Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2014 00:08:26 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: the Journal of Angus Fergusson

The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson
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

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I lived in Edinburgh, near the medical school. I had a small income that
met my needs and that was enough for me. My Father had a large estate and
five sons. I was the youngest and when I left home, it was good for
everyone.  Frankly, my father had too many heirs, and my lack of interest
in his estates was a blessing. It was 1880 and the modern world seemed
exciting to me. My father operated his estates the same way his father and
grandfather had. I wanted a different life.

I know Edinburgh was not big compared to London, but it was big enough for
me. It was filled with bachelors and unattached men. My bothers had all
married and were producing heirs. My tastes were quite different. That was
not a problem for my family. There were too many grandchildren already.

I had another reasons to get away from my home.  Not only had I not found
the right woman, I discovered I had a taste for men and sex with men. I had
been at a public school and found a little sexual adventure there.

Edinburgh was the home of the large number of unattached men.  Some of them
needed a recreational outlet. I was willing playmate and had my own
house. I did not share lodgings with a family or live in a rooming house.
I was careful and selective.  Eventually I found several men who shared my
taste and inclination.  I lived near the University and I found both
students and Professors were congenial company.

I received a surprise visit from Professor Alistair MacDougall.  He was a
well-known professor in the medical faculty. He introduced himself as a
friend of Alexander Burns, my oldest friend in the city.

"Mr. Fergusson, I am a scientist and I am undertaking a study of the human
body. Let me be direct.  I am proposing to study male sexuality. I am
interested in the way male sex organs function. As you can well understand,
this is an unstudied area and most controversial. This is a private study,
not sanctioned by the University.

"I certainly do understand that," I replied.

"It is clear to me that sexual activity plays an important role in all
men's lives and our prudery makes it almost impossible to study," he
continued. "Mr. Burns suggested that you were experienced and skilled in
sexual matters.  I am looking for a man who is active, experienced and
willing to help me in this study."

"How could I help?" I asked.

"To be direct, I want you to have sexual relations with men and tell me
about it.  If possible, I would like to select some of these men to
observe. I want a man who can tell me what he has experienced and describe
intelligently his reactions," Dr. MacDougall explained. "I know nothing of
the subject, and I need to get a fundamental understanding. Of course you
will be entirely anonymous."

"Is this truly a scientific study?" I asked.

"No, not yet.  This is a first stab a designing a scientific study," he
said. "I am trying to learn enough to create a real study."

"You have no personal experiences?"

"I have damn little. My parents are notably straight laced, and my
personality tends to be single minded and directed. My study of medicine
occupies most of my time. Mr. Burn's revelations were shocking and exciting
to me. They opened up areas of study I didn't realize existed," he
continued.

"Did this sexually excite you?"

"It did excite me, both intellectually and physically," he said. "I was
used to the intellectual excitement, but the sexual excitement was
unexpected. That was an aspect of my life that I didn't know existed."

"Were you shocked?"

"Yes I was, but the excitement seemed to overwhelm the shock," MacDougall
replied. We talked a little longer and he left after asked me to respond at
my own schedule. His proposal was so odd I hardly knew what to think about
it.

My friend, Alexander Burns, came to see me the next day with another
friend, Augustus More. Augustus was a younger man, but most enthusiastic
about all things sexual. I told them about Dr. MacDougall's proposal.

"I suggested he contact you because you and Augustus here are the only men
I know who admit that they enjoy man sex!" Alexander said. "Most men show
no emotion or interest except for an orgasm and a few drips of cock
juice. I know they enjoy it because they always come back."

"We are all Scots!" Augustus said. "We like hardship not pleasure!" We
laughed. "I rather like the hard aspect of most men, especially when it is
in my ass."

"I think MacDougall is right about our ignorance of sex. I know I like it
and I know it gives me pleasure, but I have no idea why," Alexander
said. "I can assure you that the professor is a serious man. He is not
doing this as a voyeur."

"I might feel better about it if he was more excited about the sexual
prospect," I said. "Clinical detachment is not an aspect of sex."

"That very well might happen. I do know that sexual urges are hard to
control. I surprise myself some times," Alexander said.  "One of those
times was when I met you.  That was both unexpected and pleasurable."

