Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2015 17:44:31 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Journal of Angus Fergesson 8

The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson 8
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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Douglas' transformation was quite complete. Not only did he enjoy Alfred,
he had a good time with our servants. He was no longer uneasy about
connecting with men of a different social status. Our servants were all
good men and never took advantage of him. Douglas was constitutionally
unable to use people. The concept of taking advantage of other people was
foreign to him.

Our vacation came to an end, but Douglas liked the villa and decided to buy
it. The townspeople thought he paid a huge price but it was nothing to
Douglas. I knew he was wealthy, but I had not understood the extent of his
wealth. His yearly allowance was 10,000 pounds. He had saved most of that.

We returned to Scotland, but we kept the men on as caretakers. While we
were gone, the income from the garden was entirely for Pierre and Emile.
Julio cooked for other families and Jean just watched over the
place. Douglas wanted to make some alterations and additions to the
house. This was primarily to make the house more comfortable in the winter.
It was very much a summer get away and had no heat.

Shortly after our return to Scotland, Douglas' father was taken ill and
Douglass returned to the family seat to help his mother. I returned to
Edinburg. I met with Professor who was eager to return to his studies of
sexual life. I also found that my old friends, Roddy, Bert, Robert and Sir
Alfred were pleased I was back in the city.

The professor told me that his studies had slowed without me.  "You seem to
have the ability to inspire men," he said. "Inspire may be the wrong
word. You are both enthusiastic and willing.  They can relax with you and
they are comfortable in a sexual situation. Some men are uneasy and it is
easier to become fully engaged in sexual activity when you are at
ease. Robert told me his cock always felt comfortable in your ass. It felt
welcome."

"That is a rather peculiar thing to say," I said. "I'm not sure it is
flattering."

"Let me ask you a question. When Robert's cock is in you, is it a foreign
object invading your ass, or is it a friendly visitor?" Alistair asked. "Is
he using you or are you sharing the experience?"

"Robert is so excited and pleased it is hard to think of his tool as a
foreign object. Sir Alfred and several of the others entered me as a
foreign object, but by the time they climaxed, I felt as if they were
presenting me with a gift, not draining their balls to reduce sexual
urges," I said.  "The nature of the relationship changes as they become
involved."

"Is this a permanent change, or does it occur only in sexual congress?" he
asked.

"Both situations occur. I think that many men are taught to hide their
feelings completely and reject their sexual urges," I said. "Sexual
pleasure may not require intimacy, but it is greatly enhanced with
affection and intimacy. With some men, that occurs only in association with
the orgasm."

"That must be disappointing for you," the professor observed.

"Once a man has experienced it, he comes to crave it," I explained. "I met
a man who seemed entirely uninterested, but he was soon back at my door. We
had a second meeting and again he seemed uninterested. When he came back a
third time, I told him that I needed more response want to continue
meeting.  He said that was not possible. I sent him home."

"Did he return?"

"It is very hard to reject sex; he did," I said. "He never became overly
emotional but we worked things out."

Robert came to visit me without the Professor. "I have a friend I would
like for you to help," he said. "Archibald is a brilliant scientist and a
good man. He is one of those men who has a hard time talking about anything
other than medicine. He has few friends. I discovered he shares our sexual
inclinations. He tried to meet a man and was attacked.  Since that event he
has become increasingly withdrawn and irritable," Robert continued. "I
think it is a combination of fear and frustration. He is a young man,
twenty-four years old. I think meeting you would be good for him."

"Have you tried to help him?" I asked.

"We work together. I think he is too unsure of himself and afraid. I am his
superior at the laboratory. I think he is afraid for his position," Robert
said. "I told him you were doing research on sexual activities and you
needed inexperienced men."

"He is willing?"

"I asked him if he was willing.  A week later he said he was interested,"
Robert said. "He is shy and withdrawn. It was a major step for him." I
agreed to meet him.

Two days later Archibald knocked on my door just after dark. Archibald was
not a handsome man.  He was stocky and solid, with a big beard and a
somewhat disheveled appearance. He had a pronounced Highlands' accent.  I
had a fire going and my rooms were warm. He liked that. I had a feeling a
warm room was rare in his experience.

