Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 07:58:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plato's Lodge 10

Plato's Lodge 10
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, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


Alistair wasn't the only sexually limited man who needed broader
experiences. Indeed a good portion of Philadelphia's male population had
limited experience. It was a particular problem with well bread men from
good families. They were trained to be gentlemen, and sex had no real role
in a gentleman's upbringing. Most figured it out by themselves, but those
who were virtuous were trapped.

The obedient sons who had a religious or scholarly bent were doubly
trapped. They did what they were told, not realizing the price. While,
there are some men with low sexual drive, I now realize sex is a basic part
of human nature. I had thought it was a minor feature.  I thought of sex as
the rear porch of a great mansion. While it was a part of the overall
composition, it was insignificant in comparison to the rest of the house.

I have now concluded sex wasn't the rear porch; it is the ballroom. It is
the center for enjoyment and happiness. You can live without enjoyment, but
you pay a steep price. I knew many older men who had turned into bitter and
unhappy persons. Their interpretation of a good life did not include
enjoyment. There were no dances, parties or balls.  There were no intimate
and warm connections with friends, no intimate relations.

Alistair came back to the Lodge two days later.  He told me how much he had
enjoyed his visit here, and craved more experience.  After we talked for a
half hour, someone knocked on the door. It was Franklin with a friend.  I
wasn't sure I liked having Franklin using my house as a play area for his
conquests.  It was my house, not a public facility.

His guest was an older businessman, who was obviously most uncomfortable. I
decided this wasn't the time to talk with Franklin. The man looked both
frightened and excited.  Franklin introduced him as Socrates Smith and I
told him I was Wistar Melville.  Once we were properly introduced, the man
relaxed some. I guessed he was a conventional man who felt more comfortable
when things were proper. I asked them in and we went to the sunroom where
Alistair was sitting.

Socrates was tall and a bit portly. He was bald and sported impressive
sideburns and a drooping mustache. I think he was in his late forties or
early fifties. Alistair liked him as soon as their eyes met. In some ways,
Alistair was Socrates thirty years earlier.  Usually the transition from
conversation to sexual activity is uneasy for inexperienced men. Franklin
took care of that.

"Men, I came here for some rip roaring sex, not conversation," Franklin
said. "Let's all get naked and see what happens?"

"Here?" Socrates asked, looking about the room.

"Here and now!" Franklin exclaimed. "Just think of Plato's Lodge as a home
for the sexually needy. Everyone who visits the lodge comes to love
it. This is where you can do the things you've always wanted to do, but
were afraid to do."

Socrates smiled weakly. "There is not much I'm not afraid of and very
little I have done."

Alistair and Franklin had begun to strip. Socrates and I joined them. I
think Socrates was afraid to be naked in a group of dressed men. He was
willing to be part of a group.

Socrates had nothing to be ashamed of when he was naked. He was a bear-like
man with a hairy body and a bit of a gut. His bush hid most of his uncut
tool, but he was easily excited. Franklin and Alistair were already fully
erect, and I was well on the way.  Socrates brought up the rear. His organ
was unusually thick and wide. He had an ass stretcher, not an ass
prober. As his thick foreskin pulled back to expose the knob a bead of man
juice glistened on his slit.

Alistair and I both dropped to our knees and our tongues met at the
slit. It didn't take much to get Socrates excited.

"I'm going to shoot off!" Socrates exclaimed.

"That's what we are here for," Franklin said, "Try to calm down and hold
back some. Don't think you can shoot off and get to go home. I've set my
mind to draining your balls. That takes three or four orgasms.  The
afternoon is young."

Remarkably, Socrates was able to hold back. Perhaps ten minutes later he
gave up the fight and let himself enjoy the sensations. I was at his
spigot, and took the first spurt. I think it was hard for him to do it, but
he allowed himself to respond and react.  Once that happened, all was well.

He had a spectacular orgasm. His whole body shook and twitched.  He spayed
all three of us with his plentiful man seed. While I had the first shoot,
Alistair set himself the task of licking up the rest. That was both time
consuming and enjoyable.

Alistair was careful to suck up any leftover sperm that drooled from
Socrates' cock and balls. While his first ejaculations went two or three
feet, his later ejaculations oozed from his cock and coated his
privates. Alistair's greedy little tongue got every drop.

While they were occupied, Franklin took care of me. Franklin was a sex
machine, ready, willing and able to do anything sexual. I had always been
in a group with Franklin, so his shared his sexual enthusiasm with all.
Here I was the sole recipient of his efforts.

