Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 18:01:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plato's Lodge 4

Plato's lodge 4:

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that, DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, 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.


One of the great advantages of philosophy for a timid and retiring person
such as me is its abstraction. One can wallow in deep thoughts, yet avoid
the problems of day-to-day life. The Classics have a similar advantage.
Granted, there are many tales of treachery, betrayal, licentiousness and
perversion in ancient times, but these are safely tucked 1,500 years
ago. One can safely wallow in debauchery vicariously, without tainting
oneself morally. The abstraction is an advantage to a timid person.

When you consider the sexual life of an ancient philosopher, there is an
intellectual problem.  Philosophy is abstract and theoretical; sexual
activity must be the least abstract and theoretical of all activities. One
does not need to understand sex to practice it. Sex is physical, not
theoretical.

I think we also have a preference to turn our heroes into pure and chaste
paragons.  I wonder if such a pure, chaste and ethereal creature can be an
actual human being. If such a person existed, would their thoughts be of
any value since they would be so different from every other human on earth?
Can you be a human being without a desire for sex?

It strikes me that religion may confuse these matters. We all fall short of
the religious ideal. Is that because we are born to sin and degradation, or
is it a false ideal? At one point, my father hired a tutor to guide men in
my studies.  That tutor, Mr. Giles, believed one had to be right on all
subjects. I did very poorly, indeed, not only did I fail for the first time
in my life, I dismally failed.

My father looked over my tests, compositions and exercises and then
discharged Mr. Giles in the firmest way. I was shocked.  I hadn't realized
my father had a temper.  I also hadn't realized my father would defend me
so rigorously.

My father explained to me that when Mr. Giles found a single error on a
mathematics test, I failed the test. If there was a single spelling error
or grammatical problem in an essay, I failed. Mr. Giles accepted only
perfection. Anything else was abject failure. My father was a stickler for
these things too, and, incidentally, discovered Mr. Giles was not as
perfect as he thought he was. My Father thought perfection in an
eleven-year-old-boy was unlikely. My father believed Mr. Giles was not just
unreasonable; he was unjust.

Plato, Aristotle and Socrates were great men, but they were men.  They must
have felt the same emotions and had the same needs that we feel. I am not a
bold or adventurous man, but for some reason I got on my knees and took the
semi-erect organ of the greatest poet of our age into my mouth. I was
shocked at my boldness. Walt was shocked too, but when I worked my tongue
into his foreskin, I found his cock was racing to meet it. I had no idea
what he was thinking, but I knew his body liked it.  He knew the love of an
individual man, but had no experience of the fellowship found at Plato's
Lodge.  Looking back, I think he needed physical contact with other men. I
knew he had friends, admirers and colleagues.  He lacked the physical
contact with a group of like-minded men.

When his cock reached the tip of my tongue, I could taste a hint of his
manly juices on his slit.  His foreskin was loose and I swirled my tongue
around his knob and licked the tender connection between his skin and the
cock head. There too I tasted his juices.  They must have been oozed in
anticipation of his visit to the Lodge. When my tongue caressed this tender
part of his anatomy, fresh juices began to flow freely.

I was excited, but I think Walt was more excited. He took to group sex like
a fish to water.  I knew what he was feeling.  I had been in the same
situation weeks before when I met Rodney for the first time. Having Julian
and Rodney sucking my cock seemed like the most natural thing in the
world. I loved it.  Walt loved it too; he was fully erect now.

Once the barrier was down, Walt joined in with enthusiasm. Seth was
standing next to us and he went for his cock. Walt's cock spurted a glob of
his ball juices when his lips encountered Seth's cock.  Cocks don't lie.
The cock of a common carpenter excited Walt. A little later, the
well-educated Professor's cock inspired the same reaction when Walt tasted
it.

Two hours later, I understood every cock excited Walt.  I felt the same
way.  For years, I hadn't admitted I was attracted to men.  When I first
experienced man sex with a group of men who were manly, un ashamed and
proud of their sexual needs, the clouds cleared; the sun came out and I had
a new life.

As my tongue licked Walt's knob, all his timidity, all his fears, and all
his inhibitions vanished. He was in love. I don't think he was in love with
any one of us.  He was in love with all of us, with mankind. I also think
he fell in love with himself. There was a part of him he was afraid of that
embarrassed him.  He loved men and when he finally indulged his desires, he
was free.

I understood that too. I wasn't sure if I overcame my fears, or if the
pleasure I received from the sexual acts was so great, I didn't care
anymore. As I sucked Walt's cock, he cried out and released the total
contents of his balls. I had to swallow twice. As his seed gushed into my
mouth, I felt him relax.  He had the sexual release he needed.

