Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2011 08:15:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plato's lodge 7

I think of myself as a reserved man.  Worsham made me seem like a
libertine.  His reserve was like a heavy cloak that concealed him from the
world. Franklin was by contrast a wild man, an unrestrained aborigine who
worshiped some primitive phallic god.

Logically, this should have been a disaster. Worsham and Franklin lived on
different planets. What struck me as a possible disaster was a good thing.
The two men had so little in common; it seemed to arouse Worsham's
scientific interests. It was as if he were in the darkest jungles of the
Amazon or the Congo and uncovered a new species of human being there.

Franklin was as enthusiastic as Worsham was reserved. One tended to be
carried along in his excitement.  I may have helped in some modest way,
since Worsham could recognize me as a reserved spirit like himself, and
that I was not shocked by Franklin's behavior reassured the doctor.

Another factor played a role.  The good Doctor had suppressed most if not
all or his natural inclinations. No matter how deeply and completely a man
might suppress such urges they must remain.  These urges are a part of
every animal's basic make up. In some was his reserve was the equivalent of
our modern dress. Once a gentleman puts on his coat, jacket, vest, shirt,
cravat, pants shoes, spats and hat, there was all but no way to recognize
the man beneath the mountain of clothes. The man was there, even if he was
shrouded in clothes.

When Worsham stripped, he did much more than exposed his body. He stripped
his ability to hide behind those clothes. Franklin loved cock and Worsham
had a beauty.  Defining a beautiful cock is difficult. Some simply regard a
large cock as beautiful. I sometimes fall into that category myself. The
Doctor was well beyond average in size, although more in thickness than
length. His knob was a beautiful mushroom, with a flared edge and
pinkish-lavender. His balls were oversized and contained in a generous and
quite hairy ball sack. You could see each egg sized orb clearly. The only
flaw in his genital equipment was his small slit; it was more a pinprick
than a slit. He had a bead of his cock juice quivering on his slit.

When dealing with a man like Worsham, I would have slowly eased him into
sexual activity. Franklin eased into nothing.  After swallowing Worsham's
cock the second he saw it, Franklin sucked him to a full erection. I was
standing next to them. Worsham leaned over and took my cock into his
mouth. It wasn't a passionate movement; it was more like a scientist
exploring a new discovery or perhaps a chef tasting a new dish. He moaned a
little, but I don't think it was my cock; it was Franklin's sucking.

"What am I tasting?" he asked.

"They are my sex juices," I said. "They ooze when I'm sexually excited." He
returned to my cock. Again, I think it was scientific interest.  I wouldn't
say he was a natural born cocksucker, but he was a fast learner. It took
about ten minutes for his own passion to overtake his scientific interests;
he finally surrendered himself to genital pleasure.



The three of us were together for almost three hours. Franklin was a
stallion in heat with unlimited energy. Worsham had fifty years of pent up
sexual needs. I think he had four of five orgasms, but as he spent a goodly
portion of his time in Franklin's or my ass, there may have been
more. Worsham had fucked his wife, so he understood the basics of fucking.

Franklin liked everything sexual, and he wanted to try Worsham's cock in
his ass. Worsham hesitated at first, but not for long. Franklin welcomed
the doctor's cock to his ass with enthusiasm. The Doctor was worried his
might hurt the wild man and was most careful, indeed timid.

"Doc, I don't want you to think I am a slut, but I could take the City Hall
tower up my ass and enjoy it," Franklin said. "Just shove it in and let's
see what happens!"  Needless to say, it was success, a great
success. Franklin's ass was a full-fledged sex organ. He was not a passive
participant; he did everything he could to manipulate Worsham's cock for
their mutual pleasure. I watched as Franklin's ass tenderly caressed the
doctor's rock hard shaft. It was beautiful.  Worsham's eyes glazed over and
eventually closed as he thrust deep into the model's body. He was in a
sexual trance. He shot off.

