Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2014 12:12:17 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Journal of Angus Furgesson 6

The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson 6
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
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Fergus, Roddy and Burt exchanged admiring glances. I told Roddy and Bert
that I had been talking about our scientific study, and he had been
interested.

"I don't know anything about the science study, but I can say it is fun for
a working man like me," he said. "My pal Bert likes it too."

"I hope I don't embarrass Fergus, but we too have been exploring mutual
enjoyment," I said.

Roddy smiled. "Mutual enjoyment is a nice way to put it," he said. "I would
have described it as screwing like rabbits!" Fergus smiled.

I knew why Roddy and Bert had come by and why Fergus was visiting. I
suggested we visit my bedroom for more conversation.

"That's fine with me as long as there isn't too much conversation," Roddy
said. Everyone laughed. Fergus got along with Roddy and Bert well. Rather
to my surprise, there was some conversation. Fergus told them he was
accustomed to quick bits of fun in dark places, and he had no experience in
a bedroom with a lock on the door.

"I know what you mean, but I can tell you it is easy to become used to
it. You can take your time and enjoy it," Roddy said. "No one will catch
you doing it."

"At the baths it seemed odd to see men's faces," Fergus remarked. "Men were
obviously enjoying themselves. I had a hard time with that. Most men
pretend they don't."

"I am one of those who enjoys it greatly," I said.

"Well, I like it too, so does Bert," Roddy said. "To be real direct, Angus
was nice enough to open his ass for us. It wasn't no ladies' tea party, but
it was lots of fun. Have you ever opened your ass for another man's
enjoyment?"

"No," Fergus replied. He looked at Roddy, and added, "Not yet."  Roddy
smiled. "I usually like to be in charge, but I can see some situations
where I might try something new," Fergus added.

"I think I would like something new," Roddy said. "Every time I meet a new
man, it can be exciting. Oddly, Angus wasn't my type, but he turned out to
be really good."

"Why don't we get naked and see what happens?" I asked. Fergus immediately
removed his coat and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. Roddy smiled and did
the same. He seemed to enjoy the view, as did Bert. They were all masculine
men and well equipped. None of their equipment was soft by the time they
were naked.

Roddy went to Fergus and fondled his balls. Bert joined then and began to
suck Fergus. "We aren't shy, and like to get down to business right off the
bat," Roddy said.

"There is nothing wrong with being direct. I think we all want the same
thing," Fergus replied. He dropped to his knees and took care of Roddy's
tool. Bert transferred his attention to me.

 "Before I met Angus I thought popping my cork was the objective of
fucking," Roddy said. "Well, it's still the main objective, but he taught
me building up the head of steam can be good too. Clearing my drains only
takes a few seconds. Getting my cock all tingly and excited can take a good
long while."

"If Angus needed a new job, he'd be a good dairyman milking the cows," Bert
said as I sucked him. "He knows how to get my ball juices flowing. Has he
done you yet, Fergus?"

Fergus briefly took a break from his sucking duties. "I haven't had that
pleasure," he replied. "Roddy has a rich brew. I have never sucked
much. This excites me more than I expected."

"Have you taken a load?" Bert asked.

"I never taken one on purpose. I have been surprised a few times," Fergus
said. "It shocked me and I got mad. It is strange, but once and a while I
dream about taking it. I love it when a man takes mine."

"My dreams were more interested in man sex than I was when I was awake,"
Bert said. "I was embarrassed by the dreams. The dreams became more
detailed after I started working for Roddy. I didn't know him well, but I
dreamed about him."

"Were they exciting dreams?" I asked.

"They seemed exciting at the time. I didn't have any real idea what you
could do with another man," he continued. "I didn't know you could have
real sex, like with a woman. I didn't know what you could do. I surely
didn't guess it would be as good as it is."

"It's strange.  I love being sucked, but I thought sucking another man was
a sign of weakness," Fergus. "I felt as if Roddy was doing me a favor by
letting me suck his tool. It is a beauty."

"It is good when you trade man juices," Bert said. "I thought I had won the
lottery when Roddy fed me his cream the first time. It was good when Angus
took mine too. He enjoys that."

