Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 03:05:34 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Journal of Angus Ferguesson 5

The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson 5
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
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Robert was a happier man now that he found a companion who could talk with
who understood his situation. I could both understand and provide a sexual
outlet for his considerable needs. He had a demanding schedule at school,
so it was difficult for him to get away often.

Alistair admired him greatly. His need to talk continuously could be
annoying, but for Alistair it was useful. Robert could put in words what
others just thought. In a social situation, he seemed to babble, but in the
operating room, he explained the procedure and possible problems and
complications in a clear and direct way.

When describing his relations with me, he could openly express what most
men only felt. "I knew that penetrating an anus and sphincter was a
problem, since the penis is pushing in the opposite direction than his
normal. The anus is quite small and a simple visual inspection would seems
to indicate that penetration would be impossible without damaging the
tender muscles in this area."

"That is not necessarily true if one is careful and considerate. Angus is a
willing and excited partner.  That adds considerably to my
pleasure. Lubricant helps, but when I become excited I produce copious
genital fluids. When my cock head touches his hole, my excitement grows and
they seem to flow freely. I can use it to ease my entry," he said. Robert
tended to use a clinically detached voice, suitable for a lecture. This was
in marked contrast to his excited sexual state.

"Angus does not resist my entry but the sphincter is tight. It is designed
for exit, not entry and I assume it is a natural reaction. If I make a
forceful push I can gain entry."  As he said that, he made a strong
thrust. His knob popped through and was on the dark side of the
sphincter. "I am in now and I can feel Angus relax. My cock head is just
beyond the sphincter and it has firmly gripped it. That is pleasurable for
me. I am now going to push deeper.  My oozing genital fluids ease the
way. There are no muscles here so he has no way to stop my penetration."

"His moans indicate that my penis has made contact with his prostate. The
prostate seems to generate very intense feelings of pleasure for him. I
notice that he has relaxed and there is no trace of any effort to restrain
my cock free movement," Robert said.

"The warm tightness of his ass and the firm grip of his sphincter give me
pleasure. One might think that the sphincter is masturbating my penis. That
may be the case, but the sensations are much greater and more intense. I do
not know if that is due to his sphincter's grip, or his obvious
excitement. My penis seems to sense that," he continued. "I most note that
my own excitement is increasing greatly. It seems to be enlarging slightly
and becoming tenderer. This may be a non-scientific comment, but my penis
had been a scientific probe. It now feels as if I am cocking a loaded
pistol. This is an improper comparison; since I would need to pull the
trigger, and I know my penis has its own triggering mechanism. The urges to
climax are growing greatly. I would like to delay the actual orgasm to
extend the pleasurable period, but I know that will be difficult. Even my
smallest movements create very intense pleasurable sensations!" He
described the entire sexual event, but I that point I stopped
listening. The pleasure was too intense for me to waste my time listening
to his description of the feelings.

I seems to me that when one is fully engaged in sex, little else matters. I
didn't care what he was saying or that Alistair was watching. I suspect
that anything short of a fire or a physical attack would impinge on my
consciousness. There were no worries or concerns except for achieving an
orgasm and sexual satisfaction.

When Robert and Alistair left, worries returned. Until recently, sexual
contacts were often well spaced with two weeks or a month between
interludes. The pace had picked up dramatically. Once I lived on my own, I
was always available and quite willing, but sexual connections were
rare. My willingness was unchanged, but the availability of willing
partners had increased.

I was also connecting with persons of different social status. I had heard
of men connecting with women of lower status. In aristocrats, they were
lower status women whose fathers had vast wealth.  These men were the
subject of derision. Curiously, it was more acceptable consort with whores
and prostitutes, than it was to marry a lower status woman without wealth.

I was a minor aristocrat who had connected with working men. There was
considerable sexual activity in all male boarding schools, but this was
with men of the same social level. While no one spoke of this openly, it
was expected and considered to be part of the normal experience of
adolescent, upper class boys.

I am not a libertine, but a casual observer might that I was. I was
involved with a scientific study. One night I was pondering my situation
and I came to the conclusion that sex done for pleasure and sex undertaken
to further science was the same. It was just sex.

I was not looking for sex; it found me. This was a comforting thought to
man of Presbyterian sensibilities.  My trips to the Turkish baths disturbed
this fantasy.  These trips revealed that I did indeed seek out sex. It was
a bath and was both relaxing and clean. However, most men accomplish
cleanliness with fewer orgasms than I did.

While I was engaging in more sex, I also seem perfectly satisfied with the
situation. I was looking forward to additional encounters with Robert,
Edgar and Roddy. I would not reject any possible connection with them.
Indeed, I wanted more.

I considered avoiding the baths and firmly resolved to do that. That
resolve vanished Sunday morning when the prospect of seeing Sir Alfred
again made me reconsider. Sunday was Sir Alfred's preferred day. It was a
damp and cold day, but I set off for the baths. It was warm and comfortable
inside as always. Omar greeted me in the steam room. He was partially
erect. I could feel sex in the air.

