Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2008 18:58:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 10

The Smithy 10

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.

It seems to me that much of the conventional language of sex relates to
conquest and surrender. A lover lays siege to his beloved and after a long
battle the beloved surrenders and is conquered. The conquered one looses
her virginity and is no longer pure.  This language is entirely
inappropriate for the men at the Chateau of DeLaval. Here all were
available and receptive.  One needed only to ask and it was granted. The
only stress was waiting for the next sexual interlude. For the life of me I
can find no virtue in virginity without pleasure.

In the conservatory hidden servants several times a day turned on
sprinklers on the glass ceiling and showered the room in warm water. This
gentle rain washed away the semen and other fluids that drooled from the
genitals of the assembled men. I was embarrassed when Ali and Abdul's seed
drooled from my ass. This bothered no one. Indeed, the Duke himself came up
to me, had me bend over and rimmed my ass, collecting the remains of his
friends' orgasms. It seems he regarded these remains as a delicacy.

Since Pierre, Edgar and I were new to the group we were much sought
after. Edgar had been afraid he was too old for the group, but that wasn't
the case. He and his genitals were in constant demand. I didn't know if
this was because the group was egalitarian in its principles, or simply
interested in novelty.  What ever it was, the result was pleasurable.

While I enjoyed many men that afternoon, Abdul, Emile and Stavros stayed
near me and kept an eye on me. We didn't have a conventional dinner. Food
appeared at intervals. This was in bite sized pieces called hors d'oeuvres.
I wasn't sure I had ever heard of such things, but they seemed to be the
rage here. Meat was served on skewer's. It was quite delicious and exotic.

Professor Schmidt came up to me. "There are two more days of this, We must
retire to the bedrooms and rest. You will be exhausted otherwise.  I was a
bit tired and went to bed. He joined me shortly. I discovered he wasn't
entirely sincere about needing rest. His generously scaled organ had no
problem penetrating my ass. One arm played with the hair on my chest while
his cock caressed my rectum.  I was entirely passive.  He did all the work.
I dosed off several times to be woken by his orgasms. I had only to enjoy
and accept the fruits of his balls.

I fell asleep with his cock in my ass and woke the next morning with his
cock in place.  When I woke I slipped out of the bed, put on my robe and
went to the pool to bathe. The conservatory was empty except for servants
cleaning and some gardeners. One of these was a huge man with a shock of
white hair and matching bushy beard. He was directing two healthy lads
installing new ornamental plantings on the edge of the pool. As was the
case elsewhere, all were nude.

I went over to him, "The plants are lovely."

"Yes," he replied I a deep bass voice. "The Duke likes to have everything
at it's prime." The gardener spoke in refined, educated French, unlike most
of the servants.

"With the artificial rain from the sprinklers, it should ease your task," I
said. "Is there an elevated tank to maintain water pressure?" I'm afraid my
interests in hydraulics comes to the fore even when talking with a naked
gardener.

"Several of the the turrets and towers of the Chateau hold tanks," he
replied. "They look as if they were pure examples of the architect's fancy,
but they are most useful for me. I take it you are M. Fairbairn?"

"Yes, I am.  How did you know?"

"Emile, the strong man, mentioned you. We are friends, close friends, I am
Louis LeFarge, former professor of Botany at the Sorbonne."

When he said he was a friend of Emile, my member began to get firm. As
often happens, my cock betrayed my feelings. Louis was a handsome man, with
a barrel chest and strong arms. His hair was white on his head, salt and
pepper on his chest and pitch black at his bush. His balls seemed to
disappear in the pubic forest, but his cock peaked out.  Peaked is the
wrong word. It didn't appear to be long, but it was wide. His head was at
least the size of an English penny. It was three quarters exposed and his
slit was wide.

"Emile said you were a handsome man," Louis said. "Let me show you another
part of our water works." We walked onto the temple side of the garden and
then under a waterfall.  This water was heated and served as a shower
bath. He embraced me under the water and we kissed. To the rear of the
waterfall, concealed from view, was a grotto room. There was a bed, covered
in furs.  We got on it and I nursed on his member and he explored mine. His
manhood was massive and hard, but surprisingly tender. I had to stretch my
mouth wide to take even the knob, but every movement my tongue made against
his cock head caused a reaction. He shivered, twitched and moaned, but most
of all he oozed the sweet nectar of his balls.