"I was a blushing virgin when we met," Augustus added. "Now I can't even
remember why anyone would want to be a virgin. When you opened your ass for
me, I truthfully can say that I had no idea what real pleasure was. I could
not even conceive of the intensity of intimate congress. If you go ahead
with MacDougall's study, I would be pleased to join in. I think I would
enjoy describing my feeling and experiences."

"I have not told you this before Angus, but I went to a Turkish bath in
London a year ago. I became involved with a handsome man. We were in a
group of ten or more men. The other men gathered around us so we couldn't
been seen," Alexander said. "They also watched us. It was unexpectedly
stimulating."

The next day the Professor sent me a note inviting me to his house that
evening. He told me Mr. Augustus More would be there with another man who
shared similar interests. I sent him a return note agreeing to visit him.

I admit the prospect excited me. I would like to think I have a firmer grip
on my emotions, but that was not the case.  I had wondered if my sexual
inclinations were voluntary or if they were out of my control.  I was a
proper gentlemen and knew how I should react. I knew what I should do, but
that seemed to be less important than my sexual urges.

For me any resistance from my partner killed any desire. If my partner was
interested, there seemed to be no way for me to be in control. I wonder if
that was true of all men.  This was the sort of thing I rarely admitted
even to myself.  I was excited at the prospect of meeting men who share my
tastes. During the course of the rest of the day, the excitement grew. I
was at his house on George Square on time. It was a large house; he lived
on the top two floors.

The professor greeted me at the door and took me into the main drawing
room. He offered me a drink, and then another guest knocked on the door. A
large, lumbering man entered. He was dressed like a working man wearing his
best clothes.  He was clean and quiet.  Alistair introduced him as
Roddy. His rooms had been recently renovated. Roddy was the man who had
done the work for Alistair. Augustus arrived a few minutes later.

The room was quite beautiful and I complimented Roddy on the work. The Adam
Brothers designed the house a century earlier. Roddy had restored it rather
than modernizing it and it seemed airy and bright

Roddy was most knowledgeable about building and the conversation was
interesting. I was not used to talking with men of his social station, but
it was not a problem. Alistair seemed to be quite taken by
Augustus. Augustus is handsome and quite boy-like in spite of being
thirty-three.  The contrast between Roddy and Augustus could hardly have
been greater.

After several drinks, Alistair told us that we had all agreed to help with
his study. He wanted us to meet each other to see if we were compatible. He
said he would arrange to have a meeting soon.

"Well, we are here now," Augustus, said.  "Why not have some fun now?"
Alistair looked flustered. "We can think of it as practice for the main
attraction."

"I'm ready," Roddy said. "I'm always ready."

"Are you willing to join in Angus?" Alistair asked me.

"I did not expect this, but why waste a night," I replied. Alistair led us
to a bedroom on the upper level. We disrobed. I knew Augustus, but Roddy
was new to me. He wasn't built like the men I knew but he was an impressive
specimen. He looked like a wrestler or a strong man you might see at a
carnival. He was not handsome, but he was manly.

Roddy wasn't shy about his body. He was quite hairy, and I thought about
Mr. Darwin and his theories. Augustus was soon at my cock. Roddy was
already excited. At first Roddy was mildly attractive to me, but as his
cock expanded to full size, the attraction grew.

Augustus went to the bed, and Roddy went to suck him. I went to Roddy's
cock.  It was thick and stubby, enshrouded in thick foreskin. I could
barely get his cock head into my mouth. He was such a bull of a man; I was
surprised it was so delicate. He shivered as my lips touched it.  I pushed
his foreskin back with my tongue exposing the tender, flared edge of the
gland. He shivered again. Roddy had washed carefully and there was none of
the crustiness I sometimes found.

I knew that the edge was the most tender part of the organ on many men. I
soon began to taste the sweet juice men ooze when excited. My tongue
strayed to the source, his slit. The slit was unusually wide and I probed
it. I had never done this before. For most me the slit is too small to
allow penetration. The inside of his sperm tunnel was smooth and filled
with fresh sex juices. It was almost intoxicating.

My friends were upper class gentlemen or academics. I was not sure a man
like Roddy would react the same way or respond to my ministrations the way
they did. I knew that the juices only flowed when a man was excited. Some
men oozed only briefly just before an orgasm; a few oozed
continuously. Roddy was fully engaged.