"Has Roddy taken your cream?" Fergus asked.

"It was by accident the first time," Bert said.

"Do you think of yourselves as lovers?" he asked.

"We are more like playmates or brothers," Bert said. "We are friends." He
paused. "It is more intense when I get near to shooting off. Sometimes it
is hard to remember you are two people. You can sort of merge. That has
happened several times with Angus. It happens all the time with Roddy."

"That happens to me once in a great while," Fergus said. "It happened with
Angus at the baths. Before then it had been a fleeting sensation. With
Angus, it lasted a while. I felt as if I loved him.  That feeling I lasted
as long as my cock was in his ass. The feelings were indescribable."

"After you shot off, you pulled out a few times but re-entered
immediately. You were trying to re connect?" I asked.

"I didn't expect you to like it so much," Fergus said. "I've fucked a few
men in my day, and you were the first to like it. I mean really like it. My
best friend in the Army, Archibald, liked it and he took it willingly, but
not like Angus did. You liked it so much I wanted to please you. My cock
loved it."

"Have you ever fucked a guy to the moon and back?" Roddy asked Fergus.

"Once with a man in Cape Town, and I got close with Angus," Fergus
replied. "Have you?"

"Yep, I sent Angus there once or twice, but Bert goes on regular trips,"
Roddy said. "What is real nice is that when Bert goes to the moon, I go
with him. It's never happened when we were sucking, only when I am fucking
him."

"Fucking seems like such a crude term, but sexual intercourse is too
technical," I remarked. "Making love wasn't what we were doing either."

"Priming the pump or draining the pipes lacks romance," Bert said with a
smile. "Plowing the field and seeding it comes closer, but it isn't
pleasurable enough."

"I visited an oil field in Pennsylvania several years ago. They called it
drilling for oil and having a gusher," Fergus said. "A man in California
called it entertaining on the back porch.

"I'll stick with fucking a man to heaven and back," Roddy said. We all
laughed.

"Well, I feel like doing a little drilling," Fergus said. "Is Bert
available or his he private stock?"

"Bert makes his own choices. As long as he's enjoying himself, I'm happy,"
Roddy said. "Angus is always ready, but I assume you want a new
experience. You are a guest. I'll take whoever is left over."

"I'm leftovers now?" I protested.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but you seem to be happy whenever
there is a cock in your ass. That is one of your most attractive features,"
Roddy said. Bert had gone over to Fergus and they were whispering.

Bert looked at me. "I was thinking Angus and I could suck each other and
you men could do us doggy style," he suggested. I had a narrow bed in my
room I used as a divan. We pulled it out. I lay on the bed crosswise and
pulled my legs up opening my ass.  Bert fed me his cock and bent over to
suck mine. Roddy put a few pillows under my ass to get my rear to a better
level for me.

I had oil available for lubrication. Bert hooked my legs with his arms to
keep me open. Roddy coated his cock and fingers with lubricant. He played
with my hole as he stroked his cock. Bert was excited and I could both feel
his heart beating and taste his juices.

I could see Fergus' oil slicked cock nuzzling into Bert's hole. Roddy and
Fergus were coordinating their movements so I felt Roddy at my ass as
Fergus was at Bert's hole. Given that Roddy and Fergus were intensely
masculine men, I had assumed they would skewer us and then fuck us to an
orgasm.

They both took their time. When Fergus popped through the sphincter, Bert
spurted a big glob of juice and moaned. Roddy popped into me a few seconds
later. As the oversized organs penetrated our respective asses, I felt Bert
relax. I knew what Roddy's tool felt like. This was the first time Fergus
visited Bert's ass, but it was clearly satisfactory. Every time, Fergus
made a deep thrust, Bert's juices flowed freely.

When I thought about Bert, I forgot about Roddy. He suddenly hit a spot
that sent me into a sexual trance. Roddy's rhythmic thrusts and Bert's rich
cock juices were hypnotic. With my cock and ass in use as I sucked Bert, I
was fully engaged. I don't know how long this went on.

