Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2008 18:27:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 6

The Smithy 6

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.


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.

Meeting new people is hard for me. I am naturally shy and reserved.  Oddly,
it was easier for me to meet men who are naked.  I think the sexual
excitement generated by the naked man overcomes my natural
reticence. Nudity removed barriers. Ravi was partly erect when he met
me. As soon as we chatted for a minute, he was fully erect and oozing cock
juices.  There was no way for him to hide his feelings.

My cock responded the same way. He knew I was excited and willing. While I
am not hugely endowed, I am well above average. Ravi liked that. We
embraced. I felt him shiver when our cocks touched. As had happened before,
I was pleased Ravi responded to me. I was 18 and I sometimes thought of
myself as a boy. I had never thought of myself as an object of desire.

I had seen steel engravings of the sack of Rome by the barbarians and of an
orgy at the palace of Caligula.  In each the youths cowered and fear. This
gathering in the garden of Isaac's house must have met the definition of an
orgy, but that wasn't the way it felt. I felt a sense of brotherhood with
these men, not fear. I knew they wanted to have sex with me and bury their
members deep in my ass. I wanted the same.  We would be sharing and
mingling our body's juices and our man seed. We would pool our resources to
achieve mutual pleasure. It would have been a fantasy comes true, if my
fantasies were much more exciting than they were.

I had also come to recognize the difference between naked and nude. I had
noticed this with Ralph when I first saw him washing up in the yard. I
previously had seen being undressed as an embarrassment. It was a fleeting
moment between taking off one set of clothes off and putting on
another. Ralph was unashamed of his body. He was comfortable and at ease.

I think Earnest and I were the only ones who were at all uneasy here and
that unease vanished as we got to know the guests. The men were unashamed
of their bodies and of their desires. Each man had his own interests, but
each was willing to accommodate the other men's urges.

As I pondered these things I looked at the other men. Frederick Karl was
standing as Ralph sucked his cock. Karl was beautiful and elegant.  Ralph
was well equipped to play the role of a Viking raider. Frederick Karl
shivered a little and changed to a wider stance. I saw Ralph had a finger
in Karl's hole and Karl had moved to permit deeper penetration.

Max was clearly interested in Earnest. He was on his knees worshiping the
deaf man's cock. Max looked as if he was suckling at his mother's
breast. Earnest had his eyes closed and he enjoyed the sensations.

I returned to my embrace with Ravi. Ram came over to us with a bottle of
oil. He got behind me, oiled his finger and knelt at my rear as he began to
lubricate my ass. I knew he was preparing me for Ravi. He used one finger,
then two and three as he opened my hole.  With his other hand he coated
Ravi's meat.  It looked like a rod of black steel.

Ravi pulled back his foreskin exposing his head. The cock head was almost
iridescent, pink and lavender. His seed slit almost bisected the tender,
but bloated gland.  He was so hard it looked as if it hurt, but I knew that
wasn't what he was feeling.

Ram pulled me to the ground on top of him. He was a human cushion. He
grabbed my legs and pulled them up and spreading them wide to expose my
hole for Ravi. Ravi got on his knees and rested his oiled cock at my hole.
I was at the perfect height for him.

Ravi was both gentle and forceful. He took his time working the head into
my ass, then made several strong thrust to get fully embedded. He had no
single technique that would drive single mindedly toward the orgasm; rather
he had a repertoire of varied actions. He switched from one to another. As
soon as I got accustomed to gentle pluses, he changed to deep thrusts. When
I got use to these, he pulled his cock back so only his head was in rubbing
my nut.

After a while I gave up trying to anticipate his next movement. I relaxed
and let the sensations flow over me, like wave at the ocean. He smiled at
me when I relaxed. This was what he wanted. His cock was a faucet that
filled pleasure into my receptive body. I could do nothing but feel
pleasure.

He pulled me forward off of Ram's body and on to his. Now I was sitting on
his cock. I am not a small man, and he couldn't move his hips. I rotated
mine and soon was doing a primitive dance on his pole. I wanted to make
sure his cock touched every part of my ass. This dance got wild until he
began to twitch and shiver. I felt the blast of his man seed into my ass.

I cried out as I felt my seed build up until I couldn't hold back. Max
appeared out of nowhere. He fed Ravi his cock and bent over to take my cock
into his mouth just in time to take my first volley.  It was lovely. When I
finished ejaculating, I rolled of Ravi's body.

