Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 12:17:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plato's Lodge 9

Plato's Lodge 9
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

The next week was quiet and peaceful at the lodge. A few men dropped by,
but they were seeing Rodney or one of the other lodgers. I could use the
rest. On Thursday, Henry came by. He told me he had some friends.

"I told them what I did," he explained. "They were interested. Is it
possible for me to bring them by?"

"Of course," I replied. "Is Franklin coming too?"

"I think Franklin might scare them," he answered with a slight smile. "They
aren't as bold as I am. If Rodney were to be there, it would be nice."  I
explained it was the luck of the draw as to who was home.  That was
acceptable for him. We talked a little longer and he left.  He was going to
return in the early afternoon on Friday.

Henry was a shy and retiring young man.  He was timid more than shy. I
wondered what his friends were like, if they were more timid than he was.

Henry knocked at the door at one o'clock as the clock chimed. He was with
three young men. I sensed their nervousness as they entered the
Lodge. Henry formally introduced me to William, Robert and Alistair. All
were young, but they were in their final year at college so they had to be
more then twenty. William was thin, Alistair was heavy and Robert was the
happy median. All of them were pale. I wouldn't call them handsome, but
they were attractive.

I took them to me conservatory. Rodney and his friend Feodor were talking
there. Feodor was a Russian painter who was in Philadelphia doing wall
murals for a wealthy industrialist. He was a big, bearded man. While he
looked like a wild man, but he too was shy.

We talked, briefly. The sun was on the large conservatory windows and it
became quite hot. Rodney removed his coat, tie and vest.  We all followed
suit. Feodor unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his hairy chest.

"Dear Feodor, you look like Mr. Darwin's missing link!" Rodney exclaimed in
mock horror. The young men laughed.

"In the Academy in St. Petersburg I made money posing for painting classes.
I was portraying Hercules," Feodor said in his strong Russian accent. "One
of the students painted me as a bear!  It was very amusing!"

"Weren't you embarrassed?" Alistair asked.

"It is better to be portrayed as a bear than a mouse!" he answered. "God
made me hairy. He rules the earth, and thus he intended me to be hairy."

"Are you muscular like Hercules?" Robert asked.

Feodor seemed shy to me, but I soon realized he wasn't shy about his
body. He had been an artist nude model. I later found out his shyness was
related to his poor command of English. Feodor removed his shirt, exposing
his hairy, but very muscular torso. When he said he was modeling as
Hercules, he was right. He could have passed for the Greek hero easily.

The young men were shocked and excited. Feodor enjoyed the attention. He
then removed his pants. He wore no undergarments. The men were
dumbstruck. "I look like Hercules, do I not?" he asked.

"You are a fine figure of a man," William managed to say.

"I think Feodor has found a way to endure this heat!" Rodney said.  He
stripped. He was semi erect, and the men noticed this. Henry joined him and
all the youths followed.

Henry broke the ice when he dropped to his knees and sucked
Rodney. Alistair, the heavy boy, was the last to get naked. He was erect
and almost as hairy as Feodor was, but wasn't muscular.

William, Robert and Alistair seemed younger than their years and
inexperienced in the extreme. I had been in the same situation. I wanted to
know more, but, truthfully speaking, I had no idea what there was to
know. In my own youthful innocence, I had no idea what sex might be other
than looking at another man's privates. Indeed, merely looking at a cock
seemed well beyond the realms of possibility.

I had dealt with the new experiences well, and soon embraced the new
situations enthusiastically.  I assumed other men in the same situation
might regard the sexual practices with shock and horror.  I was shocked at
the practices, but immediately discovered the shock was momentary while the
pleasure lingered.  I was afraid Henry's trio of friends would react badly.

When my very experienced friends encountered a trio of virgins, we had all
the makings of a morality story from a Penny Dreadful. Even the Penny
Dreadfuls never wrote of older men seeking young innocent men for their
perverted pleasure. I was uneasy.

Fortunately, Henry had warned them of the activities he experienced.  I
didn't know how detailed and anatomical he had been in his descriptions,
but he told them something. While Rodney was experienced, he was also
perceptive. Rodney was handsome and well groomed. If one were an
impressionable youth, Rodney was the sort of man about whom you might
dream.

Feodor was entirely different. He looked a bit like a wild man. I didn't
know him well, although Rodney liked him and Rodney could pick and choose
his playmates. He had good taste. I did not know Feodor was lonely and
shy. He wanted friends more than sex partners. Feodor connected with
Alistair.

Rodney connected with Robert and I found myself standing next to
William. He was shivering in either excitement or fear. I didn't know
which.

"Do I have to do that?" he whispered to me. William was watching Rodney
swallow Robert's cock.

"Not at all," I said. "It all depends on what you want. Nothing is
required."

"They will think I'm a coward," he said, continuing to whisper. "I dared
them to come. I didn't sleep a wink last night; I was that excited. Now
I've chickened out."

