Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2009 18:29:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 11

The Smithy 11

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.

Ram got on the bed and opened his ass for Jamie. His dark skin covered in
swirling hair contrasted with Jamie's pink cock.  That organ vanished
effortlessly in the black hole. Ram sighed in satisfaction as the Scot's
cock went deep. It was the sigh you make when someone scratches a
particularly irritating itch. The contrast between Ram's hairy, dark ass
and Jamie's delicate pink cock was unexpectedly arousing. My cock inflated
to it maximum extent.

The twins, Alistair and Duncan, noticed that and came over to me. One
dropped to his knees so he could suck me and the other went to my rear. His
mushroom knocked at the rear door and I opened it to let him in. The duo
worked as a team switching places when the fucking twin got close to an
orgasm.

Alistair or Duncan's cock was in my ass for at least and hour. When they
pulled off George, our Blackbeard, replaced them. George's thick cock was a
thrill. The twins shot off in my ass so there was plenty of man made
lubricant. Normally it would have been a challenge to take a cock as thick
as his, but Alistair and Duncan's man juices made it easy. It was a
pleasant surprise to have George in my hole without effort or any
discomfort.  Big Jack came over to watch.

I thought Big Jack was going to suck me, but he was interested in George. I
couldn't tell if Big Jack was interested in George's member, or in the
twin's seed that was dripping from it. Big Jack licked George every tine he
pulled out. Whatever it was, George got very excited and soon added his
cream to the brew in my ass. When he pulled out he was still ejaculating
and Big Jack got to suck up some of the fresh sperm.

It took me a little while to understand the relationships between the
soldiers. To some extent, they were Mac's harem. Most came from difficult
or even dire circumstances. Jamie was poor and homeless when Mac found
him. The Twins came from a similar situation. Mac found them, got them in
the army and turned their lives around.

The sexual aspect of the relationship wasn't the price the men paid. They
all were willing if not more than willing participants. Mac was the
ultimate manly man and they served him eagerly. Needless to say, within the
limitations of the military life sexual encounters were limited. Mac
brought them to Ralph's so they could spread their wings in a less
restricted environment. Spread their wings they did.

The nudity was a new experience for the soldiers as was the freedom of
sexual relationships here. None of them were use to being naked or in
having sex in a lighted room. Ralph's cottage and the men in it were a
revelation to them. It is amazing how quickly one can get accustomed to the
new circumstances. At first the men were uneasy about getting erect in
front of their mates, but that passed. Mac set a good example for this.

"We're here for fun, not for a Sunday school lesson," Mac explained. "This
is like Guy Fawke's day when the usual rules didn't apply."

Ralph selected the civilian guests for their openness to new
experiences. The soldiers had all been broken in by Mac and his huge
member. They were fully trained and willing to oblige. Mac thought of his
cock and the sperm it spewed deep into his men's holes as a gift. He now
wanted them to spread the wealth.

The soldiers were much taken by Robert. The diminutive dwarf was intensely
masculine and muscular. He also was well endowed. After sucking many of the
men, he returned to Mac.  Mac lifted him up and sat the dwarf on his cock.
Several men looked amazed when Mac's huge organ slipped in the the little
man's arse. Robert loved it. Mac realized Robert's small stature presented
opportunities for pleasure. You can do things with small men that you can't
do with 250 pound hulks.  Mac treated Robert as a over sized sporran.

George, the Black Beard look alike, stared at Robert as the small man
twitched on Mac's cock. He sucked on the dwarf's big dick and had a great
time.  A little later I saw George on his back on the floor with Robert's
member deep in his ass. The men could both give and take.

Of course Robert had a full repertoire of sexual positions and skills.
With six new men he had never met, he could dazzle them with his knowledge
of dwarf -man sex.

I was on a bed again with Jamie's cock in my ass. Earnest was next to me
being fucked by Charles. Jamie's cock wasn't a challenge, but it was
entertaining. It was an easy fit and he was gentle. I could have taken it
for hours. He traded places with Charles. Charles was a average looking
man, not physically as impressive as the rest of his soldiers.

Up close his body was firm and muscular, the coating of brown hair gave him
a soft look. His cock was average in length, but shaped like a bulbous
sausage. His cock head was small, the shaft expanded to three inches in the
middle and then tapered to a more reasonable two inches where it joined his
body. It turned out it was the perfect shape to work me into a frenzy.

When he was in my ass, there was no room for my prostate.  The pressure was
unbelievable. My sphincter could barely stretch wide enough to accommodate
it as it entered, but once it was in, it was both comfortable and exciting.