Louis had swallowed my cock whole and worshiped my cock with enthusiasm. I
was enthralled as his ball ooze heightened my sexual excitement. He
suddenly stopped moving and a second later my mouth was filled with his
seed. My entire mouth cavity was filled. My tongue was enveloped in his
cream. I was shocked both at the amount and its temperature. It was hot,
almost steamy. It was as if his balls were boilers, heating his seed for
release. I forced my tongue into the wide slit to stop it up.  That dammed
the seed in his shaft.  He shivered as the fluids backed up. That worked
for a few seconds, but then my mouth flooded a second time.

After a few more explosive ejaculations Louis calmed down and the
ejaculations diminished. For a brief moment I had been afraid.  I was going
to choke, but once the flow diminished, I wanted to get every drop. His
cock head had become acutely sensitive following the orgasm, but I
continued to lick it. His slit may well have been more than a half inch
wide. I got my tongue deep into his shaft and cleaned up the remaining
seed.

While we played Emile had come into the grotto unnoticed. He slipped his
cock into my ass. I hadn't expected that, but it was welcome none the
less. He pumped my ass as I milked Louis.

"The young man has no need for breakfast, I take it, Louis?"

"None at all."

"I should have warned you, my friend Robert, Louis is an anatomical
wonder. Did you take it all?"

I lifted my head away from Louis's crotch long enough to say yes.

"Some men gag, some choke.  You are a wonder.  Only I have been able to do
that," Emile said. He began to pump wildly. He started to moan as he rear
loaded me. Louis had a second orgasm, much to my surprise. As man seed
spurted into my body I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. I left the
grotto, showered in the waterfall and returned to the pool.

The pool was empty.  I jumped in and swam the length. I heard a splash when
I got to the other end.  It was Abdul. He jumped into the water and came to
me. We talked for a short while.  It was difficult, since his grasp of
French was limited. Eventually I realized he wanted some private sex
lessons. He was new to male sex.  He liked everything he had done, but he
wanted to learn more, privately rather than in front of two dozen
men. Abdul was afraid he would lose face.

The day before I had sucked him and he and fucked me, but I wasn't sure his
lips had touched a cock. He told me his ass was virgin. Abdul had no desire
to stay a virgin, but he wanted to learn without a large audience. "Your
Uncle Ali hasn't deflowered you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No.  I would like that, but he is so big. He is afraid
he would hurt me." We got out of the pool and went to my room. Schmidt was
still asleep, so I went to Pierre and Edgar's room. Pierre was awake and I
explained our problem. I sat down and offered my cock to Abdul. He was
uneasy, but once he tasted it he grew more enthusiastic. Pierre lubricated
his cock and very gently opened Abdul's ass.

Pierre's cock was well scaled, but not exceptional.  It was ideal for a
young man's first foray into anal sex. Pierre took his time and slowly
pushed into the Arab's hole.  Abdul shook when Pierre's knob popped through
the sphincter.  Abdul was tense for a few seconds then relaxed. Pierre did
what might be described as an anal massage. Abdul loved it.  The deeper
Pierre pushed his cock, the more enthusiastically Abdul sucked my cock.

Edgar was awake now.  Pierre pulled out and let Edgar take his place. Edgar
had a much thicker member and it was harder for Abdul to take at
first. Edgar was gentle too, and he worked on stretching Abdul's
sphincter. I was next in line. Schmidt was up and too my place in the
chair. Abdul liked sucking the professor's member. All of Pierre and Edgar
efforts at the young Arab's ass was worth it.  My cock slid in deeply
without effort. All was well.

That evening I saw Abdul sitting on Ali's cock squirming in pleasure. Both
men were in an ecstasy induced trance. The rest of the weekend turned into
a sexual fog. While I met and enjoyed many men, Emile, Stavros, Ali, Abdul
and the professor were most attentive.  M. LaFarge joined us when he could.
Professor Schmidt was right about exhaustion.  By the time we left I needed
to sleep for a full day.  My vacation was over and I had to return to
England.

