Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 18:57:11 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Journal of Angus Fergueson 7

The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson 7
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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Once Douglas relaxed, the floodgates opened. I think he was trying to make
up for thirty years of repressed sexual desire. He had done nothing except
feel desire and reject those feelings.  He was ripe and ready. He had no
clue as to the physical nature of a sexual connection. He hadn't thought of
the possibility of cock sucking or fucking.

He was over ripe and willing. This worried me. I was afraid the physical
requirements of sex might offend him or perhaps even revolt him. When you
describe sex, it seems so improbable. If I said, "I'm going to get rock
hard, cover my cock in lubricant and then shove up your behind," it does
not sound appealing.

I was lucky in an odd way. Douglas' aunts had told him that sex with women
was degrading and painful but had not mentioned sex with men. They also had
avoided mentioning any of the particulars of sex. He found out it was
related to his cock in some way, but he knew nothing of the mechanics.

He trusted me and regarded me as an intelligent man of the world. He was
willing to be guided by my experience and me. When I told him that this was
the way you did it, he believed me. That might not have worked with some
men, but in spite of his aunts, Douglas was intensely sexual and
responsive. He had never experienced sexual pleasure and it was a
revelation to him.

I was also worried about is deep religious upbringing. He solved that
problem on his own. His aunts had warned him about succumbing to the
pleasures of sex and licentiousness. When he experienced sex, the pleasures
were so intense he knew they were god given. He was briefly worried about
non-procreative sex, but I was told him sex was pleasure giving with or
without the potential for pregnancy.

That first night I sucked him for a while.  I was uneasy about bringing him
to a climax, but I decided it would be cruel to prime the pump and then
leave him unsatisfied. He shot a spectacular load. I put him in bed and he
fell asleep immediately.

The next morning I was afraid he would feel guilt or remorse. I think the
experience was so far out of his expectations he was fine. He was a bit
confused and unsure of what had happened to him, but he was good.  Douglas
went on a walk and I sat on the terrace.  Jean and Pierre came to see
me. They had watched us the night before.

At first, I thought they were trying to blackmail me, but I completely
misunderstood. They wanted to join in. I had suspected they shared my
sexual interest. They had been on their best behavior in front of us in
case such activates offended us. They wanted to be free to enjoy themselves
and were willing to share the wealth.

I told them about Douglas' situation. They were sympathetic and
understood. They told me that in France they referred to his condition as
being a "Nun's Son."

"It is much better to live in the world with all of its problems and
pleasures than to avoid it. Life can be difficult, but it is bad to
experience only its pains with none of the pleasures," Pierre said.

"He is well equipped to experience some of the pleasures," I said. Jean and
Pierre laughed.

"So are you," Jean said as he winked. "Sometimes we are your servants,
sometimes we are just men. We work for you. Other times we might relax and
enjoy each other?"

"That might be possible," I said. "We are alone together is this house."

"I don't like to mix business with pleasure, but what we do at night is our
own business," Pierre said. I smiled and then he smiled. We understood each
other. Douglas returned from his walk and read a book. It was a quiet day
and there was a good breeze. I told him about my conversations with Jean
and Pierre, explaining that they shared our sexual tastes. He was surprised
but relieved. He had been afraid they might have seen our activity the
night before. I told him that would not have been a problem. I did not tell
him that they had watched us.

"I was under the impression that our sexual tastes were particular to our
class," he said. "It hadn't occur to me that servants could feel the same
way."

"I think that men are men, and social status, educational attainment and
wealth are but a thin veneer," I said. "Underneath the thin layer, we are
all very much alike."

"Have you enjoyed common men?" he asked.

"I have, and I must confess I enjoyed it greatly," I said. "I am quite sure
they enjoyed me too. As I said, we feel the same things."

The nest night the mayor and the Prefect of Police came to dinner. The
Mayor had invited us to a banquet at the Hotel de Ville and it seemed
correct to reciprocate.

