Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2013 18:33:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peacock Photographic Studio 2

Peacock Studio 2
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
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Marcus and Delmar returned for some trial posing. They had told me they
were well equipped for posing. If anything, they understated the
case. Physically they both had cocks more than seven inches long. Marcus
was thick too. Both stayed hard without effort and Delmar was indeed nearly
double jointed.

Both men loved sex and were entirely without modesty. They possessed no
tendency to be shy and had no desire to hide their affections or
passions. They were not monogamous and seemed to have an unlimited sex
drive. It was clear that they considered sex to be an ordinary human
activity, like eating or breathing.

Marcus rejected the sinful concept of sex with respect to male with male
activity. He felt the all-male sex was fundamentally unlike male and female
sex.

"There are dangers and problems associated with sex for the woman," he
explained.  "Before modern medicine, pregnancy and the possibility of death
was a typical outcome for a woman. Society rightly surrounded sex with
woman with taboos and restrictions. It was important that the male be
willing to support and protect the female, especially with she was largely
defenseless with a baby in arms."

"None of those taboos apply to men. For us it is all pleasure," he added.

"Some of my early experiences are not good," I said.

"I know some men are too forceful and their overtures are not welcome," he
said. "I had the opposite experience. I wanted to do and know more, but
couldn't find a guide or partner. I think the natural sexual urge causes
problems. Sometimes one gives the impression that a person is more willing
that he is.  Some men miss read the signals and make incorrect
assumptions."

"I personally can't enjoy sex without my partner's mutual enjoyment,"
Marcus said.  "Historically, there has been no requirement that a woman
enjoy sex. It is her wifely duty, not a source of pleasure. Men seem to
regard it as a right and do not regard mutual pleasure as a necessary part
of sexual activity."

"You have noted the Delmar and my sexual lives are filled with mutual
pleasure," he said. "We have many friends who share our intimate
pleasures."

"If you have that many friends, how intimate are the pleasures?" I asked.

Delmar smiled. "Does a great chef cook only for himself? I believe sharing
pleasures only intensifies them." I had never encountered anyone who even
approached their sexual skills or needs.

Marcus had carefully coiffed hair and a modest mustache. Delmar had curly
locks and was entirely smooth. He looked younger than he was. The trial
shots were entirely successful. Some aspects were difficult to catch on a
long exposure plate, but as I worked with them men, the task became easier.

Marcus and Delmar came by my studio several times a week for photographic
posing. They sometimes came with other friends who shared common
interests. One of the most interesting and unexpected was Dr. Samuel
Winslow. He was a big, bearded man who taught anatomy at the University.

Physically, he was an impressive man, I would have thought more suited to
be a blacksmith than a professor. He had served in the cavalry during the
Civil War and thus had a baptism of fire into anatomy, seeing it in the
horrendous wounds of battle.

I thought of anatomy in terms of what organ is where in the body. For an
artist the skeletal and muscular systems are great importance. Winslow was
interested in the way the organs worked and interrelated. He seemed to
think of the human body as a machine of extraordinary complexity and
sophistication.  I knew this with respect to the heart as the driving force
of the circulation system.

While Winslow understood this, he was also interested in the role of the
brain and emotions in the way the system worked. While a locomotive is a
machine of great complexity and elaboration, it does not respond to
emotion, pain or pleasure. It responds only to switches and mechanical
controls.

A locomotive does not select the fuel it uses, it does not anticipate a
curve ahead and make any necessary adjustments. While the locomotive may be
the most complex man made machine, the human body is much more
sophisticated in every way. This aspect of Dr. Winslow's studies was easy
to understand. He wanted to learn the biological switches that control the
human body.

Winslow thought that the ultimate expression of his human complexity was
sex and sexual satisfaction. He felt this involved a complex
interrelationship between physical and emotional factors.

Dr. Winslow was a great admirer of Mr. Darwin and his theories of
evolution. Winslow was also a Presbyterian with a fondness for
pre-destination.  This struck me as odd, but Winslow believed that
evolution was an expression of divine order.