"Does anyone else need a rest?" Roddy asked. "I need to cool down a
little." As he pulled his cock from my ass, my senses returned. I watched
Fergus slowly pulling out of Bert.  It was hard to believe it fit.

"Is it always this good for you men?" Fergus asked. "Your boy was really
good, tight and welcoming. I assume Angus is always good?"

"Why have sex and not have a good time?" Roddy asked. "I used to be uneasy
about liking it so much. Angus admits he likes it. Sex was always good, but
it got better when I let myself enjoy it. I didn't end up with my cock up a
man's arse by accident."

Fergus smiled. "I told myself that I was fucking a man because there were
no women available. The last time I screwed a woman I realized a man's ass
is tighter and he doesn't get pregnant," he said.

"Was that the only reason it was better?" I asked. "I get more of a tingle
just thinking about man sex."

"Woman have never done much for me," Roddy said.

Fergus looked at me. "You mentioned a tingle. I have always felt a twinge
of excitement that is lacking when I am with a woman. I can say that when I
saw you screwing in the baths, it was much more than a little tingle," he
said.

"What are you feeling now?" Roddy asked.

"I couldn't be any more excited than I am now," Fergus said.

Roddy smiled. "I think we all feel the same way. I have to admit that now
that we have broken the ice, I'm much more excited. I want to fuck
more. How was Fergus, Bert?"

"He was good. It wasn't the same as you, but it was good," Bert said. "I'd
like to switch places and top for a while. Actually. I would like to watch
you two go at it. I would like to see what happens. I have a feeling Fergus
wouldn't mind some Scottish cream in his ass."

"What about Irish seed planted in a Scottish field?" Fergus asked.

"I'm real particular as to who gets in my arse," Roddy said. "I was
thinking Fergus might meet my standards. If anyone does me, I would want to
do him too."

"It's a deal!" Fergus replied.

Fergus and Roddy were both tops, who found each other attractive. They were
so attracted they were willing to spread their wings and open their
asses. In the privacy of my bedroom, they were able to take some time and
explore at an easy pace.

Bert and I were cast in the role of professional advisors. This excited
Bert. He was young and handsome and was usually involved sexually. He would
be watching this time. I thought he might be offended to watch his friend
take another man's cock, but that was not the case. He was curious and
wanted Roddy to enjoy it.

Later he explained that since Fergus' cock was similar to Roddy's and he
wanted Roddy to know what it felt like. While Roddy's hole was not virgin,
but it had only rarely seen service. Bert lubricated Roddy's ass as I
lubricated Fergus.

Fergus took his time and I added more lubricant as needed. It was a tight
fit.  Luckily, when Fergus's knob encountered Roddy's prostate, it was a
good fit. Roddy moaned as he gasped for breath. He gave up any effort to
combat the invader in his ass and surrendered.

Bert knew exactly what Roddy was feeling and all was well. When Fergus shot
off, he pulled Roddy's trigger. It was a beautiful sight.

Our little group broke up after that. Both men had massive orgasms were
done for the day. We agreed to meet again soon.

The next day Alistair came by to see me. By this time, I knew every one of
his visits had a sexual objective. "I have a young man I would like you to
meet. Reverend Douglas Macintosh is an intelligent and sincere man who has
intense yearnings for sexual congress with a man and an equally intense
fear of the same."

"He is the son of Lord Galashiels by his second wife, she died in child
birth and Douglas was raised by his mother's maiden aunts.  They were
Presbyterians of the most unthinking sort. They were firmly of the belief
that his mother died due to her sins. They regarded sex with women as
sinful. He became friendly with some boys, but apparently the aunts thought
any human affection would result in sin of some sort," he explained.

"That seems perverse," I remarked.

"Indeed it is. It seems to me that almost any religion results in
perversion when carried to an extreme. An obsession with purity can result
in perversion. Chastity and modestly are virtues, but when carried to an
extreme form they would end human life on earth. The Aunts did not
celebrate chastity; they mostly condemned lack of chastity as
sinful. Normal urges and desires, a kind glance or a modest kiss were all
evil," Alistair continued.