"I usually bottom for Mac and the boys," Charles said. "I'd love to fuck
you good."  I told him to go ahead. He tried a few hard thrusts, but found
slower, deeper thrusts were better. He took his time and discovered to joys
of slow sex. Charles told me his sexual experiences had always been quick
so as to avoid detection.

"Mac told us it would be different here," Charles explained, "But I didn't
know what he meant. A man could get use to this." I enjoyed it and
apparently it showed. George came over and watched Charles slowly massage
my ass. He was intrigued at Charles' slow pace.

"Could I try the slow and easy approach, Charlie?" he asked.  "If the
gentleman doesn't object, that is?" Charles looked at me and I smiled.  He
pulled out and George took his place.  He had oiled his member and it slid
into my chute easily. This was the second time he had fucked me and his
cock was a old friend by now. "Damn, you've opened him up nice," George
muttered.  "It's smooth as silk." George had a eight inch long club.  His
cock head and shaft were the same size and the experience was entirely
different from Charles' member.

Charles got on the bed beside me and pulled up his legs exposing his
asshole to view. Big Jack came over to answer the invitation. He pushed his
cock deep into Charles' ass with a single hard thrust.  I was shocked, but
Charles moaned in pleasure. Charles was accustomed to taking Mac's monster.
Big Jack cock was a walk in the park compared to Mac's horse cock. Big Jack
and George could have been brothers. When Jack shot in Charles, Jack took
his place on the bed. George pulled out of my ass and entered Big Jack's
hole.

I'm not sure I had seen Big Jack take a cock before, but it clearly wasn't
his first time. I was without a playmate so I got off the bed and surveyed
the room. Given the intensity of the sexual activity, the room was placid
and calm.

As the afternoon progressed, men fucked me for the second and even the
third time. It seemed to me that the pleasure increased with reptition. As
is often the case, after the first round of orgasms the sex slowed and the
men relaxed. Most men seem to be frenzied as they work up to the
climax. Once the pressure is released, they can take their time working up
to the second, or third orgasms.

We had a very good dinner and then talked.  It was very dark out side and
the room was illuminated only by the fire and a candle or two. The place
seemed cozy and intimate. Sexual activity resumed, but at a slower and less
frantic pace. By now we all knew each other and we fell asleep comforted by
the warmth of our friends' bodies.

The soldiers had to leave the next morning. Ralph and I cleaned up his
cottage and spent the afternoon in quiet intercourse. It had been a
beautiful weekend. I returned to Oxford.

There was a message waiting for me in my room. It was from Sir Edmund
Bannister, the explorer.  He was preparing for a expedition to the Pacific
to study indigenous plants on isolated islands.  His personal secretary had
taken ill and he needed an educated gentleman to serve in that
capacity. While he knew botany wasn't my specialty, he thought I might like
to join him on the expedition.

I was interested and went to see him the next day. It was a great
opportunity for me. I sent a telegram to my father asking his advice. Much
to my surprise he was enthusiastic. He and his new wife knew much about Sir
Edmund, and my father admired the man. The expedition was to leave in two
weeks and that time was filled with activity getting clothes and equipment.

Much to my surprise M. Louis LaFarge, the gardener from the chateau and
former professor of Botany from the Sorbonne was joining us. He was my step
mother's brother so it was a sort of a family affair. I realized the long
boring days at sea wouldn't be that boring. Two weeks later we boarded the
Cleopatra for the trip to India and then to New South Wales in
Australia. The Cleopatra was a freighter that had accommodations for only
20 passengers, all members of our expedition.

It didn't take me long to realize not only were the members of the
expedition like spirits, the Captain and crew were also members of the
brotherhood. Captain Lewis was a handsome bearded man, most distinguished
looking. There were two Junior officers, Mr. Wyeth and Mr. MacAffee who
were also handsome but miss matched. Mr. Wyeth was perhaps 30, thin and
rather elegant. MacAffee was fifty, burly and heavily bearded.

Mr. Wyeth seemed to deal with the passengers and Mr. MacAffee with the crew
and the boiler room operations. Curiously I seemed to run into Mr. MacAffee
more than Mr. Wyeth. We had a tour of the ship and the boiler room and my
technical interests came to the fore. The boiler facilitated me and
Mr. MacAffee was more than willing to talk. I am interested in machinery,
but I must admit, the semi nude coal stokers were of interest too. They
were not like Greek Gods at all, but they were manly.