I also found his interest in sex between men to be unexpected. Winslow was
a scientific man and firmly believed in scientific observation and
experimentation. For him sexual experimentation with women was impossible,
since it might result in pregnancy. A woman who might participate in such
experiments would be regarded as a fallen woman and have her reputation
ruined even if her motives were purely scientific.

Sex between men did not have these problems. There was no potential for
pregnancy, and there was no way to tell if a man was a virgin
afterwards. Winslow recognized that society tended to admire sexually
active men. They were just being men; they weren't sluts.  It was a double
standard and while it might be unjust, it was the way of the world.

His experience in the war affected his thinking. He knew that men could
become deeply attached to other men and that sometimes this attachment
found sexual expression. He had been surprised when he first found it, but
soon saw it as a perfectly human characteristic. He understood that it is
hard to feel deeply about another person and avoid all sexual expression of
these feelings. He had seen too many men hugging and caressing the dead
bodies of the men they loved to be shocked. He knew that some must have
done the same when they were alive.

Winslow was a realistic man. His connection to Marcus and Delmar was
originally scientific, but it evolved. They were good looking, attractive
men, but Winslow found himself drawn to one of their friends, a man named
Gustav Held. Gustav was a German born man who made glass lenses. He
originally did only spectacles, but he also did microscopes and telescope
lenses. He had just finished a large lens for a local university.

Gustav was not physically attractive. He was bald with a bushy, mutton chop
beard. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, and twinkled. Unmarried, he
had encountered Marcus and discovered a common interest in man sex. Naked,
he could have illustrated the missing link between primitive man and modern
man. He wasn't hairy; he had a pelt. Winslow, Marcus and Delmar brought him
to my studio.

He possessed one attractive feature other than his enquiring mind; his cock
was a monster. Indeed it might have been regarded as a deformity if it were
any organ other than the cock. When Winslow saw it for the first time he
asked Gustav if he could bequeath it to a museum after his death.  It was
long and thick. His balls were impressive too, but didn't approach the
scale of his penis.

Gustav wasn't the sort of man who was attractive to women. He was always
properly dressed and his clothes gave no evidence of the massive organ. The
soft cock rarely shows any clear indication of its erect state anyway. I
had little actual experience with oversized organs, but they were easy to
photograph. This was especially true of intimate shots.

Due to my peculiar photographic specialty I had noticed that some
impressive soft cocks inflate very little, while some distinctly small ones
grow in a spectacular fashion.  Gustav looked good soft and even better
hard. When Marcus and Delmar found him, they were impressed.  They were all
but insatiable when it came to sexual activities.

When Gustav came to his first session at the studio, he was uneasy and
shy. I will say that he relaxed quickly.  Dr. Samuel Winslow was there with
my assistant Clive. Marcus introduced us all.  The Professor seemed to make
Gustav more nervous. He bowed to the professor. I had heard that professors
were greatly respected in Germany.  We all disrobed together and as soon as
Gustav's magnificent organ was on view, all was well. Even shy men like to
be admired.

"What a beauty!" Samuel exclaimed.

"Holy cow!" Clive added.

"Did I tell you men that Gustav possesses one of the Seven Wonders of the
World?" Marcus asked rhetorically.

"I think you mentioned it was memorable," Samuel said.

"It looks too big to do anything with it," Clive remarked. "It would split
me in half."

Gustav's cock responded to the praise. That didn't make it any smaller.
His cock head a just begun to peel open the foreskin when Samuel dropped to
his knees and began to lick the swelling organ.  I was shocked. Dr. Winslow
rarely participated in the sexual games. He was now doing an imitation of a
carnival sword swallower. Clive was fully erect by now and Gustav looked at
him with interest.

"Let me get the camera ready now," I said. "I would hate to have the
session over before I take a shot!"  There was laughter and Samuel
stood. We went to the posing area.

"I am sorry to have jumped the gun," Samuel said to Gustav. "I was
inspired."

"I appreciated the attention," Gustav replied. "It was lovely."  He reached
out and fondled Samuel's cock. Samuel jumped a little.

"I'm sorry," Gustav said as he withdrew his hand.