I had been there for a half hour and was talking with George, my Armenian
friend when Sir Alfred came over to us.  "Are you busy or is there room for
a third?" he asked. When I said we were talking, I was on my back on a
bench and George was fucking slowly fucking me as we talked.

"Only a fool would avoid the company of another friend," George said. "Join
us!"

"I was rather afraid I might have offended you when we last met. I took him
away from you. I see you are enjoying him now," Alfred said. "Angus is an
attractive and accommodating man. He looks relaxed."

"We have been playing for twenty minutes of so, it is good," George replied
as he made a hard thrust. "Angus commented on my thick organ, but that had
no impact on his ability to take it. He had a firm grip. I assume you noted
that last week. Would like to take my place?"

"Not now, I would like you to be fully satisfied before you stop," Alfred
said. "Twenty minutes is a long time. You have good control of your
tool. You look cool and collected. Would it bother you if I told you I
would like to watch you climax and then use your man seed to lubricate my
own cock as I enjoy Angus?"

"It often shoot a big load. It can be quite messy," George said.

"That would just make it more exciting," Sir Alfred said. George increased
the pace of his thrusts and climaxed a few minutes later.  He pulled out
and Sir Alfred slid into my ass. George was thick and had stretched my
ass. My ass closed on Alfred's organ and I felt relief. His organ was not
as thick but much longer than George's was and it went much deeper.

It was easy and smooth. I knew he was pushing George's semen deep into
me. It was oddly warm and comfortable. I could feel Alfred's large cock
head as it plowed into me.

"Oh yes, this is lovely," Alfred murmured. "George's sperm has done
everything I hoped it would."

"Angus, to be frank, you don't excite me as much as some other men do, but
your ass is so enjoyable," he said. "Usually I feel an overwhelmingly
intense need to shoot off.  I am comfortable with you; I just want to enjoy
the sensations. I hope that doesn't offend you?"

"I am not looking for love," I said. "Pleasure is its own reward." He
smiled. Omar came over to us and had a pleasant conversation with Sir
Alfred. He straddled my face and fed me his cock as they talked. His cock
had a downward droop, rather than an upward turn. The conversation was
casual, but his sex juices told another story.

I was surprised when he filled my mouth with his man seed and even more
surprised when Alfred flooded my ass with his cream. Omar bent over to lick
my cock. The second his tongue touched my cock I fed him my sperm. We broke
apart. Alfred kissed Omar.

Sir Alfred and Robert were both enthusiastic sexual partners, but they were
enthusiastic in different ways.  Robert was careful and passionate although
it was easier to tell that if you were sucking his cock and tasting his
genital drool. He tended to express himself in precum.

Having sex with Sir Alfred was like experiencing a reenactment of the
charge of the Light Brigade. It was bold and forceful, but unlike the
charge, it was also carefully planned and executed. It wasn't crude or
slap-dash, but it certainly was not delicate either.

I must confess that the subtleties and variety of sexual experiences was
unexpected. I had been thinking of sex as several discrete activities such
as sucking or fucking. The size of the organs involved and the
attractiveness of one's sexual partner played a role in the intensity of
the experience.  While both a large cock and small cock were pleasurable,
the sensations were quite different.

I fell asleep on the bench in the small shower area next to the steam room
after Omar and Alfred left. I had a good dream and when I woke, an older
man was looking at me.

"You are a handsome man," he said in an Irish accent. He looked like the
illustration of the spirt of Christmas Present in Dickens' novel with a
bushy beard an impressive body. He seemed out-of-focus. I was afraid I had
spent too much time in the steam room.  I blinked my eyes and he remained
fuzzy.  He came closer. His body was covered in curly, reddish-white hair
from head to toe.

"Do you have any objection to sharing pleasure with a perfect stranger?" he
asked.  His voice was deep and almost hypnotic. "I watched you with those
other men. I had never seen anything like it."

"You were shocked?"

"It was too beautiful and exciting to be shocked," he replied. "I didn't
know men could so openly enjoy the gifts God gave them. You were giving
them as much pleasure and they were giving you. I have been in a few arses,
but never seen my playmates enjoy it the way you did. It was a joy to
watch. My name is Fergus, by the way." I was on my back on the bench; his
privates were dangling in front of me. His fur covered ball sack hung low,
stretched by the weight of his balls.

"I am Angus," I said. "I never have sex with strangers, but since I know
your name now, we aren't strangers anymore."

Fergus smiled and went to the end of the bench. He lifted my legs and sat
with my legs on his shoulders.

"Would it bother you if I took a close look at your hole?" he asked. "It
has always been dark before." He lifted my legs higher and spread them.
"It is quite small. It is hard to believe that impressive gentleman's organ
was in there. I would never had guessed it fit. There is a little milky
fluid at the rose bud.  Is that his sperm?"

"I think so. It was either his or George's cream," I said.

"I hope you don't think I am a pervert, but that excites me," Fergus
said. He touched my hole and I shivered a little.  "Did I hurt you?" he
asked.

"No, I was just surprised," I replied. He gently worked his finger into my
ass.

"I have always used spit as lube. Clearly semen is much superior," he
said. Fergus stood and positioned his cock at my hole. "I have always been
rushed when I was in this position before. I can take my time here," he
said as he began gently pushing. "It seems like a true luxury. You relax
and let me in when you feel like it."

