Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 19:43:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 15

The Smithy 15

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.



We stayed in the main room of the bath for a while. Omar said there was a
second room attached to it,he called the Paradise Pavilion. It was domed,
with a skylight open to the sky above and a large tree in the middle.  The
room was planted with exotic flowers and plants and there was a ring of
fountains on the edge of the space.  At first I thought there were garlands
hanging from the tree; they actually concealed hammock like swings. It was
a lovely room.

Suleiman and several of the other men who had been in the hamman, dropped
their towels and got on the swings.  Then I realized the function. They
slipped their legs into silk ropes. These held their legs in the air and
opened their asses. A servant oiled their orifices, then came to us and
oiled our members. Omar invited LaFarge to use his son.

The butler took each of us to our appointed playmate. I went to a groom
named Mustafa. He was a big, hairy man and as soon as my cock touched his
hole he moaned in pleasure. He spoke a little French and apparently Osmin
and sent word I had a taste for older, masculine men.  Mustafa was a cousin
of some sort. He liked younger men and was both responsive and
enthusiastic.

Jimmy was connected with a thin hairy groom. It was good for all of
us. Technically this could have been called an orgy, but it was both
relaxed and almost casual. At first I thought it was Omar being hospitable
to his his guests, then I thought it might be related to our rank.  It was
almost entirely anal and seemed to be a way for us to get acquainted with
Omar, his family and friends. We spent the entire time between meeting and
dinner in sexual play.

Suleiman and LaFarge got along well. When I said it was casual and
relaxing, that applied only to the initial period. As the afternoon
progressed the action became more intense. What had been more of an anal
and genital massage became more intense and sexual. As guests we topped,
but the situation evolved. They were all circumsized, and we were all
uncut. They regarded this as exotic. Omar watched my cock as I fucked.
Mustafa's is hole peeled back the foreskin, but was tight enough to pull it
over my cock head when I withdrew. This fascinated Omar.

Mustafa was beefy and hairy like the rest of the family, he had a muscular
ass that gripped my cock firmly.  His own member was thick too. His head
was fully exposed and drooled manly fluids. I collected some of this and
tasted it.  This pleased both Omar and Mustafa.

After a while I took Mustafa's place on the swing. His fat cock was both
filling and enjoyable. I have heard that in oriental cultures it is
desirable to make noise as you eat. This is considered a mark of
appreciation for a meal well cooked.  I was moaning as Mustafa plowed me.
This was considered polite. They wanted to hear you enjoying it.

Omar took his turn at my ass too. He was as thick as his cousin, but
longer. He was careful when he entered me first, but got wilder as he
discovered I could take it. I came close to shooting.  He pulled out just
before I shot off. I wanted to jerk myself to an orgasm, but he wouldn't
let me. "There is a long afternoon to fill," he explained.

The swing was unexpectedly enjoyable. It was low stress and the connection
with ones partner was only the cock. It was purely the sex organs
connecting, with no other distractions. The swing was adjustable so my ass
could be at the perfect height for each man.

I felt like the pendulum in an over sized sexual clock. Mustafa and Omar
were the strikes that rang in the hours.  Truthfully speaking they rang in
the hours, half hours, quarter hours and minutes. There were four
swings. All of their occupants were moaning in response to the throbbing
cocks. My mechanical interests came to the fore and I wondered if it would
be possible to coordinate the men's moans and create a swing powered sex
organ.

During a lull, servants brought fruits and pastries as well as cool
drinks. The servants were all nude and completely unconcerned about their
nudity as they served us. Apparently naked and erect men enjoying
themselves was normal for them. While it was informal, everyone was
aroused.  There is no way for nude men to hid their interest. LaFarge and
Suleiman were chatting and clearly their coupling was most
successful. LaFarge's impressive organ glistened with oil and the lubricant
from Suleiman's ass.  Jimmy had a cluster of men surrounding him.  They
were the grooms from Omar's stables.

We ate and talked and then men began to return to the swings. LaFarge
attracted younger men.  He was both manly and handsome.  He had a fatherly
way with them they found attractive. I later found out fathers in that
culture tended to be demanding task masters. It was easier to develop a
friendship with an uncle.  Age was regarded as an indication of virtuous
living.  M. LaFarge's white beard impressed them.