I put my arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry about what they might
think. If they are enjoying themselves, they won't care.  Doing something
you might regret on a dare is foolish," I said. "Just relax."

"Do you do that?" he asked as Alistair sucked on Feodor's impressive
organ. "I don't think I'd regret doing it; I just don't have the nerve."

"I do like to suck cocks," I replied. "Would you like me to suck yours? You
have a beauty." William nodded.

"I would like that." he admitted. "I'm afraid I might shoot off as soon as
you touched my cock."

I smiled at him. "Well, that can only be so bad," I replied as I sank to my
knees. I was careful and deliberate since he was so close. He twitched a
few times but didn't have a full-scale ejaculation. I took a break and he
fondled my genitals.  I knew that was a big step for him.

"Can you suck me again?" he asked. "I'm still afraid I'm going to shoot
off."

"Has anyone ever sucked your man seed from your balls before?" I asked.

"Never!" he replied.

"Would you give me the honor to be the first?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he replied. A minute or two later William was the happiest man in
Philadelphia. Orgasms are often fleeting events, but William had years of
stored up man seed to drain. I took it all. As he pumped man seed into my
mouth, my tongue was swimming hit his slightly bitter brew. The orgasm left
him exhausted and he curled up on a divan and fell asleep. He did sleep
with a smile on his face.

Feodor came over to me. I smiled at him and he saw William's man seed in my
mouth.  He tongue kissed me, getting his share of the young man's ball
juices.  Feodor's English was limited, but apparently, Alistair wanted to
fuck, and Feodor was all-top. That is the simple way to summarized five
minutes of conversation. Feodor wanted to know if I would bottom for
Alistair. I was in a good mood and said yes. We had some lubricant and
Feodor coated Alistair's cock. While Alistair was pudgy, his cock was long,
thin and curved.

It was an easy fit and pleasurable for me. For Alistair it was Christmas
and the Fourth of July rolled together. He loved it and quickly filled my
ass with his thick man cream. As he climaxed, I heard Robert moaning. He
too had climaxed.

I was afraid that since the trio had now all climaxed, they might get
dressed and leave.  Fortunately, they all had, what a friend of mine
called, four-alarm orgasms. They were too tired to leave. By the time they
had recovered enough to leave, their manly organs were ready for a repeat
performance.

During the interim, we talked about sex. Rodney was very open on the
subject and he set the standard for frankness. He told us of his likes and
of his earliest experiences. His too had been shy and uneasy.

"As far as I can tell being unsure and uneasy is a requirement for your
first sexual experiences," he said. "That seems to be the same if that
experience is with a man or a woman. I will say man sex is less stressful.
A man can't get pregnant and isn't looking for you to support him for the
rest of his life! Men tend to be in it for the momentary thrill. I had a
friend who thought it was superficial and meaningless. I want to know what
is wrong with that."

"It just lasts for a moment," Robert said.

"It is a good moment," I added. "When you get more use to it, you can make
it last longer. The pleasure isn't only in the orgasm itself; it can be in
a long and slow build up."

"Many times, I can shoot," Feodor interjected. "Good it is with a warm
ass!" He put his arm around Alistair as he said this. We all knew which ass
he was thinking about.  Alistair seemed to snuggle closer to the bear like
man.  If he was playing hard to get, he needed more lessons. "Takes longer
second time."

"It seems so undignified," William said.

"Is a belly laugh dignified?" Rodney asked. "Is laughing at a joke
dignified?"

At this point, I heard the doorbell ringing. I put on a robe and went to
see who it was.  Our visitor was another friend of Rodney's Carstairs
Montvale. Carstairs was a well-known sports man, and a vice president of a
railroad.  He was in his mid forties, but still in very good shape.  I told
him about our situation.

"Three virgins? Are you sure their asses are untouched?" he asked.

"They are quite innocent." I said.

"Don't worry. I love to be the first and I've never fucked one who didn't
come back for more," he assured me. He stripped in the parlor so he would
be naked when they first saw him. He made a grand entrance.

He was a big man, but a well-known rower and wrestler. In some ways, he was
a more muscular and less hairy version of Feodor. He wasn't quite as
handsome as Rodney was, but he was more masculine, a bit rougher.  He
wasn't bar room rough; he was boardroom rough. He could dominate.

I knew this, but William, Henry, Robert and Alistair only saw Carstairs'
god-like body. Carstairs' cock responded to the admiring looks. He didn't
become erect, but there was enough of a rise to indicate he was
interested. He looked each man in the eye, but he also checked out his
sexual apparatus. Most men do this furtively, but Carstairs did it openly,
as if he were window-shopping.

He kissed and hugged Rodney and embraced Feodor, fondling the Russian's
equipment as he did. By the time introductions were over, the young men
knew he was both very handsome and was looking for sex.

Up until now, it had been a ladies' tea party, tasteful and refined. With
Carstairs in the lead, it became free and a bit wild. He was unashamed of
his sexual wants and wasn't afraid to be direct.