The Mayor came with his wife, daughter and son-in-law. The Prefect came
with his wife and young daughter. To say that Douglas and I are minor
nobility almost over states the case, but they were most pleased and
honored. Julio, the cook prepared a superb dinner mixing some English
dishes with Provençal delicacies.  Desert was a cake surmounted by
French and British flags; it was a total success.

When they left, I saw the Prefect cup Pierre's genitals. Apparently, they
shared the same sexual tastes. I woke up early the next morning. The
servants were swimming. It was Sunday and the men were not working except
for Julio. I joined them in the water and Pierre made contact with my
genitals under water. I played with his organ and discovered it was much
more impressive than I had guessed. Douglas watched from about. It did not
seem to disturb him.

The day was very hot, but there was a shady corner of the terrace that
caught the sea breeze. Douglas and I sat there reading as and Jean brought
us cool drinks. We were wearing only shorts. That was exciting for Douglas
and me since a wool sweater was often needed in Scotland's summers.

After an hour, I decided the shorts were too much and I stripped naked. I
had a towel to cover up when Jean appeared. Ten minutes later Douglas
stripped off his shorts.

"It's odd to think that nudity was something that happened only a second or
two before you took a bath and a few more seconds afterward," I said. "Not
wearing a tie was rather risqué in Scotland."

"My aunt thought it was sinful. I am not sure they ever looked at
themselves naked," Douglas remarked. "I saw a sculpture of a nude Venus at
a friend's house once. I was shocked. They also had a Hercules but he
sported a fig leaf!"

"Did you ever swim?" I asked.

"No, never," he replied. "I didn't get out much. Did you?"

"Yes I did, but it was in a stream near out house. I swam nude with the
local boys," I said. "Given the temperature of the water, it did not show
off our privates to advantage." Douglas laughed. "The warm water here lets
our French friends hang low. Did you notice their balls swing freely?"

Douglas looked shocked and then smiled. "I did notice, but didn't want to
say I had noticed. They excite me."

"They excite me too. I encountered naked men first in the Turkish bath in
Edinburgh. It was hot and steamy and the men were nude or nearly nude. At
first, I tried not to look, but after a few visits, I realized that was not
a problem. After all we were born naked," I said. "Some cultures had no
problem with nudity. Ours is not one of them."

"It is a different world here. It is as if we are on a different planet,"
Douglas replied. "The old rules do not seem to apply."

"The primary rule is "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." I
observed. "I think some people get bogged down in the mass of Old Testament
rules, and forget the essential rule. Have I done anything that was painful
or degrading to you?"

"Not at all, it was so exciting and pleasurable," Douglas, said. "It does
not seem impossible that I could reciprocate. Is that a problem?"

"Your aunts raised you in a way that might be regarded as almost perverse,"
I said. "They drained life of every pleasure, joy and affection. Strange as
it was, it was what you knew. I think you will relax and soon you will
regard this new world as the real."

"I'm not sure I could do it correctly," he complained.

"Let me tell you a secret about this new world you have found yourself
in. You are a handsome man of character and intelligence. You are also well
endowed with manly characteristics. I must add that you possess impressive
manly organs. Men will be more than willing to give you lessons!" I
explained. "Did you realize that what I did with you yesterday was as
exciting and pleasurable for me as it was for you?"

"Even when I .  . ?"

I assumed he was talking about his orgasm.  "It was fine."

"I could never do that," he said.

"You don't need too," I said. "At one time, I was uneasy about taking the
fruits of your loins, but I like it in some cases now," I said. I leaned
over and began to nurse his cock back to life. He lost interest in
conversation.

Jean and Julio were watching from the house. Jean was fondling Julio's
privates. They enjoyed the view. I did not mind being watched. I became
engrossed with Douglas' impressive organ and forgot the observers until I
took his load. It was fresh, creamy and still warm from being stored in his
balls.

The rest of the day was pleasant. I did note that the servants were a
little more relaxed, but they were just as prompt and pleasant. The daily
swim was more relaxed too. There was nothing overt, but genitals were on
display and Douglas liked that.

