Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2009 03:51:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 17

The Smithy 17

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.


Our arrival in Bombay was unexpectedly triumphal. We Britons are, by our
nature, insular and assumed the pirates were a threat to our shipping
ignoring their m other victims.  Their favorite victims were Arab and
Indian vessels. A full report of our victory over the pirates had reached
Bombay by wire and we were heroes.  Captain Medha was a person of some
importance and the company he worked for was large.

Bombay was vast and seemed to be packed solid with every species of human
being, from the abysmally poor to the unimaginably rich. As the Cleopatra
was unloaded Raj invited us to visit some friends of his. Sir Edmund,
M. LaFarge, Jimmy, Murad and I were carried there in rickshaw like
contraptions with Raj leading the way. We went out of the city to a walled,
fortress like house in a park like setting.

The heavy gate opened as we approached. The front portion of the house
seemed to be a business establishment. Passing through a second gate we
entered a quite beautiful garden courtyard.

"We must bathe and relax first," Raj said. "We will banquet tonight." He
led us to a space that would have done a Roman Emperor credit. The Indian
taste for extravagant decoration was very much in evidence. The main room
of the bath was a pool, with a Turkish style steam area on one side and a
mechanical water fall in the other. All of the attendants were naked and
seemed to have a servile desire to please us.

I was uncomfortable about this, but Sir Edmund was unworried. "You have
done a great service for the master of this house.  This is expected and
normal." Shortly there after I realized there was a sexual aspect to their
care.  This too Sir Edmund regarded as normal.

"Raj knows our tastes. Our hosts would want to please us," he remarked. I
knew there was an aspect of ancient Indian religion that included sexual
ecstasy as a part of divine worship. I soon found out it was alive and well
in his mansion. I hadn't realized it survived.

Raj arranged for us to be tutored in this form of worship. Looking back I
might have expected to be asked if I wanted to participate in these
rituals. I laughed at myself. Raj didn't need to ask me; he knew the
answer.

Most of the attendants were sexually relaxed, but some were semi erect and
a a few were most excited.  As a group we were impressive group of men from
a sexual view point. Our generous endowments were noted with approval by
the attendants.

Each of us was assigned a group of three or four men let by a Guru. The men
were graded in size with one man almost dwarf like, and the biggest was
well over six feet tall. The Guru himself was of average height for an
Indian, but his sexual organs were huge.  At first each of us was in a
separate chamber, but I soon found each of us had our own Guru and all were
similarly endowed.

I had a drink that proved to be an emetic. My system cleaned out in a
dramatic fashion, this pleased the Guru. I took another drink that seemed
to be slightly alcoholic, and later proved to have aphrodisiac
properties. Quite frankly I don't need an aphrodisiac to get excited.

I with my attendants joined the other men in the large central pool area We
then took a bath in a warm pool.

All of the attendants were with us in the pool. Instead of a wash cloth,
they used their tongues. As they licked me their cocks came within range of
my mouth. I sucked what I could. Everyone was quite excited by now. I like
precum and the men's sweet fluids were both enjoyable and stimulating.
This was apparently expected and the Guru was the supervisor and seemed
pleased.

After getting out of the pool I got on a table and they continued their
ministrations.  Every inch of my body was explored by their delicate
tongues. The dwarf had small arms.  He eased his arm into my ass up to his
elbow and cleaned and oiled the interior of my rectum. It was an odd, but
stimulating experience. His little fingers massaged my prostate too. Of
course I was fully erect and the cleaning men liked this.

The attendants genitals seemed to graded in size. As two of the men licked
me and I sucked one, the remaining man slipped his cock into my ass. He
didn't actually fuck me.  The man just slipped it in, made a few easy
thrusts and withdrew. That was true until the Guru entered me. His organ
was monumental and I moaned as it penetrated deep into by rectum. There was
absolutely no pain or discomfort. As it slipped in deeper the more intense
the feelings became. It was pure sexual satisfaction.

When the Guru pulled out, and attendant gave him a carved stone in the
shape of a large penis. The Guru oiled it and pushed it in my ass. It was
cool and smooth. The Guru left me at this point.

Raj came by and smiled.  "You are lucky," he said. "You are one of the
elect."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a fitting of sorts. They are selecting men for you to enjoy in
this evening. You, Murad and LaFarge alone easily took your Guru's
member. You are regarded as one of the elect. It is an auspicious
sign. Often none of the initiates can take his cock. The gods of pleasure
and fertility smile upon you."

"What is the stone for?" I asked.

"You have been ritually cleaned and opened," Raj replied. "The stone keeps
you open for the next event. Bend over, let me see it."

I did. When he saw it he told me mine was rock crystal. I had been selected
for the head Gurus' pleasure. "Mine is jade. I am for general use."

"I'm not sure what I am supposed to do?" I whispered.

Raj leaned over me.  "All you need to do is feel pleasure," he
replied. "They are thinking only of your pleasure. The Guru's are priests
of manly pleasure. They believe the flow of man seed feeds the earth. The
ultimate pleasure is generated by men, many men, sharing their cocks and
their manly juices. You might call it an orgy, for them it is a divine
frenzy."

