Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 11:37:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 9

The Smithy 9

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.

The party was over so Ralph and I got dressed and returned to his
cottage. We were a mile from the church when Mac and Major Towman over took
us. Apparently Ralph and the Major had planned this while I was occupied
with Mac. They were going to spend the night. Since the cottage had only
one bed, I knew I'd have no problem staying warm.

When we got to the cottage, Ralph got a big fire going and got a large leg
of lamb cooking. Mac took over the cooking chores and he created a fine
meal out of uninspiring materials. I turned the spit.  Since I was near the
fire, I was gettign cooked too, so I stripped naked.  Mac was kind enough
to suckle on my cock from time to time between his cooking duties.  Ralph
and the Major also took turns. The Major was rather lackluster in his
sucking until Ralph mounted him. Ralph always mounted in in a gentle and
casual way, but he fucked the Major like a mad man.

The second Ralph's cock popped through the Major's sphincter, the Major
became a sucker of the most refined and elevated sort. He was a master of
the oral skills. When Ralph got close to shooting he pulled out and Mac
took his place. It took Mac a few hard thrusts to get into Towman ass, but
he did it. The Major's interest in my cock redoubled. He needed a cock in
his arse to kindle his interest in man sex.

Ralph took my place at the spit.  As we switched places he whispered to me,
"Show them how to enjoy a cock." I got on the floor and ministered to
his member.  It was a treat as always. I needed no anal inspiration to
enjoy Ralph, but Towman mounted me. Much to my surprise his cock felt
entirely different from the way it had that afternoon. He had a large knob.
When he took me doggy style, it rammed my prostate head on.  I was
transported.

Apparently it had the same effect on him.  His cock had a pronounced
curve. On my back, he had just a cock, on my hands and knees it was a magic
wand. It was as if it opened the flood gates of sexual sensation. His shaft
was rock had, but the knob was more tender, and it rubbed my prostate in a
most delicious way. It was clear to me my sphincter had the same effect on
his member.

We had a contest as to whom could generate the most pleasure in his
partner. I won when he shot his load into my ass. He pulled out and Ralph
replaced Mac at the spit.  Mac went straight to my to my hole. It was his
tongue that touched my ass first. I knew he liked my ass, but I also think
he was interested in the Major's seed. This was relaxing compared to the
major's fucking.

It is measure of how far my life had changed that I could be sucking a cock
as another man licked my ass and I found it relaxing. Just a short while
earlier I would have been so excited I would have been unable to relax.

It would have seemed to be an impossible paradox to be both sexually active
and relaxed at the same time.  I was now able to savor the sensations. I
could feel the Mac's cock stimulating my rectum as I coaxed Ralph's sweet
ball juices into my mouth. I felt enveloped in pleasure, the Mac's, Ralph's
and my own.

I know in animal husbandry they talk about dominant males, but I felt equal
to my playmates. No one was short changed. The rest of the night was a
interplay of sex and food. I somewhat expected this to continue through the
night, but we all had a good night's sleep. Multiple orgasms are conducive
to rest.  Mac and the Major went back to their barracks, and I had to get
to Paris.

Paris was wonderful. With little industry, it seemed modern, clean and
elegant compared to the somber streets of London. I went to see all the
sites of interest. There was trace of the disastrous war with Prussia. The
Opera had been finished, and there was no trace of the burned out hulk of
the Napoleon III's palace, the Tuilleries. All was new, bright and modern.
The city seemed to be in a perpetual state of carnival.

As I expected artists of the most advanced sort seemed to be everywhere. I
am not art critic, but I found many of the avant guard paintings
attractive. They were light and sun filled.  I actually bought several from
a gifted man named Manet.

I also found some like spirits in the French engineering community.  I met
two men, Edgar LaVille, and Pierre Montjoi who shared my interests in
hydraulics. They spoke English as badly as I spoke French. We got along
well. They showed me all the technical high points of the city.

I also discovered we shared an interest in things other than technology. I
knew they were friends. I hadn't realized how truly close they were. Edgar
was 45 or fifty and had been a military engineer in the French army.
Pierre was the son of one of his fellow officer.  Pierre's father was
killed at the battle of Sedan, and Edgar took him under his wing.