Jimmy's grooms were all thin, wiry men, weatherbeaten and use to hard work
and hardship. Jimmy was a more muscular version of them and they thought he
was handsome.  They were vigorous lovers and that was fine with Jimmy.  He
could give and take.

After the break I returned to the swing and was with several older men.
Anthony and Sergius were from the Coptic side of Omar's family.  Sergius
had a massive beard and and spoke French. From the way he was addressed I
guessed he was a priest, or monk. His cock was long and quite thin. I took
it easily. Sergius liked to explore my ass, his knob was broad and I could
feel him investigating my rectum. I had not been oiled again, but he was a
leaker and his own juices lubricated me.

He was slow and deliberate and we talked as he slipped back and forth in my
hole. I mentioned the attitude to sex was casual and relaxed here.

"This is not sex!" Sergius said.  "It is only sex if it is with a woman.
No chance or pregnancy means it's not sex."

"That makes sense to me."

"The only requirement is that you not spill your seed on the ground," he
explained. "That would be a waste. Many feel the seed contains a man's
strength. It is better to share it with a friend than to waste it. It is
best if you give it to a good friend or a relative. It gives him strength."
I must have looked disappointed. He quickly added, "Honored guests are
always welcome to receive our seed." I squeezed my ass to thank
him. Sergius smiled and picked up the pace.

Sergius had low hanging, bull balls. I felt them slapping against my ass he
he began to pound me. He suddenly stopped and I felt an explosion of warmth
in my ass as his steamy seed filled my ass. He stayed in until the last
drop was in me. I squeezed my ass to milk the seed.  That was apparently
exactly the right thing to do.  He was the first to inject his sperm in my
ass, but not the last.

When he pulled out a young man came over and licked his cock, and another
cleaned my ass of any trace of sperm.  This struck me as a lowly job, but
the youths did it with obvious gusto. I got out of the swing and Omar
winked at me as he got in the contraption. Swirls of hair surrounded his
puffy anus. It was well used.  A young man oiled my cock and I placed it at
the center of the anus and pushed. His hole opened and peeled my foreskin
back, then caressed my cock head. I had heard Jimmy talking about ass lips.
Omar had them. His ass kissed and caressed my knob, then I would slip deep
and rub his prostate. His son, Suleiman, got behind me and eased his cock
into my ass. Omar and Suleiman never played together but they watched each
other.  They seemed to have shared the same tastes. They never made a
direct sexual connection, but they were always near each other.

My connection with Mustafa and Sergius had been successful and they brought
their friends and relations for me to enjoy. Sergius explained that other
Europeans who had visited Omar had enjoyed the hamman but had only topped
and been sucked.  There had been no reciprocity. This they attributed to
European customs.  LaFarge, Jimmy and I were fully open to the potential
for mutual enjoyment.  This was exciting for the men.

Sergius whispered, "Omar has never taken to the swings with a visitor
before.  You are the first outside of the family." I said I was greatly
honored by his kindness.

Mustafa was from a minor branch of the family.  He was what we would have
called a poor relation in England. Mustafa's visit to my rectum had been an
honor to him and he was greatly pleased. While in England a sexual
connection with someone from the lower orders was shameful, he it was
regarded as indicating generosity of spirit.

Mustafa brought son, Ali, over to me. He was handsome and almost beautiful.
He spoke only Arabic, but cock's speak a universal language. Ali was smooth
except for a thick bush and had large balls in a low hanging sack.  He
sucked me and toyed with my foreskin. Had a cock that was long and quite
thick.  I returned to the swings and let him fuck me.  This caused an
outbreak of celebration. Not only was I the first European he had screwed,
I was the first man to open his ass for him. He had come of age as his
member popped into my ass.

It may have been the first time his cock felt the warm insides of a man's
ass, but Ali had been watching carefully. He was a master cock's man. He
wanted every inch of his cock in my ass and he wanted to drain his balls in
me. Remarkably, he took his time. He would build up a head of steam and
then relax.  He would rest with only his cock head on the dark side of my
sphincter.  I knew if I just tightened my ass muscles I could have made him
shoot. I tightened my sphincter a little and Ali smiled at me.  I relaxed
and he cooled off.  We understood each other.