Franklin discovered that the Doctor's pinprick slit delivered sperm with
great force; he felt the hot man-seed tickle his rectum. That was a new
experience for him and he was vocal in his appreciation. The distinguished
doctor was not accustomed to the appreciation or the pleasure either. It
was an all-new world for him, a beautiful sensual world. Worsham didn't
fully lose his erection

Franklin wanted Worsham to fuck me so I could feel him shooting. Worsham
blushed; He had never been complimented on his sexual skills before.  My
own ass didn't approach Franklin's tunnel of love, but it was more than
adequate. He took me doggy style, and enjoyed that greatly. His orgasm was
all Franklin said it would be. It was like having a fire hose spurting in
my ass. I know several men had had sexual release in my ass, but it was
exciting to feel Worsham's ejaculations.

We went for a swim in our little pond and then returned to
sucking. Worsham's organ became even more attractive for me with I finally
tasted it. Worsham sat on a rock as I took his organ. Franklin got behind
me and eased his long snake into my ass.  It was very easy since Worsham's
sperm lubricated the way.  It was satisfactory for all of us.

Angus and Rodney joined us in the pool. Seeing naked men, sexually engaged
was nothing new to them. They swam some, joined us in conversation and
eventually in sex. Worsham was much taken by Angus and he enjoyed his
cock. I continued to suck the doctor as Franklin massaged my
ass. Unexpectedly, Rodney mounted Franklin. Franklin had never taken a cock
as he fucked another man. He was surprised, but adjusted his stance to
provide easier and deeper access to Rodney.

"Where in hell did you find this man?" Rodney asked. "His ass is a wonder!"
I told him I would explain later. A dark cloud rolled over and it became
cold. We returned to the house.  It was one of those rare times when
persons meet for the first time and immediately feel comfortable. This was
greatly aided by Worsham's obvious attraction to Angus.

Back at the house, Worsham explained his virginal and inexperienced
situation and the men were sympatric. I doubt there are many gentlemen o f
our age that do not have some of the problems Worsham had with his sex
life.  The contradictions between the puritanical spirit of our age and
nature's demands is always difficult

Franklin was rearing to go, and he wanted to fuck. Most unexpectedly,
Worsham was willing to accommodate him. I was afraid this would be a
problem.  De flowering a virgin is a big event, doing it with an audience
could be even more so.

It wasn't a problem. Of course, I knew Angus and Rodney were good men. They
were sympathetic, helpful and kind. They were also as relaxed and calm as
they could be while being fully erect. It was easier for Worsham when all
of the men in the room were obviously aroused. It also helped that Franklin
was so enthusiastic, and careful. Angus contributed greatly when he
lubricated Worsham's ass with his tongue.  Worsham was shocked, but got
even harder than he had been earlier.

Given his energy, Franklin restrained himself. His white snake was thin and
had a bullet shaped cock head. It was made for entering an ass.

"Taking it in the ass isn't for everyone," he said as he nosed his knob
into Worsham's hole. "If it's not going in easy let me know. I'd love to
fuck you, but I have a feeling the other men here are open minded. I can do
them if I don't do you."

"I fucked you," the Doctor said. "It seems only fair."

"Fairness has nothing to do with taking a cock up your ass," Franklin
replied. "If you like it, it's good. If you don't know amount of being fair
will make it better." By now Franklin's bullet shaped cock head was on the
dark side of the sphincter. I think the bullet was aimed at the prostate
and it hit the mark a few seconds later. It was a perfect fit.  As inch
after inch of Franklin's cock slid into Worsham's ass, his reserve melted
and then vanished.

"I'm going to shoot in you unless you tell me to stop," Franklin
cried. "Your ass is too good!"

"Fill me up!" Worsham gasped. His field was plowed and seeded.  He was the
happiest man in the world. As Franklin pulled out, Angus came forward and
shoved his organ into the quivering hole. Worsham almost bellowed in
pleasure. Angus shot off quickly, but then sat on Worsham's cock.



Rodney took his turn in the sperm filled ass.  With Rodney pounding his
ass, and Angus bouncing in his cock, Worsham lost all control. Angus felt
his ejaculations this time. The sexually linked pile of men broke apart. I
thought Worsham might return to his reserved nature one the excitement of
actual sex diminished. He was on his back and Franklin went to him and
lifted his legs, I thought he was going to fuck him again, but he bent over
and began licking Worsham's well-used ass.