I was not sure I would like it, but my natural inclinations took charge and
I opened up after a few gentle pushes. It slid in easily. Fergus had a
thick member, but it seemed to taper toward the base. It was comfortable
once he was fully lodged in me. His organ was not particularly long, but
the thickest part of his tool coincided with the location of my prostate. I
tightly clamped my sphincter on his cock and tried to hold it in
place. Since I was filled with George and Alfred's semen, that was not
possible, but my sphincter massaged his tool as it rubbed my prostate.

Fergus moaned in pleasure quietly and soon had an impressive orgasm. I
could feel him deposit the contents of his balls in my ass.  There was a
slight tickling sensation with each squirt of his tool. He had perhaps
twelve major ejaculations followed by many smaller ones. I assumed he must
have stored a week's supply of semen in his balls. I later found his balls
were most productive.

He pulled out and sat again, keeping my legs on his shoulders. "There is no
sign of ill-usage," he said as he examined my hole again. "Your hole is
small and I would never have guessed it had been stretched. Only the pucker
is juicy." He pushed my legs back. "There it is, my man seed is leaking
out." A second later, I felt his tongue at my ass. He wanted to taste his
sperm.

We broke up, but we exchanged cards in the street outside the bath.  As I
walked home, I felt exhilarated by my experiences at the bath. Logically I
should have felt tired or worn out, but that was not the case. I looked at
his card at home. His name was Fergus O'Bannon, and he was the President of
the Shamrock Mines. I knew nothing about the company.

The next morning I received a note thanking me for making him feel so
welcome and asking if he might call upon me. I sent him a note saying that
I had enjoyed meeting him and I would enjoy seeing him again.

I received an invitation to dinner at his hotel the next day, which I
accepted. He was staying at the Prince of Wales Hotel that was both modern
and luxurious. The dining room was impressive and the food superb. The
waiter seemed exceptionally attentive to him. Fergus had been in warm areas
such as California and the Cape Province and he enjoyed Edinburg's cool
temperatures. He was a big man and keeping cool would be a challenge. He
had no desire to return to Ireland of which had no fond memories. H was in
Edinburg for the climate, a most rare occurrence!

We were in a public dining room, so we could not talk about our true
interests. He did ask if I had enjoyed our meeting the day before.  I said
it had been most enjoyable.  I asked if he would like to call on me the
next afternoon. "I am a bachelor and have only a part time servant. I
cannot equal your splendid hospitality," I explained. He assured me that
would not be a problem.

Fergus came to my lodging promptly at 2:00. It was a beautiful day and
light flooded my parlor.  In the distance, you could see Arthur's Seat, the
volcanic outcropping behind Holyrood Palace. He admired the view and we had
tea.

"I hope you have not found me overly forward in my relations. I do not
normally have carnal relations with a man of your status before I get to
know him.  Those relations were so successful for me, I have feared that
you did not share those feelings," he said. "I watched you with the other
men so I assumed you were a man of the world. I realized that being
open-minded and taking the cock of a stranger are not the same thing."

"I was surprised, but not offended," I said. "Recently I have come to
believe my sexual appetites are greater than most men's are.  Indeed, I
might be classified as a glutton for sexual stimulation. This is a new
aspect of my life. Until a month ago, I had only limited relations.  I have
met several men who stimulate me greatly. I must admit you are the most
recent addition to that group."

"I am unmarried, but I have enjoyed sex, mostly with other men. In mining
areas the women are often overused," Fergus said. "My connection with you
was of a different order of magnitude from the others. Had I discovered you
forty years ago, I might have spent my life in continuous fornication."

"Watching me with the other men excited you?"

"I am not a voyeur, but it did excite me. My relations with men have been
in dark rooms and secluded places. I have obviously kept all such
connections secret," he said. "To see it being done openly was a shock, to
see you obviously enjoying it was a greater shock. Most of the men I
connect with feign indifference. I say feign because they almost always
come back for more."

I smiled. "I did notice that your cock is not the sort of organ that could
slip in an ass without being noticed!" I said. Fergus laughed.

"I am a big man and I can force it in anywhere I wish. That, however, does
not give me any pleasure," he said. "I like a willing partner."

"I may be too willing," I remarked.

"With my other friends there is always a feeling that we are doing is
dirty, immoral or illegal. I did not get that feeling from you at all. You
didn't just tolerate my cock; you welcomed it into your body," he said.

"I welcomed the other gentlemen too."

"That just made it better for me. I am a wealthy man. Some men pretend to
enjoy it," he said.

"Your organ is huge, Are you that wealthy?" I asked.

Fergus looked me in the eye and said, "Yes, I am." We talked longer and I
told him about my scientific study with Alistair. He was interested in
that. He was curious about sex, but like most men, he knew nothing about
it.

Someone knocked on the door.  I opened it and it was Roddy and Bert. Roddy
saw Fergus in the room and said they had just dropped by to say hello. I
introduced them to Fergus. Fergus cast an admiring eye on the two brawny
men.