Franklin was active, energetic and almost double-jointed. Somehow, his
cock, asshole or mouth seemed to be everywhere. We sucked each other and
then he seemed to be in a slightly crazed effort to see how many ways he
could get his cock into my ass. We tried it from the rear, on my back,
sitting on it facing him and later facing away. All positions were
successful for me and for Franklin. Franklin had a long, but comparatively
thin cock.  It fit everywhere. He firmly believed the more excited his
playmates became, the better it would be for him.

Franklin was somewhat scientific about his sexual interests. He was a
sensual explorer. He wanted to know what excited me most. He got me into
some convoluted positions

Our antics gave Socrates a primer in fucking, and Alistair let him know he
was willing. Alistair was a novice at anal sex, and I was afraid that
Socrates might be too thick for him. Socrates was worried he would hurt the
young man. He wanted more lubricant.

Franklin became their advisor. He stroked his always-erect cock and shot
his load at Alistair's ass.  I held Alistair's legs, so he was wide
open. Franklin then used his knob to push the glistening cream into
Alistair's ass.

"Man cream is the best lubricant," Franklin explained, "and my special brew
is the best of the best." Next, Socrates nudged his cock unto Alistair's
hole. It was effortless. Alistair opened wide. He moaned as the thick plug
filled him.

We talked as Socrates screwed Alistair.  We found out that while Socrates
had a wife and four children, his wife had never felt sexual pleasure. She
obeyed as was proper for a wife, but she never enjoyed sex, she simply
tolerated it. "She loves the children, but thinks sex is degrading," he
explained. "I've never been able to get her to understand the
inconsistency. We stopped sexual relations sixteen years ago."

"Have you tried a whore?" Franklin asked.  Socrates looked shocked.

"That is degrading!" he exclaimed. He obviously didn't find that fucking
another man was degrading. He continued to thrust as he talked. He began to
thrust wildly and then moaned as he filled Alistair's ass with his man
seed. The warm seed pushed Alistair to his orgasm.

"You were wonderful," Alistair said, "just wonderful." Socrates glowed.

Socrates and Alistair had both enjoyed sex.  This was a new experience for
Socrates. For the first time he was appreciated for a manly act. He was a
good man, and I assumed his wife was a good woman, but the expectations of
our society made it impossible for her to enjoy her husband. I wondered how
many of the thousands of women who died in childbirth every year hating the
prospect of another child.

I understood that childbirth was a risky proposition under the best
circumstances. Death was always a possible outcome. With each additional
pregnancy, the chances of survival diminished. Some men could essentially
kill their wives and actually get sympathy for a murder by
childbirth. Women were easily available.  A man could easily replace a wife
with an old maid, or a girl from a poorer family.

No one had ever appreciated or shared Socrates' orgasm. Alistair, Franklin
and I appreciated his orgasms, and shared his pleasure. Socrates felt good
and was proud of his sexual prowess. Luckily, he was able to admit he
enjoyed the pleasure. Some men believe pleasure is evil and the creations
of the devil. Socrates wasn't one of these men. He was capable of enjoying
life.

Socrates visited the Lodge periodically.  I wouldn't say regularly, but
perhaps monthly. All of his encounters at the lodge were successful. He
remained shy, but was willing and a good partner. He always climaxed and
made sure his partner climaxed too. Franklin, who wasn't a religious man,
felt almost saintly for finding Socrates and introducing him to the world
of sex.

Franklin's vision of saintliness was rather peculiar. For many Christians,
the world was dark and filled with ugliness and sin. Temptation, sin, evil
and death were at the core of human existence. Franklin's world was a place
of beautiful vistas, and of pyrotechnic sunsets. The fruitful earth was a
glorious place of continuous creation. Human beings were all potentially
beautiful and capable of love and feeling pleasure.

I wasn't entirely sure Franklin's god was Christian, although a friend of
mine pointed out St. Francis of Assisi might have worshiped Franklin's god.
I am quite sure Franklin's version of saintliness involved much more sex
than did St. Francis' vision.

The next month was filled with changes. Rodney took a position in New
York. I had an empty room and more importantly, I lost a friend. Rodney
described the position and the salary in New York was such that no
reasonable man could reject it. Rodney was the man who made the Lodge what
it was.  He was the founding member.

