Clyde
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
I am Clyde McDaniel. I was digging a ditch in a new district in London when there was a collapse. I was lucky. I was next to the collapse but not in it. I was able to dig five men out. In some ways I was double lucky since all the men I pulled out were alive. As was typical of English weather, it began to rain heavily well before I got the last man out.
Our boss, Old Man Crow, vanished so I was left in the cold rain, caked in mud. A gentleman came up to me and said, "Come with me, I will get you cleaned up." I had a room several miles away, but there was no way my landlady would let me in the building covered in mud, so I went with the man.
We went to big house that turned out to be a gentleman's club. We went in the side door. The doorman at me and said, "Oh dear!"
The Gentleman explained the situation. The man at the door rang a bell and two men appeared. The door man and the gentleman took me to a locker room. The two other men cleaned up the mud on the floor I brought with me.
The locker room was warm. The doorman told me to strip and gave me a towel. He then led me to the shower bath. I had been in a shower bath when I was on a cargo ship. I was was quite surprised to see that the gentleman who helped me was in the shower and was naked too. I had been with common sailors in a shower but never with a gentleman. He was an older, manly man, big and quite muscular. He told me he was Admiral Williams. I am big too, but I am ditch digger muscular.
The shower was like a warm rain and pleasant. As ditch digger I was used to cold or freezing rains. I had been digging in a clay-like mud and the stuff was hard to get off of me.
The Admiral offered to help with the hard to reach places. I told him he didn't need to do that. He was a gentleman, I was just a laborer.
"It's 1919; we live in the modern age," he said. "You saved those men from a horrible death." He had a washcloth and began cleaning the mud off my back. He told me he worked at the admiralty, so he was unfamiliar with cleaning up grime and muck but he seemed to be an enthusiastic cleaner. He asked about me.
I told him I had survived being torpedoed on a merchant steamship, but I had lost a job on the shiping line. Luckily, I am a hard worker with stamina, and could do the work of two men. There was a shortage of young men to do manual labor during the last years of the war so I was hired to deal with sewer and water emergencies.
"I hope I haven't hurt you. Getting this grime off is a challenge," the Admiral said.
"It's not a problem," I replied. "It's not a problem at all." I noticed the Admiral's cock was impressive and seemed to be getting larger as he took care of the "hard to reach places." My own privates enjoyed the attention.
Two young men came in the shower. "It looks like the admission standards to the club have been ignored," one of the men said as he looked at me.
"Every time I see you Nigel, I feel so very sorry for your parents," the Admiral replied. "They deserved better." Nigel snorted and left the room.
"Let me apologize for him. He's been drinking," the other man said. He glanced at the Admiral and my semi hard cocks. "I seem to be in the land of the giants!"
"I thought you liked that?" the Admiral said. The man didn't say anything, but he was soon rock hard.
"I certainly know you do, but I don't know about my friend," the Admiral replied. "My friend is Clyde."
"A little fun in the showers was a good way to end a long, hard, day on the ship," I said.
"I am Desmond," the young man said as he dropped to his knees. I had played with several men on the ship, but none of them were like Desmond. In some ways I wasn't sure we live on the same planet.
The men on the ship would usually suck you off. Most of the time, they would pretend they didn't like it. They often went for younger men. I am twenty six, but I am very hairy and I look older. While I am a big man, I am also big where it counts. Men would say they were curious and wanted to give it a try. Few were able to swallow it all and they rarely came back for more.
Some would spit out my seed, but a few took my load on their second or third visit. Some would pretend it was secret and didn't want anyone to know. Everyone did it and everyone knew about it. Desmond was experienced and while men had sucked my cock, it wasn't like Desmond's sucking.
"When we are in the shower you can call me Willy," the admiral said. "If Desmond gets tired, I can take his place, if that is acceptable to you?"
"I am afraid I might shoot off," I said.
"That is what I was hoping," He said. At first the activity seemed genteel, but when Desmond became more excited, the sex became more exciting. Desmond was more gentle and relaxed than the men on the ship. As he continued to suck, it became more pleasurable and exciting for me.
"He is getting close!" Desmond cried. "Do you want to take it?"