"Douglas was sent to me by one of his professors, a noted theologian, who
was worried about his mental health. He knew I was interested in the
subject and wanted me to help Douglas."

"Did you help?" I asked.

"I think I helped a good deal.  Douglas is most intelligent and my
understanding of biology, combined with his good understanding of theology
was constructive.  He understood the logical flaws of his aunts' approach
to life," Alistair explained. "Douglass intellectually understands the
problem, but he has a problem doing anything about it.  He is shy and
reticent. He recently suffered from a serious bout of pneumonia and I have
recommend he spend a month in Southern France. I was hoping you might be
able to serve as a companion."

"Do you want me to seduce him?" I asked.

"I want you to introduce him to the real world. You are similar in many
ways. You are both the younger sons of important men, well-educated and
intelligent," Alistair said. "You can be a good friend and
conversationalist. If you could introduce him to more sensual pleasures
that would be good too."

Two weeks later Douglas and I were in a small villa just outside of Nice
overlooking the Mediterranean.  Douglas and I hit it of
immediately. Alistair had correctly understood we were similar men. I was
more worldly[BW1] than was he, but not so much to frighten him. Alistair
knew there was a world he did not experience. He saw me as a safe guide for
him.

A true son of Scotland, Alistair was shocked at the sun and the nearly
continuous blue skies. He was warm for the first time in his life and he
loved it. The house was on the side of a mountain, and had ten rooms, an
entry court and a broad terrace overlooking the sea.  There were two garden
terraces above the house. We had a full staff.  Jean was the butler and
valet. Julio was the cook and we had two gardeners, Emile and
Pierre. Emile's took our laundry to his sister in a nearby town.

Our staff was all unmarried and I sensed they could be accommodating. The
place was off the tourist track and we became local celebrities. The
presence of two English Milords was very exciting in the nearest
village. Signs of Douglas' illness were evident and that his friend was
there to help was seen as admirable.

We made several good choices at the beginning of our stay. Our clothes were
unsuited for the climate, and we bought clothes. This was a great boon for
the tailors and seamstresses of the village. To say they had made clothes
for English noblemen was a huge increase in status for them.

The garden terraces could produce more food than we needed. I talked with
Pierre and we decided to allow them to sell the excess produce splitting
the profits one third to us and two thirds to them. They saw that as fair
and indeed generous.

I was worried that these arrangements would make to be viewed as gullible
men, ripe for the picking. Jean and Pierre were cousins. Pierre's brother
was the Mayor and his wife's brother was the Prefect of Police. Jean and
Pierre protected us against the unscrupulous. We were the geese that laid
golden eggs; we were to be protected.

We did not demand the staff wear English servants uniforms. I had no
objection to shirtless gardeners or informal dress in the kitchen. The
half-naked men excited Douglas greatly. Douglas loved the sun, and soon was
wearing very little. He was blond and was quite hairy. Jean seemed to like
that.

There was a history of foreigners using local women and boys for their own
purposes. We had no interest in that.  We provided employment for four
bachelors. That was fine as far as the town was concerned.

The men swam in the morning and in the afternoon. It was an easy way to
cool off and clean up. Douglas and I swam mid-day. While we bathed in
swimming suits, the men swam naked. I knew how to swim, but swimming in the
cool waters of Scotland had been a challenge. The Mediterranean was warm
and pleasant, a revelation to me. We watched Jean and Pierre in the
water. Douglass enjoyed that greatly. The men were handsome, and
muscular. "They are not shy, are they?" Douglas asked me.

"The men are handsome and well equipped," I said. "They don't mind showing
off."

"Their privates are large?" he asked.

"They look large to me," I said.

He leaned close to me. "Is big considered better?" Douglas asked in a
whisper.

"In general yes," I said. "I think the organ works the same regardless of
the size. It certainly gives pleasure just as well. I will say big ones are
better to look at. Most men have some curiosity about other men's sexual
endowment." He was silent for a short while.

"Is it vulgar to use your privates for pleasure?"