"Is that what is planned for tonight?" I asked.

Raj smiled and nodded. "Yes, Sir Edmund volunteered you for the ceremony.
He said you would enjoy it. The gurus were worried you might not be
responsive enough. You have allayed their fears. They are most
pleased. Indeed they want to call in reinforcements. There is an absolute
rule that there be no pain. That all of you can take big ones is a joy for
them."

"Do they all get to fuck us?"Jimmy asked.

"If you wish. You can fuck any of them if you wish.  It is what you
Englishmen call a free for all,"Raj answered.

"I'm a Christian," Jimmy protested.

Raj laughed. "Some things are beyond religion.  We are all brothers of the
cock. We share the same interest; we feel the same pleasures. Sperm isn't
Christian or Hindu. It's the procreative seed of men."

We took another dip in the pool to calm down and cool off. We all had
similar experiences. Jimmy and Sir Edmund had found pleasure in the largest
men who weren't Gurus. LaFarge, Murad and I had found it with the Gurus. We
played in the pool and waited for the banquet.

Raj told us more about the Gurus. "They live in a temple-monastery in a
holy grove near by. There is a spring in the center of the place that never
drys, so it it a holy place. The priests and the monks are always nude and
unadorned.  They never wear anything, even jewelry or a tattoo.  Unlike
your monks they do not take a vow of chastity, quite the opposite. Four
times a day they must have an orgasms and feed the earth."

Jimmy, who was down to earth said, "It's nice work if you can get it."

Raj smiled and resumed his tale. "Several times a year they have a festival
when they have continuous intercourse for a day. Needless to say, the cult
is popular. They allow strangers into the temple on these feast days."

"I would imagine the monks would get exhausted and tired of the continual
round of pleasure," Sir Edmund remarked.

"Not at all," Raj protested. Then he smiled. "The monks are all horny
bastards. They don't get tired or lose their enthusiasm."

"When is the next festival?" I asked.

"Three days ago," Raj answered. "The next one is on the equinox, three
months away.  There is one nice aspect to their ceremonies.  After the big
festival there rest period. They initiate new members at the festival. The
new monks do all the orgasms for this period while the older men rest and
save. This is considered to be the best time of the year to take their
seed."

"That is why were are here. This is a particularly auspicious time to
exchange of semen." Raj explained.  "The Maharajah's and his closest
friends will be here."

"Why are we here than?" Jimmy asked.

"Virgins and guests are needed to share the bounty," Raj continued.  He
laughed. "By the way, you are virgin form a ritual point of view.  "You
have never shared seed with the Gurus and their votaries before."

"That's a relief," Sir Edmund said. "I would hate to be here under false
pretenses."

"Incidentally, during the orgy, the differences in rank and caste do not
apply. Only the cock and balls counts for the Gurus," Raj said.  "Most of
the men were well endowed and all shoot prodigious and multiple
loads. Don't worry if the seed eventually drips from your arses.  That is a
good sign."

The attendants re appeared and removed the stone genitals and re oiled our
asses.  The party was about to start.

A gong rang and a large door to the side opened. Servants carried in trays
of food and then the rest of the guests followed.  Another group of
servants brought drink and a third brought pillows. All the attendants were
nude as were the guests that followed. Curiously the servants vanished only
to reappear when more food or drink was needed.  They did not play a role
in the divine frenzy.

The next group to enter the room was a group of burly men.  They were
muscular and looked a bit like the strong men in a circus. I could tell
they were use to hard work and labor.  In the the house the men wore
turbans.  These men were turban less and their wild and unruly long hair
flowed down their backs.  They were followed by the Maharajah and his
companions. He was some relation to Raj. The Maharajah was an impressive
big man. The final group of guests were the Guru's and some monks.  As Raj
had suggested, most were well endowed and several of the Gurus were
monumentally endowed.

The most impressive was a small, heavily bearded Guru. He was small in
every respect except for his genitals.  He couldn't speak a word of
English. He was flanked by two massive attendants. They were muscle men
with big black beards. The small man must have been the Abbot.

The guests formed clusters with one of us joined with a working man, a
courtier and a Guru.  The Maharajah went to Sir Edmund. I later found out
the groups were carefully arranged. Jimmy was with the head groom in the
Maharajah's stables as well as the best horseman in the Maharajah's
court. Murad was with several warriors and a man who I think was the Chief
officer of the Maharajah's body guard.

We sat on the pillows and ate and drank. The drink was mildly alcoholic,
but, as before, had aphrodisiac properties.  I was with the Abbot, his
attendants and two other men. One spoke English and was Raj's younger
brother, Ravi, and spoke some English. The other man was the named Avinash
and was called Avi.  He was a big man, very dark skinned and covered in
black hair.

He looked oddly familiar. It took me a little while to realize why.  He was
a dead ringer for Ralph, except for the coloring. Ralph was as light as Avi
was dark. The men were like a photographic print and it's negative. I
stared at him and he stared back. It was almost as if he was trying to
place me. He was puzzled.