We were a most congenial trio. My French got better as they improved their
English.  While they were most interested in things technical, they were
interested in many subjects, art, music and archeology. They introduced me
to fine food and good wine.  After a night of too much good wine we all
shared a bed. I woke and found Pierre nursing on Edgar's cock. I joined in.
It seemed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

We were perfectly sexually compatible too.  Pierre was a slim and masculine
man of 27. He had a hairy chest and a cock that was both thin and very
long.  Edgar was a bull of a man with a thick and massive member. His cock
was as thick as Pierre's was long. My long and moderately thick cock was a
great success with them

Our first night together was all oral. On the next night we progressed
successfully into anal intercourse.  It was good, but when Pierre and I
discovered Edgar could take both of our cocks. It was spectacular. Edgar
was a good sport and he loved it, but I loved rubbing my cock against
Pierre's in the tight confines of Edgar's ass.

A week later I was at a lecture at the School of Engineering and Mines,
when I noticed the lecturer, Professor Maximilian Schmidt, of the
University of Grenoble wore a cock signet ring.  I went up to see him after
the lecture.  He saw my ring and slipped me a note with his address and a
time.  I nodded. He smiled.

I was at his hotel room at the time he indicated.  He was
waiting. Professor Schmidt was from Alsace Loraine and very French in spite
of his German name.

"I would very much like to spend some time with you. My good friend,
John Singer Sargent sent me a note about a handsome Scot he had met. It
that you?" he said.

"Yes, I had a most pleasant afternoon with him."

"Alas, I must go to have dinner with a visiting friend." He felt my
genitals and smiled. "I would very much like that," he remarked as he
felt my cock. I reached over and felt his crotch.

I smiled. "I certainly would like to get better acquainted with you."
I said. We understood each other.  "I am going to visit some friends in
the country this weekend," the professor said. "You would find them
very agreeable."

"I was planning to spend the weekend with friends," I said.

"Let me repeat, you will find my friends most agreeable."

"Well," I said, "My friends are open minded. They are members of
the brotherhood."

"Do you think they are liberal enough to find our ways enjoyable?"

"I think they might be very interested."

"Let me know. New men are always agreeable," Professor Schmidt
said. "My friends are a cosmopolitan and varied group.  Some might even
be described as exotic. Does that bother you? I assume you know some are
not gentlemen?"

"I'm not interested in rank."

The Professor had to leave and I returned to Pierre and Edgar. We went to a
performance of the opera that night. It was a fine performance, but it was
difficult for the opera to compete with the grandeur of the building
itself.  The next morning I told them about the professor and his weekend
party.  I was very direct in explaining the extent of the sexual contact. I
was afraid they might think less of men that I participated is these sexual
romps. I didn't need to worry.  They were both intrigued and willing.
Edgar was concerned he was perhaps too old, or had a background that was
humble.  Edgar had become an officer by merit, not because he was socially
prominent.

I told him he needn't have concerns either way. "As far as I can tell,
interest in and willingness to participate in matters sexual is the sole
requirement for membership," I said.

Edgar and Pierre laughed. There was no problem. On Friday we met Professor
Schmidt at the railroad station and took a train toward the Loire
Valley. We got out at a small station. A carriage was waiting and we went
to an impressive chateau. At first I thought it was an ancient structure,
but I soon realized it was a modern pile.

The Chateau of DeLaval was the seat of the Duc DeLaval. The family's
original seat was demolished during the revolution. The current Duke had
married an heiress and built the modern Chateau. The heiress had died and
the Duke made the house into retreat for men of distinctive sexual tastes.
The chateau was a fantasy castle of towers, turrets and pinnacles.  We
entered into a great hall furnished in the medieval style. The house was
warm. It had central heating. As a Scot, I was shocked at the luxury.
There were several men sitting and talking.  They were wearing monk like
robes.  I thought this must have been one of the Duke's affections, but I
noticed some me had the robes open.  They were nude.  We were taken to our
rooms and the butler gave us robes to wear.

I shared a room with Professor Schmidt. Pierre and Edgar were in an
adjacent room. Our rooms had a water closet and lavatory, but no bath.
That seemed strange to me in this luxurious palace.  A man knocked at our
door and took us to meet the other guests.

We went through the great hall, and then went into a wonderland. The rear
of the house was a great conservatory filled with tropical plants on all
sides of a central pool and waterfall. There was a half dozen men in the
room. All were nude.  To one side was a place to hang our robes.  We
removed them and entered the conservatory naked.