A few seconds later Willy was sucking my cock. I couldn't hold back and I shot off. Instead of pulling away, he took every drop of my man seed. His tongue caressed my tender knob between spurts of sperm. No one had ever been enthusiastic about taking my seed. In my wildest dreams I never thought that a man of rank would feast on my cock sauce. When he pulled away, Desmond returned to take what remained drooling from my cock.
"Are you offended?" Willy asked. "I am afraid you might feel insulted."
"It felt too good to be offended," I said. "I have never felt anything so good."
We talked briefly. It was getting late and the Admiral asked if I would have dinner with him. I said I would like that but my clothes were ruined. Willy said that was not a problem. We dried off. While I had been in the locker room my clothes were washed, mended, and now looked like new. We dressed and went to a waiting motor car. Desmond came with us. We drove several miles. We came up to an impressive gateway. The chauffeur honked and two men opened the gates. We went through the gates and arrived at a large house.
I knew I wasn't a typical guest, but the butler didn't bat an eye. We had a drink in a fancy parlor and then went to what was called the breakfast room and had dinner. My mother had been a ladies milliner and taught me proper manners. I objected, but she was firm. I would either learn polite manners or not eat.
I told him about my experiences on the ship that had been torpedoed. He knew of the ship and of the sinking. I told him I had been surprised I lost my job after the incident. Willy told me that early in the war there was a tendency to avoid rehiring men who had been on a torpedoed ship to avoid scaring the crew. Desmond volunteered he was scared just thinking about it.
"Desmond does a superb job playing the role of a mindless fool," Willy said. "He is a superb code breaker. His skills have saved many lives. If he had been a common soldier he would have been awarded many medals and honors. As a code breaker all is secret."
"Even as a mindless fool I thought I noticed a genuine enthusiasm in your response to the episode in the showers," Desmond said. "Was I correct in that assumption?"
"Is shooting off a sign of enthusiasm?" I asked. Both men laughed.
"I had some fun with the men on the ship. Would I be wrong in thinking your sex skills are advanced?" I asked.
"Desmond's interest in sex with men is not just a hobby," Willy said. "My own interests are exceptional too. You responded beautifully to our sex play. Do you have any experience taking a cock in the ass, by any chance?"
"Yes, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't as exciting as cock sucking," I said.
"My interest is in taking your cock up my ass. It looks as if it is larger than any cock I have taken before," Desmond said.
"I might have a hard time to do that without shooting off," I said.
"Be still my hart!" Desmond cried. "I love a long session."
"Clyde, Desmond knows many men who are what might be called delicate types," Willy said. "You are a good man, brave and true. You are not delicate. Desmond learned his sexual skills from well born bullies at Eaton. He wants a different experience."
"I also want a bigger cock!" Desmond exclaimed. "I've tasted your seed. It was lovely. I want your seed filling my ass. I want it drooling from my hole as you pull out."
"I had a different experience," Willy said. "As a midshipman, I served under Admiral Rodger DeCloverly. Those who knew him knew him as Jolly Roger. He was a brilliant officer, but loved sex with young men. Somehow he seemed to attract willing men to his command," Willy said. "To be under his command was "educational."
"Was that a problem?" I asked.
"He wasn't mean or nasty. I was lucky. My cock was longer and thicker than the other men," Willy said. "During our first intimate connection I found a special place in his ass. My tool found a new sensitive place deep in his ass that made him shoot off hands free as I shot off. Jolly Roger was experienced. That was my first step on the path to becoming an admiral. I have a suspicion your cock might do that for me."
Two days later I moved out of my room and moved into the Admiral's house. The house was new and sat on a large property with no gardens. He had a gardener, Jack. Jack was a former soldier who had lost his legs in France. I was to provide his legs and do the heavy labor. Compared to my ditch digging work, this was light work for me.
I worked a full day and in the late afternoon, I would shower. There was a large shower as part of an exercise room on the ground floor. Often Desmond, would join me as well as one or two of Desmond's friends. Once and a while the Butler and an older man named Ned would bring Jack in to join us.
It was a friendly group. We weren't deeply attached like lovers. We were more like playmates. It was fun and exciting. Jack told me that he got romantically excited a minute before and a few minutes after he shot off. He asked if I could pretend I loved him during that brief period.