Isaac was there and he held my legs open so he could lick my ass. My
sphincter was stretched and felt sore. I wouldn't say it had been abused,
but it certainly had been well used.  At first I thought he wanted to
caress the sore opening, but that wasn't his only objective. He wanted to
open my hole and coax Ravi's man seed from my ass. This shocked me, but
oddly I seemed to have involuntarily relaxed my opening and some of the man
juices drooled out.

Seth, the rather portly businessman came over. "Let me help you with that,"
he said to Isaac. Isaac got out of the way and Seth slipped his short, but
very thick cock into my ass. He gently thrust it in a few times, and then
pulled out.  Isaac whet after Seth's cum covered cock with gusto.  Isaac
licked my ass hole again, and then Seth went in for a second time. I was
exhausted and all but fell asleep.

Apparently most of the men had climaxed and there was a lull in the
activity. It was a beautiful and warm day. We were on the grass. Some were
resting, others chatted quietly. Ralph came over to me and sat.  He wore
the cock signet ring, like me.

"The Maharajah enjoyed you," he said.

"Ravi's a.  .  . ?" I blurted out.

Ralph nodded. "He was a close friend of Ram's father. He thought Ram had
been killed by his brothers.  It was a great surprise when he discovered
him with the Earl," Ralph said. "Apparently Ravi and Ram's father were
lovers."

"He seems like a good man," I said.

"Ravi believes sex and orgasms are man's connection to god. He's Hindu, so
I'm not sure which god, but it connects you to some god," Ralph explained.

"As a Maharajah he can take any one he wants," I remarked.

"That's not the way he sees it," Ralph continued. "He believes sex must be
pure. If you do it for personal gain or advancement, it's defiled. If you
do it because it's your duty, it's defiled."

"When is it acceptable?"

"It's acceptable when it done purely for pleasure," Ralph said.  "He visits
here every three or four years. Here sex is pure.  Let's swim."

"Swim?"

"Yes, there's a little stream and an old Mill pond on the other side of the
garden," he said. I followed him through a brake in the hedge and followed
a grassy path to the pond. It was beautiful and the water was refreshing.

Sir Edmund, Ronnie and Frederick Karl joined us. The water was like the
sherbet course in a grand dinner. It cleansed the palate so we could enjoy
the next course. Eventually everyone came to the pool and took a
swim. Isaac had a hammock between two trees. Frederic Karl got in it. It
had two straps I hadn't noticed. Isaac tied the straps to his legs. Like
the rest of his body, Frederick Karl had a beautiful ass. I was a sweet
little rose bud.

"Our fried Frederick Karl has volunteered to be our mid day entertainment,"
Sir Edmund said as he squirted some lubricant in the man's ass.

We gathered around him and took our turn fucking. Earnest was the first to
pop his cock into the waiting ass. The second Earnest's knob was on the
dark side of the ass, Frederick Karl got a blissful look on his
face. Earnest looked slightly bewildered. He was a boiler stoker who was
fucking a beautiful noble man and the noble clearly loved it. Like Lord
Cloverton. Frederick Karl needed a cock in his body to be complete.

After a few minutes, Earnest exclaimed, "I'm going to shoot." He started to
pull out, but Frederick Karl ordered, "Fill me up!" It was a command, not a
request, but Earnest was more than willing to comply.  Earnest's entire
body convulsed with each ejaculation.  He rammed his partner hard as he
shot. When he pulled out, Big Jack took his place. Earnest had been
gentle. He made love to Frederick Karl. Big Jack was a man rammer. He
reminded me of one of my Father's machines, going at full speed.

In spite of the aggressive pounding of Frederick Karl, Big Jack didn't
shoot off quickly. I was worried the man in the hammock couldn't take it,
but I worried in vain. Karl maintained a blissful look and an impressive
erection throughout the session. Finally Big Jack stood still, almost
frozen. The only movement was in his ass, which quivered as he pumped his
seed. He pulled out and Ram replaced him.

I was to the side so I could see his hole and the little rosebud. The rose
bud vanished in a split second when Big Jack rammed him. When Ram's monster
head touched it he hesitated and just rested the organ at the
opening. Frederick Karl opened his ass in invitation. Ram pushed the head
in part way and stopped. The ass muscles quivered and opened again, trying
to entice the gland into the dark recesses.  Ram pushed in part way several
more times, but never beyond the faired edge of the head. Poor Frederick
Karl's ass had nothing to grip.