"It seems God in his wisdom made sex organs for pleasure as well as
reproduction," I said. Douglas looked shocked. I smiled. "When I was a
child, I thought the organ was for drainage. It was a surprise when I
discovered otherwise. It was a pleasant surprise."

"I thought I was bad," Douglas said. "You don't think it is evil?"

"Do you think feeling pleasure is evil?" I asked. "If that is the case, did
God make the world incorrectly? Feeling pleasure is part of life."

"Do you feel pleasure watching naked men swim?" he asked.

"I do," I said. "Truthfully, I would like to join them."

"Naked?"

"Oh yes," I said. "Will you join me?"

"Naked?" he asked.

"Of course," I said. I started down the steps to the water. Douglas
followed. I stripped and jumped into the water. It was warm but
refreshing. I was in the water for a minute or so, when I heard a second
splash. Douglas had jumped into the water.

He was not a good swimmer and Pierre went over to help him. I had not seen
Douglas naked before I jumped in the water, but Pierre's effort to help him
swim and he discovered Douglas' genitals. He liked what he found.  More
importantly, Douglas enjoyed it more. Jean, Emile Julio and I knew what was
going on under the water, but it was hidden from view.

We were in the water for almost an hour and then returned to the villa. I
finally saw Douglas' cock and it was impressive. Pierre saw me looking at
it and he winked. He was a member of the brotherhood.

We ate dinner late, as was the custom of the area.  We no longer dressed
for dinner; Douglas was realistic about the temperature. We ate in the
dining room, while the men ate next to the kitchen in a small
courtyard. That was the cool side of the house until the sunset.

Douglas and I sat on the terrace as the sun set.  The sea breeze was
comfortably cool. "Did you enjoy the swim? It was refreshing for me," I
said.

"I thought I would be uncomfortable, but it was good. We are all men. It
was good," Douglas replied. "It was odd to be associating with men of a
different social status. That was good too."

"Underneath the clothes all men are the same in many ways," I said, "I have
visited a Turkish bath in Edinburgh and you can't tell a naked gentleman
from a naked laborer."

"Did that bother you?" he asked.

"I try to be modern, but I was briefly uneasy. The unease vanished
shortly. I think we are often dominated by social conventions and they are
not a reliable guide," I said. "Good men are good men regardless of their
class."

Douglas leaned close to me. "I am afraid I became excited when Pierre
helped me with my swimming. Do you think he noticed?"

"If he did, he didn't object," I said.

"I would have thought he would have been shocked or disgusted," Douglas
said.

"Did you consider he might have been complimented? He is a good-looking
man. He excites many," I said. "You are handsome and well endowed. I doubt
he was surprised or offended."

"You saw me naked?" he asked.

"I did and if I was as big as you are I would be naked as much as
possible," I said.

"I saw yours too," Douglas said. "It excited me."

"I am flattered," I said.

"You aren't offended?"

"Your organs excited me too," I said, "I would like to see them closer and
touch them."

"I would let you do that, if you let me do the same things to yours," he
replied. The sun had just set so it was dark. I took off my shirt and
dropped my trousers. He did the same. I reached out and touched his
cock. He was already half hard. I fondled his balls; they were big and
impressive.

His foreskin pulled back as his cock enlarged. I felt a drop of percum on
my hand.

"Stuff oozes when I get excited," he whispered.

"Don't worry, I can take care of that," I said. I bent over and licked his
cock head before I took the entire gland into my mouth.

"It is too much!" Douglas exclaimed.

"We have just started," I said. I think he would have complained more if he
were not so overwhelmed by emotion. He moaned, shivered and twitched. His
cock was drooling precum like a mountain stream in flood. I could not get
that much of his erect organ in my mouth, but his cock head was
exceptionally sensitive and responsive. After five minutes, I pulled away
and let him catch his breath.

He was silent for a little while and calmed down. "Is that what sex feels
like?" he asked.

"Well, it is a start," I said. It can get much more intense and
pleasurable."

"I don't think I could do that. It would be too much to bare," he replied.

"That might be," I said. "But if it is, you would be the first man on earth
not to enjoy it all."



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