For the next two hours, Walt made a thorough exploration of man-to-man sex
and there was nothing he didn't like. This was not an intellectual
exercise.  This was a physical exploration of our genitals and sexual
desires; He was open to all possibilities. He sucked everyone. He took a
voyage into anal sex in Rodney's ass. Thomas was the first to shoot in his
ass. He slurped up Seth's sperm and clearly had a taste for man seed. Paulo
was the first to take Walt's seed in his ass.

Walt was evenhanded.  He liked carpenters' cocks, the professors' cock and
the sculptor's cocks.  He also seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of
semen.  I think he had four orgasms, but I didn't know what he did when his
cock was in someone's mouth or ass.

He was older, and may have looked elderly because of his huge beard. At
first, I thought his cock was small, but it grew to full size as he
played. His manly glands were those of a young man. He certainly had no
problem maintaining an erection.

I wondered if young Greeks felt the same way as he sucked the manly juices
from Socrates or Plato's' cock. After a day of lectures and discussions,
did they settle down to a dinner, and then to a period of mutual
pleasure. I know in theory the younger men served the older men, but it is
hard to believe that some of the older men did not sample the seed of the
students.

How many of Leonidas' 300 had tasted the seed of their leader?  I assume it
was an honor to be the leaders beloved. While these relationships were
supposed to be only between young man and older mentors, it seemed unlikely
to me that affection developed over years could be turned off at a certain
age.

Late at night in a tent the night before a great battle, did not a warrior
slip off to sleep after depositing what might have been his final load in
the ass of his beloved friends. Would not Leonidas have opened his ass or
mouth for his friends' pleasure?  How many Spartans would have gone into
battle with his friend's sperm in their ass or remembering the taste of the
manly fluid in their mouths?

Our party broke off after several hours.  Walt returned several times,
sometimes bringing a friend. The most interesting of these was a young
Englishman named Edward Carpenter. He was a young Church of England Priest,
slim, bearded and handsome.  He was most uneasy when he encountered the
easy nudity of Plato's Lodge. I was there with Seth, Julian and the
Professor.

I think you could say Edward arrived at the lodge with a vision of
spiritual asexuality and left with a firm understanding of physical sex.
Educated at Cambridge, he spent most of his life up until now in the
rarefied atmosphere of academic life. He was most intelligent and
perceptive, but somewhat limited in his range of worldly experience. By
worldly experience, I do not mean sexual experience; I mean he had little
experience with persons outside the academic life.

Edward wanted this broader experience but didn't expect to find it naked in
my conservatory. Walt brought him to the house, but he failed to tell him
of the dress code. Edward stripped, but was most uncomfortable. Seth took
him under his wing. I thought meeting a common working man would shock
Edward. I had the feeling this was the first time he had socially met a man
of a lower station in life.

Seth is a friendly, simple and unaffected man. Edward took to him
immediately. It could have been no more than five minutes after they met
that they were chatting amiably as if they had known each other for
years. Seth was a naturally affectionate man. He liked men and often his
cock showed how much he like men. The sat on a settee and Seth put his arm
around Edward.

Seth cock began to firm up and Edward looked shocked, but pleased. Edward
was thin and moderately hairy; his cock looked small. As Seth got more
affectionate, Edward's organ enlarged.  It was surprisingly thick. Seth
fondled Edward's cock and pulled the skin back exposing the cock head. The
mushroom was a lovely shade of lavender.  When a bead of pre cum emerged,
Seth swirled it around the exposed glans.  "That feels good, doesn't it?"
he asked.

 Edward glanced around the room and saw everyone was at least partially
erect. "It does," he said.  "I can do some things that will feel a lot
better," Seth said.  He slipped to the floor and took Edward's cock into
his mouth. Walt came over to them and whispered into Edward's ear, "Seth is
a good man. You can relax and enjoy it. Everyone here enjoys the same
things. Don't worry."

"I'm afraid I might have a .  .  ." Edward said.  He was too shy to say the
word orgasm or climax.  Walt came over and said, "Seth's a good man; just
let nature take its course.  He played with Edward's tits as Seth sucked
his cock. A few minutes later Seth was the first man to taste Edward's man
seed. It was beautiful. Edward was shivering and twitching as Seth sucked
up his ball juices with obvious enthusiasm.

I think Edward suffered from post orgasmic let down.  He looked deflated.
Julian talked with him.  Julian told him the orgasm was the ultimate
physical experience and should be celebrated.

"This happened once with a friend at college, he was appalled and we never
spoke again," Edward said. "

"We are all men here, not boys," Julian said. "We enjoy each other and
share the enjoyment too. Our entire reproductive system is made for the
orgasm. It's natural; it is the basic foundation of human and all animal
survival."