As I wallowed in the sweet juices oozing from his cock, I heard Augustus
moaning. His moans turned from a tenor pitch to a bass growl. I knew him
well enough to know he was shooting. The flow of Roddy's sex juices turned
from a trickle to a constant flow. He was still sucking Augustus' cock, so
he was also taking the load with enthusiasm. I could taste his body respond
to the excitement.

We broke apart to give Augustus a break and to catch our breath. Augustus
tended to doze off after an orgasm.

"That was exiting," I said to Roddy. "What can I do to please you?"

"I am happy with what we just did," he replied.  Roddy paused and then
leaned closer to me. "I like to fuck," he said in a whisper. "I know it's
big, but it feels so good in a tight arse. I like to take my time."

"Lie back and let me sit on it," I said. I surprised myself when I said
that.  I had no idea if it would fit. Roddy was game. I sucked his cock and
got it all coated in saliva and then sat on it. Roddy moaned as I slowly
sat back, balancing myself on his cock head. Alistair moaned too. I think
it excited him. Alistair's moan distracted me for a little while and
Roddy's organ slipped into me.  I was my time to moan.

I had experienced a few anal sexual connections, but never with a man who
possessed a cock of Roddy's girth. Never had a man's organ filled me so
completely. The sensations were overwhelming. I squirmed and the cock
slipped into an even better place.

Roddy rolled me over and spread my legs wide so that I was completely open
and defenseless. He began to thrust, slow at first, but picking up
speed. After a few minutes, I asked him to stop and slow down. He did. He
soon began to thrust gently again and we soon built up a head of steam. We
did this several times until he couldn't hold back anymore and he emptied
his huge balls into my ass. I could feel him spurting.

The sensations were exponentially more intense than anything I had
experienced before. It was almost overwhelming. I began to shoot and
Augustus was there to take my man seed. It had been good for all of us.

It was getting late and we left. Alistair asked us if it had been a
success.  I said that it had been good. Roddy volunteered that it was a
real ball buster. His description was both more colorful and perhaps more
accurate than mine.

Dr. MacDougall visited me the next day.  He asked if he could talk with me
about the previous night's event. "My questions are personal. I would like
to know what you were feeling both in terms of physical sensations and
emotional reactions. Am I right in thinking both elements play a role?"

"You are correct, but I am not sure that there is a clear distinction
between the two," I replied. "There is a mixture of elements and it is
difficult to analyze when you are directly involved. Scientific detachment
his nearly impossible. Of course, I knew Augustus so I had some
understanding of his needs. Roddy was not the sort of man with whom I
normally would come in contact."

"Did you find him objectionable?"

"Not at all," I replied. "I was uneasy at first, since he was from a
different social class and I didn't know his expectations.  That was not a
problem at all. Augustus is always eager and he has a knack for getting the
ball rolling. I was relieved when Roddy became involved so quickly. Some
men hold back and pretend they aren't interested."

"Why is that?"

"Some men are uncomfortable with sex in general and man sex in particular,
I think. I know that I was taught that showing your emotions was not
manly. I have been with some men who only show emotions during the orgasm
itself. They then collect themselves and revert to their normal mode." I
said.

"Does that bother you?" he asked.

"Once and a while it used to bother me, but I discovered that some of the
most reserved return for more. After three or four times, they can become
quite enthusiastic," I explained.

You seemed quite taken by Roddy?"

"As I said, he was not the sort of man I normally associate with, but he
was polite. When we stripped, I realized he was a manly man, muscular and
strong. I was greatly relieved when he responded to Augustus. I may have
assumed that my tastes were associated only with academics and scholarly
men.  He was enthusiastic. That excited me," I explained. "I must admit his
private parts were exciting too. It is so rare to see a man's privates it
is always exciting. His were large and impressive."

"You like them large?"

"That may be true. I am not so experienced to know. I think any time you
meet a new man it is exciting; you are exploring new territory. The cock is
varied and one never knows how it will affect you. His was so thick, I was
uneasy about it, uneasy and excited. As soon as I sucked it, I knew all was
well.  He was already oozing sex juices and I like that. Some men do not
say much, but when the juices are flowing, they are ready to play. "

"Did you notice any other thing?"