We talked and I gave him the outline of my study of sexual response. "I
know this is a forbidden subject, but I am convinced it is an important
one. We all know that sex is essential for an animals' survival as a
species. We tend to pretend it doesn't happen with our own species," I
explained. "I am also interested in the pleasurable aspect of sex. This too
is ignored."

"What do I need to do?" he asked.

"You don't need to do much," I said. "You are a man and as such you have
everything you need for this study. I am interested in sex and you have sex
organs.  I understand you are comparatively inexperienced sexually. Let me
be frank, I am neither inexperienced nor shy. We will engage in sexual
activities and see where they lead. Do you understand?"

Archibald nodded. "What if these activities lead to something I don't
like?"

"You need to help me with that," I said. "You must tell me of you are
uneasy or offended. We will stop whatever activity is a problem.  I am only
interested in what is natural and enjoyable for you."

We went to my bedroom and stripped.  I complimented him on his body. Under
all the heavy woolen clothes, he was in good physical condition. He had a
hairy chest and gut.

"I see you are every inch a man," I said. "At twenty-four some men are
still boys. May I examine your genitals?" Archibald nodded.  He looked
excited.

"We all have the same basic equipment, but there are some variations," I
said. "Feel free to examine mine too."

Archibald looked at my crotch. "You are getting hard," he said.

"That is because of you," I said. "All men get hard when they are
excited. We have been talking about sex and now I am touching your
genitals. My cock responds to the stimulus. You are manly and well
endowed. It is not clear if the erection is solely do to that, of if it is
a signal to you that I am impressed by what I see and that I want to know
you better."

"Perhaps you are just a randy gentleman," Archibald said.

I laughed. "That may be true.  Indeed, that is almost certainly true," I
said. "Does that bother you? Do you want to stop and go home?"

"It does bother me, but I surely do not want to go home," he said.  By now,
his cock was responding.

"We don't know each other yet. We are both uneasy," I said. "Your organ is
becoming more impressive."

"Yours is too," Archibald said as he smiled a little.

"We don't have much control over our cocks. I can tell it to get hard and
hope it will do so. It had a mind of its own," I said. "It can get hard at
inappropriate times and I know that telling it to relax does no good at
all!"

"That has happened to me," he admitted. "A preacher told me it was the
devil's work."

"If it is the devil's work we are all far better acquainted with him that
seems reasonable," I replied. I stroked his cock and Archibald moaned.

"I sorry," he said.

"Sorry for what?" I asked. "I stroked your cock and you felt pleasure. I
think a "thank you and do it again please" is more in order."

Archibald looked shocked and then he smiled. "Thank you and do it again
please."  I smiled too as I stroked his member again.

"I will bet your preacher even acknowledged that sex is necessary to have
children. I doubt he conceded that sex is pleasurable, intensely
pleasurable," I said. "I am interested in the pleasurable aspect of sex. I
have a strong suspicion that almost everyone is interested in that."

"I am going to do something that is going to greatly increase your
pleasure, are you ready?" I asked.  He nodded. I dropped to my knees and
took his cock head into my mouth. I then licked the organ with my tongue. I
concentrated on the underside of the knob where it connected to his
foreskin.  He loved that, and his slit began to drool.

"Do you like doing that?" he asked.

"I do," I replied. "Do you like what am doing?"

"I've never felt anything like it before," he replied. "If you keep on
doing it I'm going to shoot."

"That, Archibald, is my plan." I said as I returned to sucking. He was very
excited and he shot off a minute or two later. I continued to suck him
until his cock stopped drooling.  I looked up at his face as I sucked. He
had shut his eyes and he looked almost angelic.  All the tenseness and
unease was gone. I would have thought he was asleep, but he ejaculated a
few more times. I do not think you can have an orgasm in your sleep.

"What do I do now?" he asked a few minutes later.

"If you wish you could get dressed and go home. I understand that many men
lose all interest after they have an orgasm. You could also stay here. We
could talk a little and when you feel the urge we could do it again," I
said. "It is up to you."

"Do I have to suck you?"

"If you want to do that it would be good, but only if you wish to do it. I
greatly enjoyed what we just did."

"What does it taste like?" he asked.

"You have never tasted your own?" I asked. He shook his head.