"They say it makes you weak," Edward murmured.

"I can tell you for a fact, that is untrue," Seth interjected. He was
sitting with Edward and Julian. "I do it once or twice a day and more if I
can manage it. I'm strong like a bull." Edward smiled. As they talked, Walt
was in his back talking the Professors thick member in the ass. Walt was
moaning in pleasure. Edward looked somewhat taken aback, but his cock
returned to full staff.  After his massive orgasm, that was an achievement.
Edward stayed for the afternoon and eventually tasted Seth's home brew and
played with both the Professor and Julian.

While my experience with Whitman mixed philosophy and sexuality, other
visitors were more physical and less academic in their interests. Angus met
several businessmen, who formed the Race Street Merchants'
Association. These prosperous men were merchants and skilled
craftsmen. Angus first met Zebulon McMartin, a furniture maker. They became
friends and playmates. He invited him to visit Plato's Lodge.

Zebulon knew several other men who shared similar interests. Samuel Hurst
was a silversmith, Tully Nance, a blacksmith and Caleb Miller was a
dry-goods merchant. Samuel and Tully both had apprentices who were playful.

As a group, they were almost comically miss-matched. Tully and his
apprentice, Little Will were huge, crude looking men; Samuel was small and
almost delicate. His apprentice looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen,
but was almost 20 years old.

The only thing they had in common was their sexual interests. None had been
in a group situation before. According to Angus, they all had a limited
sexual repertoire, but were interested in experimenting. "Zebulon is well
equipped and ready for fun at a moment's notice.  His manly glands are in
full operating condition. He could bottle his cook ooze there is so much of
it," Angus said.  "He says some of the men are a bit crude, but all man.
He's not the delicate type, but he makes up in vigor for what he lacks in
refinement."

"You like the cock ooze?"  I asked.

"I confess I like everything about the cock, excepting piss," he
replied. "Some men just ooze a drop or two just before they pop their nuts.
Zebulon drools buckets from the second my tongue licks his knob." He
paused.  "I will warn you, it took some effort to get Zeb to slow down. He
was in my ass and shooting off in a minute or two."

"I take it you have tried to slow him down?

"Yes I have and with some success. I must admit he is an avid student of
all matters sexual," Angus said. "He is also willing to learn. He now
understands that the longer he is hard and stimulated, the better the sex
is.  He thought sex was the orgasm.  He now knows the buildup can be a most
enjoyable part of the experience."

I assumed this visit would be similar to my meeting with Seth and his
friends. After their visit, I realized the wide range of sexual activities,
preferences and tastes. These men were cruder and less sophisticated than
even my carpenter friends were. Uneducated crude men frankly frightened me.
I didn't demand that all my sexual partners have college degrees, or be a
great poet, but when I first met the Blacksmith, Tully Nance, I was
definitely uneasy.

Tully and his apprentice Little Will arrived at the Lodge earlier than the
other men.  They thought the party was to start at 1:00.  When I opened the
door and saw the two huge men I felt the way a Roman might have felt when
he opened the door to his Villa and found Attila the Hun and a henchman
there.  Tully was at least six-feet dour inches and 300 pounds.  Little
Will was six feet two and well over 200 pounds. I suspected ten or twenty
pounds may well have been in beard and body hair. They had made no barber
rich.

While I first thought of Attila, images of Blackbeard the Pirate soon came
to mind.  Little Willy made an effort to comb his hair; Tully wore his
beard in a braid.

"We're here for Angus," Tully announced. "You are his pal, Wistar?"

I nodded yes.  I could barely talk I was so uneasy. "Angus is out, but will
be back shortly," I murmured.

"He said you have a pond we could go swimming in," Little Will said. "We
need to clean up. We just fished a job in Haverford."  I decided I'd rather
have them at the pool than in the house. They needed a bath too, so I led
them to the pond.

They stripped and jumped in.  I returned to the house and got some soap.
It seemed to me that mere water would hardly get the grime of their
bodies. When I returned to the pond, they were frolicking in the water.
They appreciated the soap. That was a good sign.

"Come join us," Tully ordered. I wasn't sure I wanted to be naked in the
water with the two barbarians, but I was afraid to disobey.  At the time, I
didn't know that Tully always spoke in a tone of voice that sounded like an
order.

They looked like hairy gorillas.  Little Will was muscular and beefy. His
cock was thick and meaty looking, even soft.  Cleaned up he was somewhat
less scary looking. However, I certainly wouldn't want to meet him in a
dark alley.

Tully had pale skin, mostly covered in curly, black hair. He had blue eyes,
and pink tongue and very large pink nipples. His ball sack hung from his
crotch, holding apple sized balls. I had never seen balls like his except
on animals.