Finally Ram miscalculated and the entire head vanished into the ass. I saw
the ass tighten as Karl grabbed it. A second later, Ram's entire organ was
in the hole. Frederick Karl almost passes out in pleasure.

The cock is as varied in size and shape as are men, but Frederick Karl
showed no favoritism.  He liked them all.  He didn't get tired and he
didn't lose his enthusiasm. I was sixth in line. I thought this was going
to be a mechanical procedure, but that wasn't the case.  By then his ass
was filled with cream and I expected to slip in easily. His ass lips were
still firm and I had to push to break into the inner sanctum. He twitched
as my knob rubbed his prostate. Frederick Karl shivered in sexual
excitement.  As I churned the man seed soup in his ass, I felt the same
excitement.

After playing with his delicate pink tits, I bent over to kiss him. As I
did, Isaac worked his well lubricated member into my hole. This caught me
by surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise. I was a bit disoriented at
first, but soon the three of us developed an easy rhythm. When Isaac was
fully embedded, I felt as if his cock was touching mine and we formed a
single organ.

Isaac pulled out suddenly and a larger cock rammed me.  It was Ralph. I
couldn't hold back any longer.  My seed joined the soup in Karl's
rectum. As my body twitched with each ejaculation Ralph said, "Damn, that's
good."

 When I pulled out, Ralph took my place in Frederick's ass. It took only
one or two thrust to dump his balls' contents into Frederick Karl. Isaac
was last in line. We got Frederick Karl out of the hammock and we went back
into the pool.

"That was nice," Sir Edmund said to Ralph. "It's been a while since we did
that." Ralph nodded.

"Is that a normal part of your get togethers?" I asked,

"Heavens no," Edmund said.  "We only do it for Frederick Karl when he can
get here. He was once the Crown Prince's favorite playmate until Bismark
discovered the attachment. He was sent into exile to live here with some of
his English relatives. Alas none of them could appreciate his skills,
except for .  .  . I won't go into that," Edmund remarked. "He was a very
unhappy man when I met him."

"Who introduced you?" I asked.

"No one," Edmund said, "He came to Oxford and became one of my students. He
is a gifted and intelligent man.  That would not be appreciated in the
Crown Prince's circle, but I did appreciate it." Sir Edmund leaned close to
me and whispered. "He was afraid of sexual relations with a person not of
his rank.  That is most limiting to a man of his elevated status. I'm
afraid I made a democrat of him, indeed a liberal democrat."

I smiled. "He seems to have overcome that hurdle!"

Edmund nodded. "When he first met your friend Ralph, Frederick Karl
climaxed hands free the second Ralph's knob touched Karl's hole," he
explained. "It was beautiful."

"Ralph almost did the same to me," I said.

When we got out of the water Ronnie had set out tea. I again thought about
the engraving of Caligula's orgy. I wondered if he served tea. I laughed
out loud.

"And what is the reason for your merriment?" Seth asked. I told him of my
visions. Everyone was amused.  Sir Edmund thought it was hilarious.

"You do realize that Oxford is one of the few places in the world where you
will find people who know what Caligula served," he said. "I suspect there
are a number of men who would like to have been there in person." There was
more laughter.

"I always serve tea," Ravi said. "That and a little potion."

"What kind of a potion?" Max asked. He was sitting next to Earnest,
fondling the stoker's genitals.

"It is very fast acting, and of short duration, but during the time it
works, it renders you insatiable," Ravi said.  "My father used it on my
mother when I was conceived. Ram's father always claimed it had become a
part of me. My appetites are hard to satisfy."

"Do you think Caligula took the potion?" Isaac asked.

"I rather doubt it," Ravi explained. "It tends to make you want to give and
take pleasure in equal amounts. I should not have mentioned it, since I
don't have any with me. Perhaps the next time I visit I will bring some
with me.  The sun was beginning to set and it was getting cold. We returned
to the house, got dressed and left.

Sir Edmund and Isaac left on expedition after the party, and life quieted
down. I became much involved in my studies. Much to my surprise my father's
scientific interests became more pronounced in me. I found hydraulics to be
fascinating. That could hardly be a less stylish course of study possible
at Oxford at that time.  I continued to see Tristan and Ovid, but we grew
apart.  Their interests and mine diverged.