A week before he left Rodney introduced me to a friend, Daniel
Foote. Mr. Foote was a lecturer in Medicine and a scientist. He was
personable and friendly, enthusiastic about his studies and excited to be
in Philadelphia. He came from a small college in Ohio and there was little
intellectual stimulation there. His primary interest was in human anatomy,
but Rodney informed me that he was most interested in human sexuality.

"Rodney, don't express things so directly," Daniel protested. "Wistar will
think I am a libertine!"

I smiled. "I count several libertines among my acquaintances, tucked among
the Quakers and Episcopalians," I replied. Daniel and Rodney laughed at
that.

"I assume all is well as long as they are Republicans!" Daniel added.  He
had a sense of humor.

Rodney explained that Daniel had heard there was a room available at the
Lodge and was interested in renting it. "Daniel lives in a rooming house
run by a Quaker lady of the most upright sort. We know each other and I
realized that Daniel is more partial to those who are erect, rather than
upright. I thought he might like it here."

"When Rodney told me of this place I thought he was describing a fantasy,
not an actual place," Daniel said.

"Wistar, I described some of our good times here to Daniel in very direct
terms," Rodney explained. "He was shocked in some ways, but more intrigued
than shocked."

"I have not been a particularly sexual man," Daniel said softly. "My mother
thought sex was degrading to women. I had not considered sex with other
men."  He paused.  "That is until I met Rodney.  It was a revelation."

"Rodney can be a convincing man," I said.

"This may sound odd coming from a man of science, but I had not understood
the possible intensity of sexual relations," Daniel said. "I knew it was
mildly pleasurable, but associated sexual overindulgence with persons of
the lower orders and deviates.  I didn't think a man in my position could
feel those things."

"You know better now?" I asked.

"I do," he replied. "Would you think badly of me if I told you I want to
feel more? Rodney tells me his sexual experiences here have been the best
he had ever known. I want the same experience." Daniel was a distinguished
looking man, tall with dark hair and clear, blue eyes.  At first, I assumed
he was older than I was, but his bushy beard made him look older.

At this point Feodor, the Russian Sculptor, and the Professor Williams
arrived. Daniel was obviously taken by the men. He knew of the Professor,
but hadn't met him. Rodney was a distinctively handsome man.  Both the
Professor and Feodor were more masculine than handsome. Feodor was
brawny. Daniel seemed to like this.

I understood Daniel's interest in sex, but I wondered if rooming at the
Lodge might not be too much. I enjoyed the Lodge's steady diet of sexual
experiences. It could easily seem excessive to an outsider.  Of course,
Rodney was the man who made the lodge what it was.  He must have suspected
something about Daniel that was particularly well suited for the lodge's
particular arrangement.

It was a slightly chill afternoon and Rodney suggested we adjourn to his
bedroom where he had a fire burning. Of course, we all knew what that
meant. Once in the bedroom, we stripped. I noted that Daniel was in the
forefront. His eyes lit up as he gazed at the naked men. The room was small
for five men, but it was intimate and cozy. Daniel was talking with
Professor Williams and Rodney, so I slipped to the floor and licked
whichever cock was nearest.

Feodor joined me on the floor and we shared the generous display of male
organs.  Rodney hung back. I think he wanted Daniel to make new
friends. When I rose to take a break, the professor slipped to the floor
and worshiped at Daniel's cock.

"You don't need to do that, Sir," Daniel said.  I don't think he expected a
distinguished professor to be willing to take his cock. He didn't realize
that cocks have no rank and no interest in class distinctions. Sexually
excited, naked men have different standards than fully clothed men walking
in the street. In the street, the gentleman's suit sets him apart from the
rough clothes of the laborer. Naked men have interests that are more
primitive. Primitive may be the wrong word. Basic or elemental interests
may be a better way to explain it.

Owning extensive properties or having thousands of dollars in the bank has
no relationship to sexual pleasure and enjoyment.  Your bank account does
not affect the sensations you feel during an orgasm. Wealth doesn't make
your sperm creamier, or your ass tighter. All the worldly things barely
alter basic sexual drives and needs.

I know that an artist, banker or laborer can suck a cock equally well. The
sexual pleasure I feel with a man is unrelated to his financial status,
family background or his educational level. I know there are many gold
diggers looking for wealthy men, and that many men look for heiresses, but
the wealth doesn't change the level of sexual pleasure.  Thus, one finds
the husband of the heiress with a mistress, or the lady of the house
attracted to a groom.

Daniel possessed a beautifully shaped cock. I would guess it was on the
high side of average, but it was big enough to please those who were into
size, but not so big as to scare away potential playmates. He had a large
cock head crowning a curved shaft. His balls hung low. He was moderately
hairy, but he seemed to like other hairy men, if his interest in Feodor was
any indicator.