"You do know that your sex fluids and seed have no connection to urine at
all?" I asked. "They share the same spigot but are completely
separate. Your sex juices are sweet and slippery. I assume their function
is to lubricate the hole when you screw. Man seed is thicker and creamy. It
has a slightly bitter taste. If you taste it as you ejaculate, it is still
warm. If you wait, it becomes sticky. You need to wash it off quickly or it
will dry in your body hair and be hard to get out."

"Do you have to take it in your mouth?" Archibald asked.

"Not at all. Most men just get out of the way. Some take it and then spit
it out," I said. "Am I the first man to eat your seed?"

He nodded. "It was really good when I was shooting," he said. "There was no
mess, nothing to clean up afterwards.  Did you like eating it?"

"Yes I did. It was good to share your climax. I could feel you relax as you
ejaculated," I said. "I often feel the same way when I shoot."

"I don't know if I have ever felt that sense of sharing," Archibald said.

"I didn't think that sort of feeling existed when I was younger. Sexual
interludes were rare and I almost never encountered the same man twice," I
said. "The sexual feelings are good, but they are better when you share
them with another person. They seem to intensify. It is as if you pool your
resources and the resulting sensations are greater than when you are
alone."

"Are you talking about love?" he asked.

"It could be that, but it is more often friendship.  It is a sexual
friendship. It is good when you meet a man and you enjoy him and he enjoys
you. You both have a good experience. I seemed to get better when you work
to make it better for him. Eventually you realize that you aren't two men
pleasing themselves, you are men pleasing each other," I explained. "When
that happens the pleasure doesn't just double, it expands exponentially."

"I have not felt that yet," Archibald said.

"It will happen, sometimes it takes time," I said. "We Scots are a reserved
people. We wrap ourselves in heavy woolen clothes most of the time, with
only our faces and hands showing. To be naked with another person seems
bizarre and strange to us. To be naked and sexually excited is even more
so."

"You were naked, erect and you had an orgasm. Not only that, I was with
you, stimulating your genitals and then sucking up every drop of your
orgasm. I noted every ejaculation, very spurt and dribble of your cock. I
felt you shiver and shake in pleasure," I said. "I enjoyed it.  When you
began to climax, I felt good because I had been able to induce it. Sucking
a cock excites me, tasting your man seed excites me."

"You are never as naked as you are when you are climaxing. I know you were
uneasy, but once you let loose and your seed sought escape, all was
well. With each spurt of cream, you relaxed. The first major ejaculations
are often most intense, but I think the later ones may be the most
pleasurable. Sometimes the intensity and excitement mask the pleasure." By
that time, Archibald was erect again. I leaned over and took his cock into
my mouth."

"I think everything is used up," he whispered.

"We will know soon enough," I said.  Archibald stayed for another hour and
a half and had two more orgasms. I think he may have had years of sperm
stored up in his balls. His third orgasm was a mouthful.  He went home
knowing more about himself than he did when he arrived. I assumed he would
be back, but you can never be sure about that. My days of feeling guilty
and being afraid of sex were well behind me. I was worried that Archibald's
sense of guilt was over developed.

During our conversations, Archibald told me about his family. He thought
they were straight laced. I suspected they were more than conventionally
proper. His father was a domestic tyrant. What Archibald thought was just
punishment, seemed to be sadism to me. I knew Archibald had enjoyed
himself, but I did not know if his ingrown habits of guilt and fear of sex
would reassert themselves.

A week later, I was returning home after a walk and he met me at the door
of my lodgings. He had been waiting for me. "It's good to see you," I said
as we shook hands.

"I wanted to thank you again for being so kind to me on my last visit
here," Archibald said. "Perhaps I should have sent a note, but I didn't
know what to say."  It was a dark, cold day and I asked him in. We talked
briefly and then someone knocked on the door.  It was Roddy and Bert. It
had begun to rain cats and dogs and they were soaked.  I asked them in and
introduced them to Archibald.  It took no time at all for me to realize
that Archibald was attracted to the two burley masons.  "I hope you aren't
offended, Archibald, but I think these men need to take off their wet
clothes before they get chilled.  The fire is warm. It will dry them
quickly," I said. A loud clap of thunder shook the house. The storm was
turning into a gale.