Professor Schmidt was an surprise to me.  In his heavy suit he was a portly
older gentleman. Nude he was well formed and muscular. His body was shaved
except for his pubic region and a six inch tube of skin hung heavily from
it. His balls looked weighty and stretched his scrotum.

A handsome dark bearded men came up to us. "Welcome to the garden of
Paradise. It is always good to see you again, Professor. I am Ali the
gardener." he said to those of us he hadn't met yet/

"It is a veritable garden of Eden," Edgar said.

Ali smiled. "We all carry a part of paradise with us," he said. He
was circumsized and he stroked his cock. He was well equipped and his balls
hung low. I had thought he was well tanned, but he was clearly an Arab or
Algerian. A much bigger, very hairy man came up to greet us. He was uncut
and introduced himself as Stavros. He was Greek, but had lived in
Alexandria. He was a circus strong man and wrestler.

We were new and men seemed to appear out of nowhere to greet us. Several
greeted the Professor. He was well known there and seemed to be somewhat of
a celebrity, but most wanted to see me, Pierre and Edgar. There must have
been at least two dozen men scattered in the tropical vegetation.

We wandered around the room and entered a little area on the side.  There
was a small Classical temple here. We took a drink from a fountain there.
When we stopped, Stavros took his refreshment from my cock.

A gong sounded.  That was a sign for refreshments. Trays of fruits, cakes
and other delicacies appeared in the central area next to the pool. As the
professor had said, it was a mixed group of men, racially, socially and
physically. In a normal house one would have expected to be served by
liveried footmen. Several of the men here were obviously burly laborers and
the Duke himself served a tray. He was an unimpressive man. Naked, he held
the tray low so his genitals rested on it. The food had been arrayed in a
fan pattern focusing on his uncut member.

The Duke was the center of a group of young, somewhat delicate men. I could
not understand what he said, since he spoke French at high speed, but he
was apparently funny and he amused the men near him.

Some of the Duke's pre cum drooled on the tray, but that didn't disturb
anyone. Edgar was separated from Pierre and me. Ali and several younger,
but very masculine men clustered around him.

After we ate, Stavros guided us to a part of the room we hadn't
visited. The conservatory focused on the central pool. We had visited the
temple on one side. We now went to the other side. The plantings on the
edge of the pool were symmetrical, but when you passed through them, this
side was more of a gymnasium. It contained actual shower baths and a hot
pool.  Some athletic equipment sat on the side.

"You like ass play?" Stavros asked us.  We nodded. I couldn't tell if
he was very direct, or wheater his French was so limited he couldn't be
subtle.

"You top? Bottom?"

"We like both," Pierre said.

"Me also," Stavros said switching form broken French to broken
English. He took us to an area behind the showers where an attendant gave
us an enema. Stavros received one too, as did Professor Schmidt. The
attendant who gave it to us was most pleasant and he seemed to enjoy his
work. We showered and and then he lubricated our asses. He gave us a
leather pouch filled with lubricating oil.

Schmidt was half erect as was Stavros. When we returned to the exercise
area a handsome man who could have been mistaken for Hercules greeted us.
Indeed his beard and hair was done to mimic that of the Farnese Hercules
statue.  His body was shaved except for the pubic bush, but in place of the
statues fig leaf was a non classical display of manhood. His equipment
could best be described as extravagant rather then classically modest.

"This is Emile," Stavros said. "He is my best friend." They
embraced in a frankly sexual way. When they broke apart, Emile greeted us
warmly. He had a speech defect, and I suspected he had been born with a
cleft palate.  This slight imperfection only made the rest of his body and
person seem more beautiful.

"Not only is Emile a beautiful man, he is a scientist of the sexual
arts. He had the misfortune to be born with a passion for ass sex, but he
posses a small and tight hole." Stavros explained. "Here he explores
ways to made the penetration more agreeable."

"I hardly need to say, Emile has succeeded magnificently," Schmidt
added. "He did not stop his studies there but he has continued his
exploration of ways to make the sexual act more pleasurable."