"There is no need to be sorry at all," Samuel said. He reached over to
Gustav's hand and returned it to the position on his cock. "It was good,"
he said as he stroked Gustav's organ.

I had just witnessed two men who seemed to have felt an immediate sexual
attraction. That was certainly true of Samuel and as soon as Gustav
recognized Samuel's interest, he responded. To a lesser degree, I also
found that Clive and I responded too. You could almost feel it in the air.

While there was a definite sexual atmosphere in the studio that afternoon,
there was another feeling. It was of camaraderie. It seemed as if we were
all sharing the same warm feelings. While I liked Marcus and Delmar, they
were handsome men who were a couple. They were complete as a couple,
although they liked to share the wealth as it were.

Dr. Winslow, Gustav, Clive and I were average men. Marcus and Delmar could
pick and choose who they played with.  Gustav liked sexual activity and he
was pleased that you would join him. Marcus and Delmar was nice men and
they weren't offensive at all. Indeed they were polite and courteous at all
times, but it was different with Gustav.

Marcus and Delmar were willing to engage in sexual relations with Clive,
but Gustav was excited and pleased we were willing to play with him. Sex
had been rare in his life, and he was pleased as punch. He was by no means
as experienced as Marcus, but he was willing. He was also a man of science
and he found the Doctor and me interesting company.

The camera was one of the wonders of the age. As a lens maker he was
interested and understood the principles. To most people, the camera as
almost magic. He was interested in developing a lens that could work for
close up shots. He also subscribed to some German journals and was aware of
some new experimentation with paper and chemicals that could be used in
place of glass negatives. He knew of Mr. Eadweard Muybridge's work in high
speed exposures and he understood the principles of the process.

While Gustav was a modest man, he was proud of his oversized organ and my
photographs of it excited him. He had no problem maintaining an erection,
he felt the need to stop for an exposure reduced the sexual experience. Let
me be frank here.  There was no evidence the delays effected his sexual
performance of the pleasure involved. Even in along exposure that was
evident.

The session with Marcus and Delmar was good. When they left, Gustav and
Samuel stayed. It was getting late in the afternoon and the light was
fading. We sat in the warm conservatory of my house-studio and talked.  We
had a good conversations about photography and science.  Gustav understood
Samuel's interest in the science of sex and my interest in optical
devices. I broke out the sherry and the conversation became animated. It
was getting late.

"Is there any chance you gentlemen would be interested in some
non-scientific sexual activity?" Samuel asked.  "I must confess the
afternoon's activities have left me feeling .  .  . needy."  I was shocked
at his directness, but I felt the same way.

"I would like that, Herr Doctor," Gustav said. "I am large. Sometimes it is
not easy."

"Would I insult you if I said your magnificent penis is some of the
attraction?" Samuel said. Gustav just smiled. We left the conservatory and
went to my bedroom. I became very excited.  In the studio I tried to be
professional and treated the shoots as scientific experiments. That was not
the case in my bedroom.

Both Gustav and Samuel were excited. That excitement seemed to spread to
me.  I am normally reserved ad quiet, but as they became involved, I became
involved. As the excitement grew, I joined them with equal passion.

My ideal partner would have been a handsome young man, athletic and
sophisticated. Neither Gustav nor Samuel were that type. I wasn't
particularly attracted to them. But for some reason, that improved the
sexual pleasure. Looking back several days later, I realized that since I
hadn't been that attracted to them I could relax. I was often afraid I
would do something wrong and offend my playmate. That wasn't a problem with
them.

I wasn't expecting true love so I could relax and go for physical
pleasure. To give some idea of how inexperienced I was, I didn't understand
that intense sexual feelings often translate into a deep emotional
attachment. Perhaps that should have been obvious, but it surprised me.

There were other surprises. Trevor had slipped his cock into my ass a few
times. It had been modestly pleasurable for both of us, although I think he
felt greater pleasure. I knew that was deeply pleasurable for Marcus and
Delmar. I assumed that reflected their own preferences.

My sexual experiences had also been static. I would get on my knees and
suck Trevor, or he would do the same to me. With three of us in a single
bed, the situations was fluid and changing. It seemed as if everywhere I
turned there was an erect cock begging to be sucked.