We were surrounded by Ali's relatives. I guessed there were an uncle or
two, some cousins and a brother in addition to Mustafa, his father. They
seemed to be interested in seeing how long Ali could fuck me before he shot
off. That was fine with me. They also gave him some helpful hints as to
what felt good and would be good for me.

Mustafa and his brother alternated feeding me their cocks. They were half
hard but, still drooling precum and the remains of earlier orgasms.  Once
and a while some one would take Ali's place. The oil was losing its
effectiveness and I asked for more.  One of Ali's uncles shot his load at
my ass and pushed it into my chute with his cock. That was remarkably
pleasurable.  Two other men were kind enough to add there loads to my ass
and Ali got to push it into my ass.

They sat one of Ali's smaller cousins on my cock as I relaxed on the
swing. I'm big and was afraid I might hurt him, but that wasn't a problem
at all. He shot off almost immediately and Omar was close enough to take
the load. Finally Ali popped in a spectacular orgasm.  The room was filled
with applause. A bald description of this event makes it sound demeaning,
but it had all the feel of a family reunion. They were all friendly and
happy, enjoying me as I enjoyed them.

When they were done, Omar picked me up and took me to a divan on the side
of the room. Suleiman was waiting there for us. That is when the real
fucking started. My ass was well used and very sensitive after my time
spent with Mustafa's family. Omar deep cocked me.  My love tunnel was ultra
sensitive and I could feel every throbbing vein in his organ. He and I were
both moaning as his cock worked its magic.

When he got too close to shooting, Omar pulled out and let Suleiman take a
turn. We were all excited and had time for another round of orgasms before
dinner.  Dinner was a great banquet, and the next day we went off to see
the Pyramids. When we returned to Omar's house there was a wire asking that
we return to the ship. There had been some confusion and the Cleopatra had
to leave earlier than expected.

We got back in time to a allow the ship to leave the next morning. We got
to the Suez Canal and a pilot boarded the ship to guide us.  This put a end
to our normal routine, since we didn't know if he shared our sexual
tastes. I was tired and I seem to have slept my way through the canal to
the Red Sea. The pilot left and the voyage became hot and boring. We picked
up a new crewman, a steward named Raj. He was a tall Indian with a fierce
black beard and massive eyebrows sheltered by a turban. Raj looked more
like the leader of a army than a steward, but proved to be a find. He spoke
English well and had a ribald sense of humor. I got to know him better
later in the voyage.

Mr. Harmon, the engineer, got sick with some sort of a lung ailment. He was
moved to a cabin on the cooler, upper deck and Mr. MacAffee took over his
role with me as his assistant. This was hot and dirty work, but I enjoyed
it. My status as an useful man greatly increased with both the expedition
members and the crew. The crew had a tendency to see the passengers as
baggage.

A steam valve blew in the boiler room and burned Gordy, one of the
stokers. I was near by and pulled him to safety and shut down the control
valve that fed the broken piece of equipment. I narrowly escaped a bad burn
myself.  Sir Edmund and M. LaFarge had some medical knowledge and had some
medicines that reduced the Gordy's pain. Sir Edmund and LaFarge nursed him
back to health.

LaFarge was acquainted with the work of M. Louis Pasteur and had read about
new approach to medical treatment that emphasized germ control.  This
proved to be most successful. Gordy returned to the boiler room a week
later in good condition. This event greatly reinforced the crew's
attachment to the expedition members.

I was functioning as a member of the crew, but there were some pleasant
interludes. I had a chance to get to know the stokers better.  Jumbo was
deaf, but not unintelligent. He appreciated the time I spent with him, both
sexually and as companions. Many times I could understand what he
wanted. Oddly, Bull, who was of limited intelligence, also understood. We
had good times together.

Jonathan also joined us in the boiler room from time to time. He was much
enamored with the Captain, and Wyeth, but he felt a urge to experience the
pure sexual excitement of the Stokers. He was embarrassed at his urges, but
nature is a harsh taskmaster and we have little control of that strongest
of urges, the need for sex.

In my cabin we had whispered conversations about his fantasies. We laid on
the bed naked and fondled each other as we talked.  Jonathan had fucked
Gordy, but as yet no common man's cock had penetrated his ass. I noticed he
had been interested in sperm and had intercepted it mid air on his first
visit to the boiler room showers.

I asked, "Do you think you could open your ass to Bull or Jumbo's cock?"