Life at Oxford seem very quiet and staid compared to my Paris
adventures. That wasn't a bad thing. I enjoyed a quiet life of study. I was
interested in my academic pursuits and as I got deeper into my studies, I
became more interested and fascinated. Hydraulics was my obsession and I
also became interested in machinery. My father greatly approved of that.

All work with no play is a well known problem, but I had a problem with all
play and no work. My father regarded his work as being of benefit to
society. He felt if you had a gift for such things, you had to develop
it. I was quiet shocked when he told me he was going to remarry. He was
nervous when he told me. My father was afraid I wouldn't understand his
need for companionship and affection. I understood his needs.

He introduced me to Mme. Willamina Bruckner the next time I was
home. Willy, as he called her was a widowed Swiss lady of some
accomplishments.  She was a painter and illustrator of botanical
materials. She began as a conventional lady flower painter, but she had
done some illustrations for a learned book for her brother.  These had been
well received and she became a much sought after artist. I looked through
one of the books and saw that she combined technical precision with
artistic grace. Her illustration were both informative and beautiful too
look at.

When I closed the book, I noted the author's name, M. Louis DeFarge,
Sorbonne, Paris.  "Is M.LaFarge your bother?" I asked.

"I am his youngest sister," she replied in her French accent. "My parents
died when I was 11. Louis raised me and my sisters. He is a wonderful
man. I think I share some of his scientific interests."

Willy naturally was nervous at meeting the grown son of her future husband,
but after a hour of conversations all was well. She was very different from
my mother, but they were obviously well suited for each other. Her husband
had died in the shipwreck of the Macedonian five years earlier. She had
been able to support herself on her skill as an artist. At first she had
struck me as being a bit plain, but as I got to know her I saw she was a
handsome woman.  I assumed she was in her mid thirties, but I detected no
falseness in her affection for my father.

That I was attracted to her bother as my father was attracted to her was a
great coincidence. I realized he felt a sexual connection to her. Several
years earlier I might have been shocked to think my father was having
sexual relations with another woman. Now I felt relieved. I had worried
about him being alone in the great house.  They were married in
Venice. Willy wanted to see the city. My father returned a happy
man. Venice had been a revelation to him. He loved it. Willy embellished
the house with sketches of the city.  A year later she gave birth to twin
girls. My father was overjoyed.

My own life was more than satisfactory. My studies fascinated me, and I got
a note from Ralph asking if I could visit.  Mac, our Scots friend, was
planning to visit with several comrades. The visit was to take place over
the Christmas break. Ralph thought I would enjoy a visit.  I knew I would
enjoy it. I had to do some research in London ,so I was able to leave
Oxford early and I got to Ralph's cottage a week before Christmas.

Ralph had added a room to his cottage.  This gave him a bed room.  He
thought this was a great luxury. Ralph was cheerful as always and was much
interested in my studies.  Ralph wasn't an educated man, but he was most
interested in science.  We played checkers and I lost as usual. I brought
him a gift, a chess set. We spent an evening going over the rules, Ralph
was fascinated.  The next day we played our first game. As a lark I
suggested the winner could fuck the looser.  We played three games and
Ralph spent the rest of the night with his cock in my ass. I took the
losses well. When I first met Ralph two years earlier I had been a virgin.
The first time Ralph screwed my was the most exciting thing I had ever
felt.  I was by no means a virgin now, but his cock still worked its magic.

"You are much more open that you use to be," Ralph said, "Have you been
practicing?"

"I don't know what to say."

Ralph laughed. "I am no shrinking violet. I'm afraid I don't save myself
for our next meeting. We are friends. You can't have too many
friends. There is no reason not to enjoy yourself."

"I may have too many friends."

Ralph smiled. "I don't think so. I think sex is like food. You can eat many
things, some is just all right, some is tasty, some is delicious.  I don't
eat only delicious food. It's all good. Some may be better or more exciting
than others, but it's still good. You are open!  Does it still feel good?"

"As far as I can tell, it feels better," I said. "I think you're going
deeper." He gave me a few hard thrusts, and I couldn't talk any more.
Actually I couldn't breathe. When I woke the next morning, I remembered sex
is magic. The primitive people who worshiped fertility gods and goddesses
understood more about life than we moderns.