We had bad weather shortly after leaving England, and I discovered I wasn't
subject to sea sickness. It wasn't actually a storm, but what the Captain
referred to as high seas. It was very hard on the members of our
expedition. Even Sir Edmund, who was nothing if not a seasoned traveler, as
effected by it.

One evening during the period of the high seas, Mr. MacAfee and I were the
only ones to take dinner.  The Captain and Mr. Wyeth were the bridge and
everyone else decided to remain in their cabins. We had a long conversation
on the boilers and the mechanisms of the ship. The conversation turned to
Sir Edmund. He had traveled on this ship several times and I was clear to
me that Mr. MacAffee knew of his sexual interests. Mr. MacAfee asked if I
shared Sir Edmund's recreational tastes.

"I have to admit I do," I replied. "Does that bother you?"

"Not at all," he replied. "The Capitan believes that sort of recreation
makes for a happy ship. The Cleopatra runs mostly from England to
Australia. It is a long and boring voyage."  He leaned near to me. "Frankly
it's happiest on the ship when everyone is screwing like rabbits. I don't
like love affairs at sea, that causes jealousy, but screwing and sucking
just keeps everyone happy."

I smiled. "You appear to be a man of liberal disposition."  MacAffee
nodded. Dinner was over and he asked me to his cabin. We had just stripped
naked when there was a knock on the door. It was a huge man I had seen
stoking the boilers a day earlier. He came in and stripped. In the boiler
room he had been covered in soot and dust. Now he was scrubbed pink He
looked around and saw I was in the room.  He looked puzzled.

"It's all right Bull. Mr. Fairbairn is a good man," MacAffee said. Bull
dropped to his knees and began to suck him.

"Mr. Fairbairn is a guest," MacAffee said. "Take care of him first." Bull
pivoted and swallowed my cock. The man must have been over six feet six, or
seven inches tall and was very muscular too. His tongue, however, gently
caressed my cock and balls.

"Bull is the strongest back among the stokers," MacAffee said. "They're all
strong, but he is the strongest. He works hard every day, but when he gets
some time off he likes to play. By the way, he loves man milk."

"I like the cream too," I said. From the way MacAffee talked I suspected
Bull was of limited intelligence.

"I've got lots of cream," Bull said.

MacAffee laughed. "Let me warn you. Bull's balls are full of man seed, but
it takes a while to get it out."

"I've got time," I said. Bull stood and I sank to the floor. His cock and
balls seemed small in comparison to his body, but that was an optical
illusion. I sucked the tip of his foreskin into my mouth then worked my
tongue into the pucker to lick up what ever had drooled earlier. Inside the
skin I only encountered the taste of pre cum and a faint taste of soap.

MacAffee stood on the bed so Bull could suck him as I took care of Bull's
meat. As soon as MacAffee's cock was in Bull's mouth, Bull's precum began
to flow. Bull might be limited intellectually, but he was fully capable of
feeling pleasure. This turned out to be a pleasurable experience for all of
us.

Bull was a giant of a man, but his sexual equipment was both sensitive and
responsive. I did some exploring and discovered the most sensitive spots on
his cock. I discovered the filament of skin that connected the foreskin to
his cock head was a good spot. It was had to believe my tongue could lick
that spot and drive him crazy.

"Stop it, please," Bull would cry. I would stop and a second or two later
he would beg me to do it again. MacAffee shot off and Bull took load.  We
took a break to catch out breath.  MacAffee dozed off.

"You are a nice man,"Bull said. "Do you still want my milk? You don't need
to take it. You are fun."

"I would like to take it," I said. "Do you ever shoot it in the arse?"

Bull smiled. His cock had relaxed, but returned to his erect state. "The
boys fill my ass," he said. "It's warm and safe in my arse."

"Would you like to shoot into mine?" I asked. Bull looked confused, then he
realized I wanted his to fuck me. He smiled again. He went to a small
cabinet next to the bed and removed a bottle of oil. "You fuck me and I
fuck you?" he asked.

I took the bottle and coated his cock and then oiled my ass. I got Bull on
the floor and straddled him. His long, slightly curved cock fit my ass
perfectly. As his pubic hair touched my ass I moaned in pleasure. He sat up
while I was still impaled and he held me. He held me tight as if he was
afraid I would go away. He began to twitch and shiver. I felt his cock
twitching in my hole.  He was ejaculating.  I could feel his sperm tickling
my ass lining.  It was lovely.