That night there was a storm, quite violent for the Mediterranean. In the
morning, I saw a floundering yacht in the distance and a small dinghy in
the water. I sent Emile off to tell the Prefect of Police to get
help. Douglas took our small boat out to see if he could be of
assistance. Pierre went with him.

Normally, it took a half hour to get to town. Emile ran and forty-five
minutes a steam launch from the town was on the scene with a flotilla of
small boats. The Prefect arrived by carriage with several men at about the
same time. He had also telegraphed to the navy and other appropriate
persons.

I could see activity on the ship in the distance and Douglas had
transferred several people from dinghy to his boat. Pierre brought our boat
to shore and Douglas took the dinghy to the floundering ship. The ship was
American and the dingy held two small children, their mother and a
maid. The children were fine, the mother was in shock and the maid was
sensible and reassuring. She was a small woman and rowing the boat through
the choppy waters was too much for her.

As soon as they landed, Emile had blankets and food ready and Jean took
charge of them. I was doing translating. An hour later, Douglas was back
with the rest of the passengers of the yacht. The townspeople were working
on saving the yacht along with the crew. A small French Naval vessel
appeared. Everything became well organized then.

Douglas had performed well and the French officials had been impressed. He
had been decisive and helpful.  It takes a lot to impress a French
official. Later, he was called to the French naval vessel to give a report
on what he found. The passengers went off to a hotel in the town, and I was
alone at the house with the Prefect of Police.

"Douglas is quite a man," the Prefect said. "I did not expect him to be a
man of action."

"I think he just needed an opportunity.  He has had a secluded life," I
said.

"He is very much a man," the "Prefect said, "As are you." He scratched his
privates. "I take it you are a man of the world?" he added.

"I don't think of myself as a man of the world, but I have more experience
than Douglas," I said.  For some reason my hand was at my crotch
rearranging my private parts. I did not do that on purpose; it just
happened. The Prefect noticed.

"The day has become hot. Perhaps we might swim," the Prefect suggested. "It
is secluded here."

"The house is cool. I have a shower bath in my bedchamber. Have you used a
shower?  It is very refreshing," I said. As I expected he agreed. We went
to the bedroom and stripped. The Prefect was not shy, and had no reason to
be shy. He was an imposing man in his uniform, but he was just as
impressive nude and semi erect.

"Are all Frenchmen as impressive as you?" I asked as I looked at his
equipment.

"It is curtesy of my grandfather; he was known as Pierre le Gross. I
inherited it from him. Are you a fancier of male organs?" he asked.

"If I said yes, would you be offended?"

"Not at all, I share the interest," he said. "I am what you Englishmen
describe as a randy gentleman. I have five children and my wife is
delicate. My seed is potent and I have no desire to father bastards."

"I've never heard of a man becoming pregnant," I observed.

"We understand each other," he said. "I've never tasted an Englishman's
cock."

"I am a Scot, but I'm not sure there is much difference," I said as I
dropped to my knees. I peeled back his foreskin exposing his knob.  It was
shaped like an overripe strawberry. It took a few minutes to get his sex
juices flowing, but once they began to ooze it was a rich brew indeed,

I was happy nursing his Gallic organ, but he insisted on sucking me. He was
both intense, skilled and enthusiastic. The warm water from the shower
washed over us as we played and explored. The Prefect was imaginative and
perhaps sly. Somehow, he managed to ease his cock into my ass. He returned
to my ass several times, each time he probed deeper.

His organ was large, but with each probe, I wanted more.  He was a big man
and he could have forced his cock in me without difficulty. I shot off and
that induced an orgasm in the Prefect. It was very good.

He left. "Might I visit you in the future? I have enjoyed this greatly," he
asked. "You are most attractive, and this villa is secluded. In my position
this is most desirable."

"I would like that," I said. "The situation with Douglas is delicate. I
must be careful."