"Relax a little and let me taste some man seed!" he said. We all continued
to talk as Franklin feasted on the remains of four men's orgasms. A half
hour later, we had all recovered and we had another round of orgasms. This
time Worsham took Angus' ass, pleasing both of the men.  The party broke
up.

When our group broke up, I told Dr. Dungannon I was having some friends of
more humble backgrounds over on Saturday afternoon, and I would be pleased
if he joined us.

"This had been quite a day for me," he said. "My head is spinning. I'm not
sure I should do it."

"I fully understand that, but I have found when I am doing something new it
is best if I do it regularly and often," I said, "Repetition is a good way
to learn new skills." He looked me in the eye, smiled and left.

I wasn't sure he would return, but I thought it would be good for him. I
knew he had enjoyed himself and experienced many new things. Once he
overcame his natural reserve, he opened his mouth and ass to the
possibilities. I knew he was game when he first encountered my genial ooze
when he first sucked me. He not only returned to his sucking task, but also
soon obviously enjoyed it. He was willing to explore.

Tully was bringing some friends from the Anvil & Hammer Social Club to the
Lodge. It was a club for blacksmiths and metalworkers. He told me these
friends weren't much to look at, but they were good men. I wasn't sure want
that meant; in a dark alley, Tully could scare you badly.

Tully and Little Will came with three companions. As a group, they looked
like illustrations for Mr. Darwin's evolutionary theories. They did not
look as if they represented successful branches of the evolutionary
tree. In their defense, they were all scrubbed and clean, a state I
suspected wasn't that common with them.  They also wore clean clothes.  I
appreciated the effort.  They worked in a dirty business and cleanliness
was almost impossibility. It was an unusually warm autumn day and we went
to the pond to swim. The biggest of the new men they called Pop. He looked
as if he were in his 60s, but was both very hairy and muscular. He looked
like a Polar Bear with the thick coat on white hair on his hard body. He
was over six feet tall.

Pop had a friend called Dummy.  Dummy was gorilla-like in his hairiness. He
had blue eyes, a pink tongue, pink tits and two inches of foreskin peeking
out of his pubic bush. As soon as he spoke, I knew he had a cleft palate or
some similar deformity. He rarely talked. At first, I assumed he was in his
forties, but he was actually 27-year-old.

Tully's third companion was an oddly shaped man named Fergus. His legs were
short, but his trunk was long. He had an Irish accent that was almost a
foreign language to me. He talked nonstop, but didn't seem to mind if you
didn't listen. He just talked. He was shy about his body and jumped in the
water quickly so I didn't get to see much of his body.

I was afraid Dr. Dungannon would find them repulsive. We were all in the
water when he arrived. He looks the motley crew over, stripped and joined
us. He told me later that at first he thought of them as specimens. He too
noticed the similarities to the Darwin illustrations. The resemblance
attracted rather and repulsed him.

I think of myself as an intelligent man of simple habits. While I was
worried about Worsham's reaction to the working men, I didn't consider
their reaction to us. Dummy and Pop looked uneasy. They were working men of
humble background. We were gentlemen. They weren't sure how they should act
and were worried I might have an ulterior motive. It was much more likely
that men of our station would use them for our own pleasure than want to
share the experience. Tully had a good experience with us, but it was
inconceivable that anyone would use Tully. He was a mountain of a man who
made his own rules.

I had to admit, I found additional excitement with simpler men. I moved in
academic and intellectual circles, and enjoyed that life. Discussing
relationships between men with Rodney and Professor Williams was
stimulating and exciting. The physical and sexual aspects of these
relationships were even more so. I also found my first relations with Seth
to be most exciting.  The intellectually un adorned way Tully worked his
massive tool in to my ass and fucked me to the moon and back was a wonder.



For some reason I didn't understand, drinking Seth and Tully's man juices
or having them shoot it deep in my ass was more exciting than sucking on
the Professor's spigot. The Professor was a manly man, and his professorial
balls produced a brew as rich and plentiful as any. I laughed to
myself. Only months earlier I wouldn't have been able to conceive of myself
pondering the qualities of my friends' semen. Then I had no intimate
relations with anyone. Now most of my connections were of the most intimate
sort.

