic battering
ram. My tool was longer than his, but he managed to deep throat it. I was
excited, but I think he was more excited. During a lull in the activity, we
talked.

"Do you think you could get your cock in my ass?" he asked.

"Have you ever fucked a man, or been fucked?" I asked.

"No, but I'm pretty sure I'd like it," he replied. He leaned closer to me
and whispered, "Do you shoot off when you are in there?"

"If you want it I do," I replied. "I usually ask if I guy wants it. Some
men are squeamish."

"I get embarrassed when I shoot off," Tommy said. "It seems too
personal. Everyone knows you have lost it."

"We are all men here and we all do it. I think of it as a reward," I
explained. "You are telling the man you are with that he excites you. It is
a reward for a job well done.  We are just men helping each other out."  I
paused.  "Has anyone taken your load?"

Tommy shook his head and then he smiled. "I am pretty sure I would like
that a lot!" I returned to my sucking duties and was the first to take his
cream. He filled my mouth with his thick ball juice. He ejaculated at least
ten or twelve times before he was drained. I sucked the post orgasmic
drool.

A little after Tommy shot off I returned to the whirlpool area. I looked
around and saw Max on the floor with Cary skewered on his cock. Cary was
fully erect and doing a hula dance on Max's tool. Every inch of the cock
was in Cary's ass. Four or five men were watching. If you were doing an
advertisement for the virtues of man fucking, Max and Cary would have been
the poster boys.

Max was a smart and perceptive man, but his cock was smart too. Once it was
in an ass, it would discover all there was to know about a man's anal
interest. From the look on Max's face, I knew he had struck gold. When Max
was sexually involved, he was a bit of a show off.  That made him a good
sexual teacher and guide. Max had discovered that Cary was an
exhibitionist. Cary made sure everyone knew how much he enjoyed it. I
noticed that Max bent Cary in ways that exposed his ass hole. He invited
several students to get closer to watch hiss cock penetrate Cary's ass.

Max was a natural leader and teacher. He had made a study of sex and sexual
techniques. He was a natural man rammer and ass pounder, but he could be
gentle and careful too.  His overall objective was to shoot off while fully
lodged in a man's ass. He knew many ways to get to this objective.

Max was a muscular and strong man.  Physically he could take what he
wanted. He never did that. He was most excited when a man wanted him. He
wanted his playmate to invite him into body.  Max was willing to wait for
the opportunity.

Max emphasized mutual enjoyment and respect. When a man was ready, he also
gave lesson in the techniques of fucking and sucking. Most men discover sex
by the trial and error method. For sucking that was mostly making sure you
do not use your teeth. Fucking requires more work.

Max felt that anal was often the most intense sex, but it was also
complicated and had the potential to be painful. He also had a sense about
which men would be the most responsive to anal penetration.  He liked to be
the first to enter a man and the first to make a deposit.

Max waited a week and a half after he fucked Cary to move on to other
men. "It takes a while for some to realize they could be enjoying it as
much as Cary," he said. Much to my surprise, he was convinced that Timmy
was one of those men. He thought Timmy was desperate to please and wanted
to serve.

"I think he is way to straight-laced and timid to take a cock," I
said. "Tommy would be a more likely candidate. He is bolder."

"I am positive Tim would love to have Tom's cock giving his prostate a
sperm bath, but I suspect he would love a bigger organ," Max said.

"Tom is well equipped," I said. "That should be enough for a maiden
voyage."

Max had his own plans. He let it be known that he liked giving a
demonstration of the proper way to open a virgin. He did not say he was
going to do it.  He just said that in the past it had been good for him,
the virgin and the observers. He described it as being both educational and
fun. Several days later after an exercise class, Tommy came to Max and me
as we were talking.

"I have a friend who is interested being fucked, but he's afraid it would
hurt," Tommy said.

"It can hurt, but I try to be really careful," Max replied. "I take my
time.  This may sound odd, but I have done a study to work out the easiest
way to open up a tight ass. Is your friend tight?"

"I think so," Tommy replied. "He wants it, but he's really tense."

"I know how to get a man to relax," Max said. "It's good when he has some
pals who can encourage him."

"I think that would be embarrassing," Tommy said.

"When I was young, I thought I was the only one who felt these urges," I
said. "I was relieved to discover I wasn't alone."

"We are all men and we basically like the same things," Max said. "By the
way, I will be here late tonight."

The exercise room closed at 10:00.  I thought I would go to bed, but
curiosity got the better of me.

Five men came by with Tommy. They included Franklin and Timothy as well as
Josh, Tony and Gus. Tony was big boy, overweight and seemed younger than
his age, Gus was Tommy's friend, and Josh was one of our most timid
students.