Ravi's English was good, but limited.  He tried to explain what Avi did
without the required vocabulary. After a little work we arrived at Avi's
profession. He was a blacksmith. I was stunned. Ravi told Avi I was a
scholar.

As this little drama proceeded, we ate, drank and fondled each other's
genitals. We were all erect or semi erect. I was the only white man there,
and my cock with its pink cock head was of great interests. The Guru play
with my cock and balls.  I began to ooze precum.  He collected some on his
finger and tasted it.  It passed the taste test with flying colors.

The Guru's cock was almost gross it was so large. He was hairy and hair
grew on his shaft almost halfway to the foreskin. His genitals weren't
pretty at all; they were pure sex organ.  I knew I would be skewered on it
before the evening was over and oddly, I knew I would love it.

As the Guru played with my cock I leaned over and licked Avi's member. The
second my tongue touched the organ, I lost control and tried to swallow the
beautiful organ whole.  Had I been more reasonable, I should had taken the
Guru's member.  The Guru laughed and clapped his hands when I managed to
deep throat the smith's cock. The divine frenzy had begun.

Perhaps because of the drink I was physically relaxed, sexually receptive
and responsive. I don't know how it was possible to sexually excited and
physically relaxed, but that was my situation. Avi moved so I could suck
him as he sucked me.  It was a perfect fit.  If I closed my eyes I was with
Ralph again. He had the same hard cock, the same rich brew of manly juices
and the same musky smell.

He pulled his legs up do his hole was open. I did the same.  Raj's brother
came to Avi and eased his member into Avi willing ass. I was below Avi so
Ravi's low hanging balls touched my nose.  Ravi's member was long and
curved when fully erect. I could taste the blacksmith react as Ravi's cock
slipped deeper. I felt a finger massaging my hole. A second or two later a
blunt headed cock poked at my hole. I shifted my position a little and a
thick man probe pushed through my sphincter.  I couldn't see who it was.  I
didn't think it was big enough to be the Guru's monster.  I guessed it was
one of his assistants.

Raj told me later that typically the Gurus were the second or third cock to
penetrate an ass.  Their cocks were so large one or two preliminary
penetrations were made by this monks to insure the guest was open and
willing. The monks were to shoot their seed in the guests hole so the
entire chute was lubricated for the Guru's entry.

Ravi pulled out of Avi's ass when he climaxed. He was still shooting as he
withdrew and some of his seed drooled from the ass on my face.  This
excited me.  As he withdrew another man took his place.  This man was a
thickly hung Monk. During the few seconds between the two fuckers I saw
Avi's ass quiver in anticipation.  I felt the man in my ass jerking
violently as he climaxed in my ass. He pulled out and I felt empty. A much
larger member took his place. By the time this man's knob was on the dark
side of my sphincter, I knew it was the Abbot. Lubricated by the monk's
orgasm, the Abbott's cock slid in with out effort or pain. The Abbot and
the monk began to chant as they rhythmically pumped and thrust their organs
into our quivering holes.

The four of us merged to become a single sexual entity. The boundaries
between our bodies seem to vanish as the pulsing cocks began to absorb
us. I felt incomplete without the Abbot in my ass and Avi's cock in my
mouth. Over the next two or three hours all of us merged. Almost every man
there fucked me and I had fucked many of them.

I thought this sense of merger was perhaps a romantic fantasy created in my
idyllic Oxford days, but I soon understood that it was common to all of
us. Jimmy and Murad, our two least poetic and least imaginative members
were feeling the same way.  Oddly the feelings weren't romantic at all, it
was pure sex, pure physical passion without the emotional or romantic
aspect.

That might seem vulgar or superficial, but the Guru's would have disagreed
about that. Sex is the most intense physical experience a man can have and
there certainly isn't anything superficial about that.

While the men, monks and Guru's were evenhanded, I became a favorite of the
Abbott and the five guru's who accompanied him. They saw I was particularly
responsive to large cocks. They saw how easily I took the Abbott's cock and
wanted share my pleasure.  They were all had huge members and the cult
requited the fucking be painless.  That must have been rare, so I was a
prime candidate to give them pleasure.

If you had told me I was going to fucked by twenty or thirty heathen
Indians I would have run away in terror.  In fact it was pleasurable beyond
my wildest imaginings. The Guru's and their votaries had investigated every
possible way to give and get pleasure; it was a wondrous experience.

The Abbot shot his load into my ass as Avi flooded my mouth with his seed.
The Abbot's ejaculations were forceful in the extreme and I felt his manly
seed almost tickling my rectum. An attendant picked me up and carried me to
another Guru.  He sat me on the Guru's cock. This Guru was older and had a
thick white beard and a main of unruly hair. The attendant sucked my cock
and balls as the Guru slowly pulsed his organ against my prostate.

As the night proceeded the sex it got messy. My ass filled with man seed
and when a new man fucked me, see spurted from my cock and coated the man's
organ and pubic hair. When you sucked a cock or rimmed as ass, sperm got on
your beards and mustaches. Eventually our sphincters relaxed. When I opened
Avi's legs to fuck him his hole open and man seed drooled. When I eased my
cock into the orifice, he tightened his sphincter and again I was
transported back to Scotland and Ralph.