"I really don't know," he said. "Think about it often. I think about you.
You are so free and easy and accepting.  Everything seems easy to you. I
have no problem with Captain Lewis or Mr. Wyeth."

"Those have been good experiences?"

"They were lovely," he whispered. "It was hard to believe such handsome men
would do that for me. They actually filled me with their sperm. I could
feel it spurting. I don't know what a women feels when a man fills her, but
it couldn't have been better than I felt.  I knew they felt the same way. I
wish it wasn't called fucking.  That seems too crude."

"Have you done the same for the Captain?"

"Not quite," Jonathan responded. "One night I just sat in a chair and the
captain just sucked me. I shot off and he took the cum, but he continued to
suck. I must have had six orgasms that night. That was beautiful too."

Two nights later I had Jumbo in my cabin when Jonathan appeared. "Oh, your
busy," he said. I told him to stay. We had a fine dinner earlier complete
with wine and Jonathan was mellow and relaxed. Jumbo thought Jonathan was
attractive and, of course, was attracted to the scholar's impressive
organ. We sat on the bed talking as Jumbo took care of both of us.

Jumbo was gentle and careful. I pointed out to Jonathan that his eyes were
active and engaged. He asked if Jumbo liked to be fucked. I said he did,
but I told him I had discovered his true interest was in fucking.

"I hate to sound too scientific, but Jumbo possesses a beautifully shaped
cock.  Not beautiful per se, but most effective," I explained.

"He looks like a bruiser," Johnathan remarked.

"Working as a stoker builds muscles," I said. "He's just a man like you and
me.  For years he bottomed because that's what his mates thought he
liked. I discovered his other interest. He takes what comes his way."

"How would he know what you would like to do?"

"I have a little bottle of oil here. If I were to rub some on you hole, he
could take it from there," I said.  I could almost see Jonathan's mind
working things out.

That isn't what happened. Jonathan pulled his legs up on the edge of the
bed so I could oil his ass, but Jumbo's tongue was in the hole before I
could oil it. Apparently this was a new experience for Jonathan and he
loved it. Fifteen minutes later Jonathan was fully impaled on Jumbo's
cock. Jumbo was a lot thicker than the Captain or Wyeth, so his cock was
more of a challenge.  Fortunately, Jumbo was sensitive. I think he
understood both how excited Jonathan was and how uneasy the man felt.

Jonathan was really tight and this felt good on Jumbo's cock.  Jumbo took
his time. Once he was half way in the rest just slipped into place. I had
been watching Jonathan's hole adapt to the invader when the entire organ
vanished into the ass. At first I thought Jonathan passed out, but then I
noticed Jonathan was still hard.  Jumbo was motionless for a short while,
then he pulled out leaving only the tip of his cock head in Jonathan's ass.
Jumbo slowly pushed it in again. I watched Jonathan's hole quiver then open
slightly. Jumbo did this several times until it was a single, smooth
movement into Jonathan's rectum.

As he thrust deep, precum pumped from Jonathan's cock head. It looked as if
Jumbo was pumping Jonathan's manly juices from his balls. It was beautiful
to watch. Jumbo slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts until he was
feverishly pounding Jonathan's hole. They shot off together.

Jumbo and I licked the sperm from Jonathan's torso. I licked it up. Jumbo
kissed it up. It was as if he was trying to savor every single drop of
Jonathan's seed. I slipped a finger into his cum filled ass. The entire
tunnel was filled with Jumbo's cream.  I slipped the finger in deeper and
pressed his prostate. This set off a second round of ejaculations.
Fortunately Jumbo was ready and suck the fresh sperm right from the spigot.
We all cooled off and my visitors left.

I was a little afraid this might diminish Jonathan's attachment to the
Captain, but this wasn't the case. The captain saw me the next day. "I ran
into Jonathan last night after he left your cabin.  He sure was glowing,"
he said. "I fucked him and it was wonderful. His ass was smooth as silk. I
take it it was Jumbo's seed?" I nodded.

"I didn't know Jumbo topped," the Captain remarked.

"I'm afraid I introduced him to playing the top," I said.

"Was he good?"

"Very good," I said. "He is both skilled and good at it."



Much to my surprise Wolf joined us too. He was handsome and manly and was a
great treat for the men.