"His cock head was very tender," I said. "He was such a large and muscular,
I didn't expect that."

Someone knocked at my door. It was a friend, a young man named Rupert. He
was a clerk who worked for a lawyer.  He did research for criminal cases,
and was what one might call an investigator. As such, his work was sporadic
and he came by to see me when he had spare time. Rupert was innocuous and
bland looking.  That was good for his job. He looked like any other clerk
in the city.  He saw Alistair sitting in my drawing room and apologized.

I told him Alistair was a friend who liked to watch. "He is very discrete
but he finds watching intimate encounters exciting," I said.

Rupert leaned close to me. "I had a neighbor who did his wife at noon
everyday like clockwork. I use to watch. It was exciting. I understand."

"Would you mind if he watched us?" I asked.

Rupert smiled. "I don't mind helping a man in need," he said. "It would be
acceptable if he was naked too.  He doesn't need to join in, but I'd feel
more comfortable if he were naked," I went to Alistair and told him that my
friend did not mind being watched and his conditions.

"This is quite unexpected," Alistair said. "Perhaps if I was naked in a
closet or behind a screen? I would be less obtrusive. " That was acceptable
to Rupert. My bedroom was small but there was a screen in the corner in
front of my washing area. He went in the room.

When Rupert and I went in he was behind the screen and there was a neat
pile of clothes complete with undergarments on view. Rupert smiled and we
disrobed.

Rupert looked bland but he was not shy and was aggressive in some ways. If
he wanted something, he went for it. That was good for his role as an
investigator. He also liked man sex and he liked variety. Many men like to
do the same thing every time they visited. Rupert liked to explore and try
new things. He greatly enjoyed sperm and sharing it with his playmate.

I am generally much more timid and not inventive at all, but I had no
problem with Rupert's desires. He enjoyed coaxing my juices from my
balls. I took his load and he surprised me by kissing me and eating his
cream from my mouth. I was a bit shocked, but stimulated.

Rupert had two characteristics what stood out. He possessed a long, quite
thin cock. It was easy to suck without choking and easily penetrated an ass
without pain. He also liked to talk during sexual relations. He liked to
tell you want he wanted and then describe his feelings. Oddly, he referred
to his cock as my friend. Alistair found this most interesting.

"My friend missed you, it's been three weeks since we last visited," Rupert
said.  He dropped to his knees and sucked the tip of my foreskin into his
mouth. I have extra foreskin that interested him. He like to suck the skin
and then work his tongue into the pucker and lick the tip of my cock head.

"I assume you have other playmates."

"I do have a few, but it's always a fast interlude in a dark place. You are
the only one who is truly accommodating and open to the possibilities," he
said. "You admit you like it. That seems to be rare in this Puritan town. I
can't think of a reason not to enjoy sex, but that seems to be a minority
opinion."

"Presbyterian morality doesn't affect you?"

"My father was a pillar of the church and mean as a rabid dog," Rupert
said. "Religion and virtue are not connected with any regularity. While any
sort of sexual irregularity sickened my father, he had no problem cheating
his business partners of their fair share of the profits. He worshiped gold
and his god just gave him cover."

We went to the bed and I sucked his organ as he worked mine. We could
swallow each other's cocks with ease. Rupert liked[BW1] to share and he was
even handed. Sometimes he would be over excited and fuck me nonstop for an
hour or so. However, the next time he visited, he would open his ass and
serve me.

I sucked him both for the joy of it and to lubricate his long tool. At some
point, my urge to feel it in my ass always overcame me. We broke apart and
I sat on it. It was a thin rod, but very hard. I straddled it and sat back,
enjoying its trip into my ass.  Alistair moaned from behind the screen.
Rupert's long cock made it easy to view the penetration.

"You can come out and get a closer look!" Rupert said. "I'm not shy and I
would guess you would enjoy it." Alistair came into room and tentatively
moved closer.

"Get closer, take a good look," Rupert ordered. I was slowly bouncing on
his pole. "I had neighbors who went at it and I liked to watch.  I would
have loved to have been nearer to see more. He was screwing his wife so it
wasn't as exciting as doing it to man, but it was fun to watch."

Rupert pulled me forward so only his cock head was in me. He then pushed me
back slowly so Alistair could see the full penetration.  Alistair moaned
again.

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