"It would be foolish to catch pneumonia for the sake of propriety,"
Archibald said. "We are all men. I will not be shocked." As Roddy and Bert
stripped, they became less bear like and more human. The when they were
wearing only their undergarments I could see that Bert was more muscular
than he had been before my trip to France. While you could not see any
details of their genitals, you could see they were large and impressive. I
glanced at Archibald. He had been looking too. He looked up at me. I smiled
and then he smiles. When I looked at Roddy, he smiled too.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking like a typical Briton. The class system
is deeply ingrained, and one tends to see persons of other classes as
members of a different species. I could see that Archibald was interested
in the two working men, but I was surprised when Roddy and Bert noticed it
too. Roddy was more aggressive and forward in his approach to sex. I was
always afraid I would offend a potential playmate. They could take care of
themselves and did not care.

Roddy unbuttoned his under shirt exposing his hairy chest. The
undergarments did not allow you to see any details of his genitals, but you
could tell he was erect. Archibald was staring at Roddy's crotch. Roddy
rearranged the equipment for better viewing. This was clearly not
accidental.

"Why don't we go to my bedroom? It is much warmer there," I suggested. When
I entered the bedroom, I turned up the gas and in a few minutes the room
was warm.  Archibald was talking with Roddy and Bert.

"Archibald, I am afraid my body is more exposed than is proper in polite
society," Bert said. "I hope you are not shocked."

"You are a handsome man," Archibald said. "I like the view. You can call me
Archie. Since we are naked Archibald seems too formal."

"Bert and I like to so some sightseeing too," Roddy said. "You might say we
visit Mr. Fergusson because we like the scenery. Mr. Fergusson is a good
man and he knows how to entertain guests. It is always a treat to visit
here."

"I met Angus only recently and I discovered that," Archibald said.

"Did you enjoy it?" Robby asked.

"I certainly did," he responded. Archibald removed his coat and vest. Robby
and Bert unbuttoned their undergarments. I began to strip.

Archibald was much less timid than he had been two weeks earlier. He had
either come to grips with his urges, or Robby and Bert excited him so much,
he was willing to be more adventurous. Robby was always ready and
willing. Bert did whatever Robby wanted.

Thinking about it later, I think Archibald assumed man sex was
characteristic of academic types. He thought it was characteristic of
artists, teachers and intellectuals. Real men did not have sexual feelings
for other men. Robby and Bert were stonemasons.  They were big, hardy,
strong men who endured harsh working conditions without complaint. Every
fiber of their bodies and personalities was masculine. They were clearly
interested in him, and this surprised and pleased him. Archibald thought
his taste would require him to associate with pale, thin men wearing velvet
suits and reciting poetry.

Robby liked sex and was not shy. He was excited about the prospect of
having sex with a new partner. Robby was energetic and enthusiastic.  He
was like a rushing river. It was more natural to go with the current than
to swim against it. Archibald flowed his lead. Robby sucked him first. They
got on the bed and Archibald sucked Robby as Bert sucked Archie. I noticed
a light hesitation as Archibald's mouth came closer to Roddy's cock head,
but once he made contact, all was well. Ten minutes later, everything was
more than going well. Archie and Roddy bonded and Roddy became Archie's
guide to man sex.

It seemed that if Roddy did it, it was acceptable to Archie. If I had
cracked the door open at our previous meeting, the door was wide open
now. Since Roddy was occupied with Archie, Bert and I joined our forces. I
had forgotten how much fun he had been. He must had learned new skills
while I was away in France. He had put on some weight, but it was all in
muscle.  He was more relaxed and while the experiences were intense, they
were gentle.

As was often the case, he eased his member into my ass. Was a slow, gentle
penetration. Bert had a generous flow of precum so he lubricated the way
himself. He did not need to re-lubricate, so the penetration was without a
break.  Bert did shift my position a few times until he found the perfect
fit in my ass.  At one point, he found a way to get the thickest part of
his cock next to my prostate so that there was continuous contact.  I began
to moan.

I heard Roddy talking. "Have you ever fucked a man?" he asked.

"No, I'm not sure I knew you could do such a thing," Archie replied.

"You certainly can. Angus is a most accommodating man. Would you like to
try him after Bert is finished?"

"I could not do that," Archie replied.

"Let me assure you that you can!" Roddy said with a laugh. Bert finished as
Roddy laughed. Archie came over and placed his cock at sperm coated hole.

"Don't be shy, Angus will love it," Roddy said. A second later Archie's
enter cock was in me.  I loved it, but Archie loved it a lot more.