His cock was all but nonexistent. I saw the tip of his foreskin peeking out
from the tangle of pubic hair. Tully had a big belly. I thought he was fat
when I first saw him, but naked his belly was clearly was all muscle.

"Can anyone see us naked from the house?" Tully asked.

"Yes, but no one objects at all," I said. "My boarders are a most open
minded group of men."

"Would they mind if you washed my privates?" he asked. "They are on the
shady side of my gut and they get itchy if they aren't clean." He handed me
the soap. He knew the answer. I soaped up his ball sack.

"They are a handful, aren't they?" he commented.  "I'm a grower, not a
shower by the way. I've got nice one when it wakes up." little Will got
behind men and we soaped each other up. I got hard, as did they. Tully's
organ emerged from the pubic forest and was massive, like him.

"May I join you?" A voice with an English accent asked. It was Edward
Carpenter.

"The more the merrier!" Tully blurted out. Edward stripped and joined us in
the warm water of the pond. He was already fully hard.  "I like a man who's
friendly and ready for action," Tully said when he saw the erect organ.

Little Will bent over to suck Edward's cock. .  The games had begun. The
remainder of the Race Street Merchants arrived. Since we were already
deeply sexually involved, there was no uneasy period between meeting and
sex.

A half hour later, we were all friends. Edward was with Zebulon.  He had a
taste for wood workers.  Tully and Little Will were examples of Rousseau's
man-in-a state-of-nature.  They were straightforward, unlettered men,
simple and direct. While they were untouched by conventional manners, they
were friendly and kind. The other men were more conventional, but fun.

Angus told me Tully was the finest wrought iron maker in the
city. Untrained in elaborate work, he only needed a photograph or drawing
to create works of the greatest complexity and beauty. "He is a natural
artist," Angus explained. "Zebulon is much the same way.  He does much work
for Mr. Tiffany and the Herter Brothers in New York. He does excellent
inlay work."

Angus was correct, the men were very direct in their sexual wants, but they
were all willing to learn new skills. They were all polite in that they
asked permission, and didn't assume a playmate's willingness.

While I had been washing Tully I got a finger in his ass and found his
prostate. It was as large as his balls and very sensitive.  He loved
it. "I'd love to have a cock up there using it as a punching bag," he said.

"You like to take a cock?" I asked.

"I do for men I like," he replied. "I'd like to plow you, and I figure you
might let me in if you fuck me first."

"I'm not sure you would fit!" I said, "We just met!"

"We're not going to get married; we're just having some fun," Tully
said. "I don't need to be the first. Come see me when you've been opened
up."  He seemed to think that was a perfectly sensible approach. I wasn't
so sure. Samuel came over with his apprentice Isaac and I went with them.
Samuel was small and hairy; Isaac was small and smooth.  Both were uncut,
as I had guessed. They were more conventionally polite, but Isaac was very
sexually driven.  He sucked me as Samuel fucked him.

Isaac told me he had never been fucked by anyone other than Samuel and
never by an uncircumcised cock.  I knew he was willing. Samuel pulled out
of his ass and I went in. Isaac was tight, but willing. Unexpectedly,
Samuel mounted me as I mounted Isaac.  I was briefly annoyed, but soon it
felt so good, I didn't complain.

Isaac seemed to enjoy my uncut cock and Samuel's knob stimulated my
prostate in an unexpectedly pleasurable way. It was wonderful.
Unfortunately, the better sex is the shorter it lasts. When Samuel pulled
out, Zebulon came over to me. "This is beautiful place," he said. "Angus
told me about it, but I hadn't guessed it would be so nice." He paused.
"I've never done it with more than one man."

"Do you like it?"

"I could get use to this easy," he answered.  "It's strange to do it
without being worried about being caught. It's odd to have your privates
hanging out for everyone to see.  Strange but good." he stood in front of
me so I leaned over and licked some sperm drooling form his cock. He must
have shot off just before he came over to me. His cock twitched and oozed a
bigger blob of his ball cream.

""You like the cock juices?" he whispered.

"It seems I do."

"I do too," he said, "I'd never taken it straight from the spigot before. I
took Edward's load, I took it all, and damn that was good. Coming here is
like having been a slave and becoming free. I also didn't know men like you
would talk with men like us. Most treat craftsmen like servants."

"It seems to me, men are men," I said.

"Well, some men may be more men that others," he replied. "I can now
truthfully say our organs all work the same!"

I smiled. "I have the feeling you all have the all the manliness you need,"
I said.  I was looking at Tully and Little Will.  "Perhaps even double the
necessary manliness."

He laughed. "Tully has enough for three men," Zebulon observed.