Gustav was an ordinary looking man but he was a gentle and considerate
playmate. He made love to my cock, he didn't just suck it. I tried to copy
his approach as I sucked Samuel. I wasn't as skilled as Gustav, but the
doctor appreciated my efforts. As I took care of Samuel, Gustav's tongue
strayed towards my hole. This was totally unexpected, and much more
pleasurable than I would have guessed.

That seemed to intensify my efforts to give Samuel pleasure. I began to
taste a sweet liquid oozing from his cock. I didn't know if it was a liquid
or a jelly. Whatever it was, it was good. A little later we switched
positions and I was at Gustav's spigot. His drool was not as sweet as
Samuel's but it was more plentiful. It was a continuous stream of genital
juices. He was sucking Samuel and when he swallowed the entire organ, the
flow increased.

As we played, the feelings of intimacy increased. This hadn't happened with
Trevor. Sex with him was enjoyable, but it was almost mechanical. It was as
if when you flipped switch one, two and three in the right order you would
have an orgasm. Now an orgasm can only be so bad, but with Gustav and
Samuel, it was uncharted territory. As I sucked Gustav I discovered what
excited him and I knew he had learned about my tastes as he sucked me. It
was a voyage of exploration, not a mechanical exercise.

I later realized that as I learned about Samuel and Gustav, I learned about
myself. Introspection isn't one of my characteristics. I was excited by
many of the things that excited my friends. I simply hadn't admitted this
to myself.

I had one more discovery that afternoon. I returned to Samuel's cock and
Gustav's tongue returned to my ass. A little later something bigger and
much harder was at my ass. I couldn't decide what to do, but my ass began
to twitch and I began to undulate my hips. I was unsure about taking the
horse cock. My ass wasn't unsure at all.

Gustav was gentle he took his time. At first it seemed that he was using
his boated knob to massage my hole. It may sound odd, but he was both
gentle and determined. The only lubricant we had was spit and his own
natural juices. It was painless but not without stress. It didn't seem to
be possible that it would fit.

It took a while to get his knob on the dark side of my sphincter, but he
did it. That was deep enough, I thought. He pushed still deeper and
suddenly I was in a place I had never been. I was floating in an ocean of
pleasure. Just when it seemed as if there couldn't be more pleasure than I
felt, suddenly there would be a wave of indescribable pleasure.

I was in a storm of pleasure and suddenly found lightning bolts of pleasure
exploding in my ass.  I couldn't believe a man could feel so much. I don't
know exactly happened, but it was good. I do remember eating Samuel's man
cream as he spurted it into my mouth. A little later I felt Gustav shooting
his man seed into my ass, as Samuel was at my cock sucking up my own ball
juices.

When things calmed down, I fell asleep for a little while. I woke when
Gustav eased his cock into my ass again.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It was so beautiful I have to do it again."  I felt
the same way. Eventually he went home and I had a chance to think. Actually
it took a day or two before I was able to get control of my emotions and
begin to figure out what happened.

The doctor dropped by and few days later. "Are you all right?" he
asked. "It was intense."

"I am fine," I replied. "I think I am still disoriented. It's almost as if
I am dizzy. I didn't know a man could feel so much."

"I could tell, but I wasn't sure what you were feeling," Samuel said. "I
have never had a man's organ in my rear. I don't have any real sense of
what it feels like." He paused. "Can you tell me?"

"I don't know," I replied. "It was so personal and intimate. It's
embarrassing. We were all naked but I was totally naked. It seemed too
much."

"Do you remember taking Latin and Greek and giggling about the naked men
and women and the orgies of ancient times?" he asked. "We know sexual
rituals were a basic part of the ancient world and of most primitive
peoples. When our teachers alluded to them it was normally as the evil, pre
Christian world, filled with sin and debauchery. I think it was much more
than that."

"I think it was celebrating the creative urge. In the orgasm men and women
are all but divine. They are creating life out of all but nothing," Samuel
continued. "Sex and sexual ecstasy aren't sinful, they are part of
creation."