A storm was coming in so we got out of the pond and retired to the
house. The lower part of our bodies had been under water, so we couldn't
see the genitals.  We were from different backgrounds, but we were united
by a common interest in cocks. Much to my surprise, Worsham took the lead,
and even more surprising, Dummy was the object of his interest. I played
with Pop.

Pop became quite talkative once I began to suck him. He, with Dummy and
Fergus were part of Tully's harem. It was a mutual association, but they
typically bottomed for him. Tully told them I was a particularly willing
bottom. While they took Tully's cock willingly, they weren't opposed to
being in the top role. This visit was to give them that opportunity.

"Tully didn't tell me anything about that," I said.

"Well, Tully said he didn't want to ask you directly. He says you are a
polite gentleman, and might agree to it just to be polite. He said I we
wanted to fuck, we should talk with you ourselves."

I was shocked that Tully thought I would do it, and that he knew me that
well. Once the shock wore off, my natural lusts took over.

"Dummy is afraid," Pop, whispered. "He's never been with a gentleman and
thinks they wouldn't be willing to do it with a man as ugly as him."



I looked at Dummy and Worsham. Worsham was a handsome and distinguished
man. Well proportioned and tall he had a commanding presence. Dummy was
below average height, with a massive chest and no neck. His head seemed
poorly formed. He didn't shave or cut his hair so he could have easily
played to role of the missing link.

I knew Dr. Dungannon was brilliant, intelligent and deeply reserved. When I
was his playing with Dummy, I realized he was also kind and
compassionate. He seemed to be attracted to Dummy and they were clearly
enjoying each other. I also sensed Worsham wasn't playing the role of the
great doctor being nice to this malformed unfortunate. The Doctor was
simply a kind man. I now understood why he was interested in mental
illness. To most people the mentally ill were objects of fear, derision and
disgust. Worsham felt compassion.

Compassion and kindness are not always returned in kind. Dummy responded
well, and fully reciprocated, emotionally and sexually. I hate to seem
superficial but I couldn't help but notice, Dummy had a lot to contribute
sexually. The few inches of foreskin I saw poking out of his pubic forest,
were but the tip of an iceberg.

Were it not for Tully's monster, Dummy would have been the best-endowed man
in the room. It was magnificent. Dummy was sexually generous too. Once he
was comfortable, he was more than willing to share, to give and to take.

I knew Worsham had a taste for the anal arts. He opened himself to Dummy's
cock. Dummy's organ slipped in easily and I watched him transform from a
rather pathetic creature to a proud man. He seemed more self assure as each
inch of his cock vanished in the doctor's rectum. When the doctor's scrotum
was finally cushioned by Dummy's pubic bush, there were two happy men.

I assumed Dummy would shoot off quickly, but he had a long fuse.  Once he
was in Worsham, he wanted to last. There was something familiar about the
scene.  Dummy bottomed for Tully, thus Dummy copied Tully's fucking
style. Tully was a good and sensitive lover. The only insensitive part of
his was the size of his monster horse cock. I had a slight sense that I was
a Roman virgin being raped by a barbarian when he was taking me. That was
due to the size of Tully's organ and his urge to get it deep.

"It's a pretty picture," Pops said. He was behind me with his erect organ
rubbing my crack.  I bent over and Pop entered me without effort or
fuss. He was average, but it was good. Little Will took Fergus' cock and
Tully looked over the room filled with fucking men with the pride of a
mother bird who had just seen her children fly for the first time.

Unexpectedly Professor Williams and Edward Carpenter visited. As soon as
Edward saw the collection of Blacksmiths, he stripped and joined in
enthusiastically. Cocks are always truth tellers, and When then blacksmiths
saw Edward's erect cock there was no question about to his interest.



The Professor was less enthusiastic at first, but he was soon drawn into
group. Tully went to him and they began to talk.  I lost tract of them
because Pop's cock began to dominate my thoughts. Pop's was graceless, but
insistent. He moved me to my back from the doggy position, and this changed
his technique. He could now see how I responded and he took advantage of
that.