"The swing is free, M. le Professor," Emile said as he led us though
some vegetation to a little clearing.  Emile got into a swing or hammock
like device. The hammock portion supported his body. It was configured so
his arse was spread wide open and easily accessible. His hole was indeed a
small pillow of slightly puffy muscle flanked by his massive buns. Schmidt
poured some lubricant on his cock and stroked himself to a full erection.
The professor possessed a thick organ crowned with a large head.

When his head touched Emile's puckered hole, Emile twitched in
excitement. Schmidt pushed the swing away. I realized Schmidt possessed a
battering ram, and Emile's ass was the gate to be conquered. Each push of
the swing was harder and with each push, Schimdt's cock pushed harder
against Emile's hole. I noticed as Schmidt got closer to breaking through,
Emile's cock got harder, and he got more excited.

Finally the hole gave way. Emile was skewered on the professor's organ.
Schmidt grabbed the swing and held it tight. It was total penetration. He
then let go. Emile swung way, but on the return swing impaled himself
again. This went on for a minute, or more. With each re penetration Emile's
hole relaxed. Eventually the hole stayed open and I could see into Emile's
love tunnel.

Unexpectedly this excited me. Professor Schmidt noticed this and he
motioned to me. I coated my member in oil and took his place. Emile noticed
the change immediately. He tightened his ass as if he were embracing me. I
pushed the swing slightly. He was just far enough away so my cock head
barely touched his puckered ass. When he slid back onto my cock it was as
if his ass was kissing my member.

His sphincter would gently kiss my knob, then his ass would greedily gobble
up my entire cock. He would try to clamp tightly on my member trying to
trap me in his warm ass.  Of course he was too heavily lubricated to hold
me. Emile would swing away and we would repeat the sequence again. It was
lovely.

It was a totally unexpectedly fantasy. Here was a man built like an ancient
Greek god. He was big, hard and muscular, yet at his core was a gentle and
generous lover. When I said core, I literally meant his core. My cock was
deep inside his body and was feeling nothing but pleasure. My vision of
Hercules was of a hard and violent man who took what he wanted.

I pulled a way and let Pierre enjoy Emile's body. Ali, the Arab man who had
greeted us when we entered the conservatory joined Stavros.  I went over to
them, dropped to my knees and began to minister to their cocks.  Both were
well endowed men. Ali was circumsized, and his exposed deep purple knob was
bisected with a wide slit. Stavros' foreskin covered his cock even when he
was hard. His pink head just barely peaked out of the protective
shroud. His cock head seemed tender and delicate.

Stavros collected pre cum in his skin and saved it for me to lick
up. Stavros was most enthusiastic.  Ali was reserved, but when I returned
to sucking him after playing with Stavros, pre cum was always flowing from
his slit. Sometime it was only a bead of glistening fluid, other times it
was a long filament of cock juices dripping to the conservatory paving.

Ali dropped to the floor and joined me sucking on Stavros' cock. I knew
that Muslims were circumsized and wondered if Ali would have a problem with
Stavros' very uncircumcised organ. He didn't.  He also reached behind me
and felt my ass.  It was lubricated. "I would love to be in you," Ali
said. "I would love to shoot my seed into you."

I looked at him and smiled. That was all he needed. Stavros didn't mind at
all.  He knew Ali and I assumed he knew his tastes. Another Arab man
appeared, his name was Abdul and he seemed to be Ali's friend. I later
found out he was Ali's nephew. Abdul was young, under twenty, I would
guess. Had he been a girl, he would have been beautiful. He was tall, slim
and elegant with a chest covered in silky black hair and a trail of hair
linking his chest to his thick bush. He spoke little French.

Ali's cock was neither elegant nor delicate. He posses a battering ram
style cock. Indeed, if his cock head had sprouted Ram's horns, it would
have been no surprise. Ali looked at me and said, "Abdul, he likes to do
you too."

I was a bit taken back by this, but the two men had a plan and I was an
essential part of it. Ali and Abdul were lovers, not just fuckers. While
Ali was strictly dominant, Abdul was open to all the possibilities. Both
were sensual men. While there was continual genital stimulation, there was
much kissing and hugging too. Both men must have studied the erotic arts.
They moved me into a positions that gave me no potential to resist Ali's
attack. Fortunately by the time Ali's knob was at my hole, I had no desire
to resist whatsoever.  Abdul was sucking on my member as his uncle's cock
slid into me. Stavros fed me his member at the same time, so I was fully
occupied.  I was happy.