At mid morning I heard the sound of marching feet. I looked out the window
and saw Mac and five other kilted men. They were all impressive looking.
All were bearded and looked huge, especially in their uniforms. They were a
hearty group and they seemed that they were in good spirits.  In Ralph they
saw a like spirit. I was a gentleman and they were a bit uneasy.

In their uniforms and kilts they looked alike.  It was cold and damp
outside, but Ralph had built a good fire and the cottage was warm. As the
soldiers began to strip off layers of heavy woolen clothes, they began to
turn into individuals.

Two of the men had red hair, and massive beards.  Duncan and Alistair were
striking men.  It took me a little while to realize they weren't just
similar, they were identical twins.  George had pitch black hair and looked
the way I would have visualized Blackbeard the pirate.  He was both
boisterous and cheerful. I had never met a man whose appearance so belied
his personality.

The smallest man was Charles. He was the oldest man there, with his brown
beard streaked with white. While he was of average height, he appeared to
be quite muscular. The youngest of the men was Jamie. He was blond and was
perhaps twenty.

Jamie had a golden blond beard, curly and full. It was an older man's beard
on the body of young man. I talked to him and realized he was from a very
humble background.  He had a strong accent that was hard to understand.
The army saved him from a life of poverty.  He was shy. I think he was
afraid of making a mistake.  He relaxed greatly as we talked.  Mac joined
us. Mac knew his family and it seemed that Mac had recruited him as well as
several of the other men.  As a group they would have been fine examples of
Highlanders of olden times.

As the cottage got warmer, the soldiers removed more clothes and they got
to be more attractive. Ralph was talking with the twins as he stirred a
cauldron of venison stew.

Someone knocked on the door.  I answered it and found Angus and Alexander,
the father-son masons I had met on my first visit with Ralph, and Robert
the dwarf who worked with them. A few moment later there was another knock.
This time it was Ram, Big Jack and Earnest.

It had begun to snow outside.  There had been scattered flakes when Angus
arrived.  When Ram came snow was falling at good pace, and the wind picked
up. The cottage was cozy and warm. Ralph made introductions. In a short
while the soldiers and locals had intermixed.

The new guests soon stripped down to the level of the soldiers. Ralph
stripped off his clothes and stirred the cauldron naked. Mac was next and a
minute later we were all naked. The soldiers had been puzzled about Robert,
but when he was naked he was most popular. Most of the men in the cottage
were tall. Robert's mouth was at cock level.  Robert wasn't shy and went
for Mac's meat. Mac was playful and loved the attention.  I noted that men
who are as well hung as Mac have no problem getting naked or erect.

Once Mac was sexually involved his soldiers followed suit. Ralph was
involved with the twins. George connected with Big Jake and
Earnest. Charles mated with Angus and Alexander.  I got close to Jamie and
Ram joined us. Jamie was young, uneasy and excited. He had a beautiful
body, slim and muscular.  His beard was curly, but his chest hair was
silky. It was concentrated at his tits and in the middle of his chest then
flowed like a silken river to his bush. He had a long, white snake at half
staff.

I was talking with Jamie when Ram fell to his knees and sucked him. Jamie
looked shocked and then relieved. "Have you ever had a Maharajah suck your
cock before?" I asked.  Jamie shook his head.

"He's good at it, isn't he?" I asked.  The young Scot nodded. Ram looked up
and winked at me. He stood and I sank to the floor. Jamie's cock was fully
erect and oozing.  Just the way I like it. His cock was long and thin. It
curved downward to he was easy to deep throat.

"You are a handsome man," Ram said to Jamie. "Tell how can I please you."

"This is good."

"Do you like to fuck?" Ram asked. I looked and saw Jamie was fondling Ram's
impressive cock.

"Do you?" Jamie asked the massive Indian.

"Oh yes. I like to top and to bottom."

"Could I fuck you?" Jamie asked.

"Yes, that is possible," Ram said, "But I must tell you I only accept the
cocks of men who can accept mine. I am a big man. I think it is good rule
to only do what one is willing to have done to himself."

"The golden rule?"Jamie said. "I can take big ones," "Mac taught me how."
By now Jamie was lmost excited.