I was surprised when one of my professors submitted one of my papers to a
scientific organization, and it was accepted for presentation at the annual
meeting in London. I wrote my father and told him of the honor. He arranged
to attend the Royal Association of Engineers meeting as a guest. My paper
related to calculating the speed and pressure of water passing through
constricted spaces, i.e. pipes. I thought the subject was dry and
technical, but the Royal Association received it warmly. When they accepted
the paper, they hadn't realized I was Sir Robert Fairbairn's son. My father
was much admired

I was surprised to see Frederick Karl and Max in the audience. They came up
to me afterwards and I introduced them to my Father and invited me to visit
them while I was in London.  My father had to return to his would the next
morning, so they asked me to lunch after I took my father to the train
station.

Frederick Karl lived in an elegant house in Belgravia. It was furnished in
the most modern style and I almost expected to find William Morris himself
there.  Indeed, the house was decorated by Mr. Morris.  It was very elegant
indeed. It was a small luncheon, but the other guests included his sister
and her husband, and several friends from Oxford.  It was presented as the
guest of honor and much to my surprise, no one seemed to think my
scientific interests were anything other than admirable.

He provided a carriage to take me back to my hotel. The driver was a man
named Cecil. When he opened the door for me I saw he had a cock signet
ring. I made sure he noticed mine.  He winked at me. "Are you in a rush
sir?" he asked.

""I am free for the rest of the day," I replied.

"I was going to pay a visit to a friend in Chelsea," Cecil said. "Would you
like to join me?"

"Would your friend enjoy meeting me?"

Clive smiled. "I wouldn't worry about that at all. He's a good man."

I agreed and we traveled across the city to Chelsea. It was a long
trip. London is a large city and came to appreciate its vastness.  We
stopped at a new house and Clive rang the bell.  "Mr. Sargent please," h
said.  The servant let us in the house. It was richly decorated and filled
with paintings.  I looked at the beautiful works.  All were painted by John
Singer Sargent. We were in his house.

A handsome, bearded man came to greet us. "Clive, you brought a friend,"
Mr. Sargent said. He was obviously pleased to see me.

"This is Robert Fairbairn. He an Oxford man," Clive said. "He's in town
presenting a paper to the Royal Association of Engineers."

Mr. Sargent looked me over and saw the cock signet. He moved his hand and
showed me his ring. "Pleased to meet a man who has reached such heights at
a tender age. You are to be congratulated," he said. "Let's go to my studio
where we can chat." We followed him to the attic of the house where we
found a huge, brilliantly lighted studio.

There were three men in the studio. One was his servant, Nicola, and a
Negro man named Pierre. They were nude and had evidently been modeling for
the artist. The third man was an ample gentleman with an extravagant beard.
He was apparently an artist as he was sketching the two men.

"Freddy this is a budding young man of science Robert Fairbairn.  You know
Cedric Mills, I believe? "  Sargent said in introduction. Freddy smiled and
nodded toward Cecil. "Robert this is Sir Frederic Leighton."

We politely exchanged greetings. Sir Frederic wore the ring too.  All was
as conventional as it could be except for the two nude models. "Is this all
of our guests?" Sargent asked.

"As far as I know," Cecil replied. "Frederick Karl is occupied for the
afternoon."  He began to undress.  Sargent wore a brocaded coat in scarlet
and gold. It looked like the robe of a Renaissance Prince. He opened it
with a flourish and threw it on a chair.  He was nude too. Leighton was
wearing an artist's smock. When he removed that, he was naked too. The
models had been standing perfectly still until Leighton disrobed. He had
been sketching through the introductions.

They now joined us. Curiously their genitals had been perfectly relaxed
when the posed. When they stood to join us, they were firming up. A short
while later they were erect. Everyone was hard except for me. I was a bit
nervous. Sargent immediately bent over to solve that problem. He swallowed
my entire cock, and then sucked it until I was fully engaged. I thought he
would pull back when I was erect, since I'm big and it's hard to take it
all.  He had no problem at all.

Pierre came over to us and shoved his cock into Sargent's ass. Sargent
shivered when that happened, but immediately resumed sucking me with
greater gusto.  Cecil was sucking Leighton. Nicola came over to me. "Just
stay still. I'm going to lubricate your hole," he said in a strong Italian
accent. It was going to be a good afternoon.