"I am a big man but I can be very gentle. I would enjoy him and I am sure
he would enjoy me," the prefect said. He returned to town.

An hour later Douglas returned from the French Naval vessel. Apparently,
the yacht's crew had been unintelligible. The owner of the yacht had been
overly economical in his selection of the crew. He thought he was much more
experienced than was the case.  The crew was useless in the storm. The
French officers thought the owner had learned valuable lesson. The officers
had been effusive in their praise Douglas' actions. Douglas was surprised.

He had only done what had to be done. He was surprised that they regarded
it as being admirable. We sat on the terrace and enjoyed the sun. It was
hot. Douglas fell asleep. I was naked by the time he woke up. He saw me and
smiled.

Douglas fell asleep in a shady spot of the terrace. I was nude and reading
a book. Jean came out with cold drinks. He saw me naked.

"I'm sorry, I was too lazy to cover myself with a towel," I said. "You can
see that I have adapted to the climate,"

 "I like the view," Jean said as he smiled. "It is not a problem at all,"
he whispered. "You must be tired. Let me put you to sleep. He leaned over
and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me to an orgasm and took my
entire load.  I was asleep after the last ejaculation.

The next few days were busy. The yachtsman, Roderick Granby, and his family
came by to thank us. Roderick was an industrialist and most successful. He
made pumps.  He was a bit rough, but his wife was sweet and the children
were pleasant. Roderick apologized profusely and genuinely for his
misjudgment.

He was a crude looking man, but very masculine in a way that ugly men can
be.  He got along well with Douglas. I talked with his wife, who was quite
charming but distracted. She didn't seem to have been aware of what
happened. The event had faded away in her memory.

The next day a French Naval officer, Alfred DuPlessy, visited. He had met
Douglas and Douglas had invited him to visit. I assumed it was merely a
polite gesture. Alfred was handsome and young. He must have seen something
in Douglas.

We walked down to the water and looked the beautiful blue sea. The water
was warm.

"It looks like a beautiful pace to swim," Alfred said.

"Do you like to swim?" Douglas asked.  "We swim here often."

"I taught Douglas how to swim au natural. I learned to swim in Scotland. It
was hard to describe it as a pleasant experience," I said. "The
Mediterranean is an entirely different experience."

"I am from northern France. My experience is similar to yours," Alfred
said.  Douglas began removing his shirt. Alfred and I followed suit. When
Alfred saw Douglas naked, he stared. I sensed that Alfred was a polite man,
but he stared at Douglas' genitals. Douglas noticed and he adjusted his
balls and jumped in the water.

Alfred was not as well equipped, but he was semi erect. He jumped in the
water. We swam around for a while. Pierre and the other gardeners came down
for a swim.  When they saw us, they turned back.  I waved at him and told
them to join us.

Alfred looked at Pierre as he jump into the water. "I am in the land of the
giants," he whispered to me.

"Don't worry. They are friendly giants," I said.

"Is Douglas a friendly giant?" he asked I nodded. Alfred and Douglas were
both timid men. I expected them to take thing at their own pace. Alfred
jumped into the warm water and a half hour all was well. I wondered if
Douglas' help in rescuing the yacht had given him more confidence. He
seemed more self-assured. Alfred was an attractive man and he was clearly
smitten. A short time later, Douglas was on the small beach area with
Alfred gently administrating to his cock. I was doing the same to Pierre's
member. Pierre had rich ball juices and they inspired me to sit on his
cock. I was afraid this might bother Douglas, but I was driven wild by
Pierre's precum.

I head Alfred moaning. He was on his hands and knees. Douglas' organ was
fully lodged in the Frenchman's ass.  Douglas had a positively blissful
look on his face. I had given him no instruction on fucking, but he seemed
to have figured it out on his own.

I tend to worry, and I was afraid that this dramatic change in attitude to
like might be too much for Douglas. To move from a live of total abstinence
and chastity to a free and sexually rich life was a big change.  Feeling
pleasure is its own reward and Douglas was now experiencing intense
pleasure regularly.