"I'm in the mood for some hot and heavy man sex," he proclaimed. "Who is
willing to play with me? Let me warn you. If you have a hole big enough for
my cock, I may well shove it in to see if it fits, forewarned is
forearmed. If you are worried about that, this would be good time to go
home to momma!" No one left. The trio was under his spell.

"Who here wants to be the first to suck my cock?"  he asked. All three of
the young men were willing. There was no hesitation; they all wanted a
taste. "You men are lucky today. I am in the mood and willing. You try it
first," he said to William. "Get on you knees and open your mouth wide!"
William, who had been so reluctant earlier dropped to his knees and
swallowed Carstairs' cock in a single movement.

While Carstairs was demanding, he was also appreciative. He liked it and
made sure William knew he was doing well. He tended to give detailed
instructions on what was to be done. When he was fully erect, he got
William to pull off to give another youth a chance.

"Big boy, are you willing to help me out?" he asked as he looked at
Alistair.

Yes Sir!" Alistair replied as he dripped to his knees.

"Stick your tongue out and lick the tip of me cock!" he ordered. "I've got
a wide slit. Stick your tongue in it and lick up my juices as they drool
from my man rammer." Alistair carefully extended his tongue, but a little
later, he was licking the slit with abandon. "I've got tasty ball juices,
don't I?" Alistair mumbled something. By now, William was sucking me and
Robert was attached to Rodney's organ.

Carstairs' motioned for Feodor to get behind Alistair. The young man was on
his hands and knees.  Feodor spread Alistair's legs open to give easier
access to his hole. I had some oil and used it in the defenseless
hole. Then I coated Feodor's thick organ.  Feodor was both gentle and very
hard. He was a powerful man so there was no way Alistair could
resist. Feodor's oversized mushroom pushed, but he didn't thrust.

Alistair relaxed his guard for a second and the gland was on the dark side
of his sphincter. Feodor repeatedly tested the hole until I saw Alistair's
ass lips all but kiss the invader. Only then did Feodor go deep. I could
almost feel his reaction as the thick organ vanished in the hole. Alistair
was in heaven. Feodor was right behind him.

By this time Carstair's cock was deep in Alistair's mouth so the youth's
nose in his bush.  I thought Carstairs wanted to deflower the men.  He
apparently liked to watch them lose their virginity too. Carstairs left
Alistair and Feodor to their own devices and went to Robert. He was on his
back sucking Rodney as Rodney sucked him.

Carstairs spread Robert legs and nosed his cock into the ass. Robert
shuddered as the knob popped in, but once it was in, he was fine. William
saw Rodney's ass was open and took advantage of the opportunity. They
formed a beautiful quartette. Henry took a quick trip up my ass.

This all sounds as if it was a wild sexual romp, but it was all rather
gentlemanly. It was friendly rather than aggressive. I could tell Alistair
was enjoying Feodor's cock, but not as much as Feodor enjoyed his hole. It
turned into lovemaking.

Most of us had already climaxed earlier, and so the drive to shoot off had
diminished. Robert was the first to shoot off and he precipitated a new
round of orgasms. It was a beautiful end to a good afternoon. It was
getting late and the men disbursed. I was alone in the conservatory
watching the sun go down.

I was surprised when Feodor and Alistair reappeared. I thought they had
gone home, but they must had circled the Lodge and come back. They had
unfinished business. Two orgasms weren't enough for the two men. They
wanted more. We had some dinner then settled down to a night of continuous
sex. It seemed that neither Alistair nor Feodor could get enough sex, and I
was need to fill in the gaps when one or the other had climaxed and needed
a few minutes to refill their balls.

I discovered Alistair had a beautiful ass. It was tight, responsive and
easy to enter once Feodor had shot a few loads of man seed in him. Feodor's
organ was shorter than mine was, but much thicker. Alistair's over
stretched hole tightly gripped my cock when I replaced Feodor. While it was
tight, the Russians seed lubricated the rectum giving me freedom of
movement. My cock went deeper, pushing Feodor's sperm into the young man's
body. I could do no wrong. My cock was able to push Alistair to an orgasm.

Feodor didn't want to fuck Alistair when he was recouping after a climax,
so he slipped into my hole. His somewhat stubby organ was the perfect
length for ramming my prostate. I didn't expect that. Feodor's English was
poor, but he understood my feelings, and once he discovered the spots that
drove me crazy, he was merciless.  I could hardly breathe.

He kept his eye on Alistair as he screwed me. When he figured Alistair was
ready again, he pulled out of me and mounted him with great vigor. As the
night progressed, Feodor seemed to become more energetic and sexually
driven.

By the time he was shooting his next load in Alistair, I had recovered and
slipped into the cum filled opening as soon as Feodor was finished. The
night was messy but good for all. I was disoriented at some point during
the night, but I think Feodor mounted Alistair five or six times. Each
episode culminated with a spectacular orgasm.

He night was all sex for all practical purposes, but somehow we became
friends. I came to like both men.