Daniel was briefly uneasy, but he soon adapted to the situation. Professor
Williams shocked him by his openness, but Daniel soon discovered you could
get use to having a man's tongue caress your cock easily. I soon realized
Dan's strong suit was coaxing cream from his playmates balls. Daniel loved
to suck.

I later found out he had successful enjoyed Rodney's member, but by sucking
four men, he quadrupled his pleasure. Professor Williams, Feodor and I had
quite different organs and Daniel was in heaven sampling them all. Dan may
have been new to the sexual arts, but he was a naturally gifted
cocksucker. When Feodor climaxed in his mouth, the warm man-seed just
increased the pleasure.

As Rodney and I watched him slurp up Feodor's cream Rodney whispered, "I
had a feeling Daniel would love this.  He was shy, but I thought meeting
you would solve that problem."

"Me?"

"You are sexual without being aggressive," Rodney explained. He leaned
closer to me. "Dan's ass is virgin, that needs to change."

"That is too much for a first meeting!" I protested.

"He's ready. His ass is virgin, but not untouched. My fingers made a few
exploratory trips up his ass. His prostate is in full working order and
liked the attention," Rodney explained. I still wasn't sure. I thought we
might be going too fast.

Feodor and Professor Williams discovered otherwise. Feodor was talking with
Dan when the professor used a well-lubricated finger to do his own
explorations. They were on a bed, and the professor used another finger in
Feodor's ass. That was a good choice. Dan wasn't alone and Feodor became
most amorous.

Daniel was so hard it looked as if his cock hurt. There was a little gap
between the two men. I was able to straddle Daniel and sit on his
member. That was the first time his cock felt the tight warmth of an ass.
His cock twitched a few times, but he didn't have a full-scale orgasm.

Daniel loved it. I bounced gently on his cock and wiggled my ass to
stimulate his member. I later found out that Daniel had a well-developed
sense of fair play. He assumed that once he had enjoyed a man ass, he was
obligated to open his own hole for general use. Had he asked me about that
I would have told him that was not true. I was seeking pleasure for myself;
he incurred no obligations. He did not ask.

It was a pleasant experience.  I was surprised when my cock began to spurt
hands free. This excited Daniel greatly. He hadn't realized the intensity
of feeling I felt.  He had assumed the pleasure was all his and I was
simply being a good host by giving him pleasure. He could see he wasn't
hurting me, but had no idea of the intensity of feelings his cock generated
in my ass.

 When I got up off the cock, the professor moved into position. He knew
more of what Daniel wanted than Daniel did.

"Did you feel it when Wistar climaxed?" the professor asked.

"Yes I did. I felt his ass contract. It was beautiful."

"Has anyone been in your ass?"

"You mean the penis?" Daniel asked. "Rodney has fingered me, nothing more
than that."

"Was it good?" Professor Williams asked. Daniel nodded.

"A penis is much better," the professor said. "Let me be direct. I think my
own member would be the best. Let me confess, the thought that I would be
the first to be in you excites me greatly."

"Do you think I would climax without manual assistance like Wistar just
did?  That was exciting to see," Daniel asked.

The professor smiled. "I can't promise you that. I can promise you that I
will climax in you. Every drop of semen in my balls will be in your ass
when I'm done. You will not be a virgin anymore, but a new world of sexual
sensation and pleasure will open for you."

"A can you assure me, I will like it?" Daniel asked.

"No I can't, but I will do everything in my power to make it pleasurable
for you," the professor said. "I want to do this again, many times. Your
pleasure is important to me."

The professor's cock was oversized for a first fuck in my opinion, but
Daniel was willing. We used lubricant, and the professor was
gentle. Rodney, Feodor and I encouraged Daniel and gave advice.  Rodney
knew Daniel's tits were sensitive and he played with them.  When there was
difficulty, Rodney pinched the tits; the Professor's cock slid in a few
more inches in response. It was almost magic.

While the Professor's cock was a challenge for Daniel, once it was in, all
was well.  The Professor's enthusiasm and Daniel's pleasure mounted as they
came to know each other. Williams was both gentle and aggressive. I think
Daniel liked masculine men, and the Professor met that requirement.

When Rodney moved to New York the next week, Daniel Foote moved in. Daniel
didn't have the wide range of friends as Rodney, but he was an attractive
man and soon had many friends and playmates.