I said that was fine. "I often feel that way when I'm in a guy's ass. Would ten minutes of love be too much?" I asked.
"It might be, but I would never tell you if it was," he answered. We laughed.
Several times a week Willy would invite a friend or two to dinner. Willy would send me a note saying he would be at the exercise room after dinner. Some of these men were older and shy. I assumed his guests were important men, but I had no idea who they were. Once they were naked and erect, there was a sense of adventure.
On my ship sex had been a tussle. A mouth quickly engulfed your cock or a cock poked at your hole. At Willy's mansion there was no rush. You often had an hour of two for sex play. There was no need to rush anything.
Sometimes, Desmond's friends were timid and uneasy at first. I found out they had considerable experience with man sex from their time at boarding schools. It seemed they were often dominated by boys on the athletic teams. I had no idea why athletic aristocrats were such miserable men. I think that for many of those men, sex was a weapon, not a gift.
At first I seemed to frighten them since I am big and muscular. I solved that problem by letting Willy or Desmond's friends visit my ass before I opened their asses with my cock. Everyone enjoyed my ass. I used my sphincter to massage their cocks as they fucked me.
I guessed that since these men were polite and courteous, they would soon open their asses for my pleasure. With me they discovered real man sex. I can achieve full penetration and still be gentel. While they were gentleman of high position they soon discovered that when you are naked and erect, all men are equal. I don't think they could openly admit this, but when you are taking a cock up the ass, there is no way you can impress a man with your ancestry.
While these little get togethers were pleasant, it was more than pleasant for some of them. Desmond and Willy were joined by one of Desmond's friends, Clive. He became a regular. No one talked about their office, but I assumed Clive was a cryptographer. He had no social skills, but his eyes were in constant movement. I knew he saw everything. He had gone to Eton and then Cambridge, but somehow I assumed while he attended classes and did exceptionally well, he made few friends. He was in a world of his own.
I, or more correctly my cock, opened up a new world for him. Desmond had introduced him to man sex. Willy later told me that I was everything Clive wanted in a man. Clive's father had been an imposing, aggressive man. He barely noticed his scholarly son. I had all the physical features of his father, but I was friendly and not at all aggressive. He had never fucked a man and I was the first to open my ass to take his cock and his load.
Clive found complete satisfaction when his cock entered my ass and then drained is balls deep in me. He had no idea that was possible or could be so satisfying. He had a long, thin cock with a large cock head. It was good for me.
The next time I met Clive, my cock opened his ass. Sometimes you hit the spot, sometimes you miss it. I hit the jackpot. He later told me having a big man with a big cock in him was all he wanted. Even then he said my cock was much better than he could even dream. He could feel me shooting. That was unexpectedly pleasurable. He asked me if I had enjoyed it too.
I laughed and said. "For most men, shooting off is the ultimate sign of approval," I said. "Men never use an orgasm as a sign they are uninterested. I was afraid my cock would be too big for your ass. It seems to have fit. Were you embarrassed taking a laborer's cock?"
"It felt so good I didn't notice. I had no idea it could be so good." Desmond said adding in a whisper, "Jack did me the other day. I wanted to make sure it didn't hurt. It was good. I was afraid your cock might hurt. You are so big."
"Jack and I are mates. He's a good man," I said. All was well.
The Admiral associated with a close but limited group of men. Since he was directing the nations spy operations, he had to be careful. Officially he was the Director of Cartography and Geo-technical Analysis. Everyone thought that was a cover for oil exploration. It might struck some that it was odd for an admiral to be in charge of the department. The Navy had been mapping the seas for hundreds of years. The fleet was now powered by coal and oil. Finding refueling stations were important for the Royal Navy in our far flung empire.
Willy's primary concern was German bitterness about the loss of the war and Russian Communism. Revenge and fanatical beliefs were major threats. After the victory, we were still prosperous and stable, but that might not last. In 1914 no one thought the Russian, German and Austrian monarchies would collapse and vanish without a trace. Willy knew that could happen to England.
The Admiral told me his house provided a relaxing sexual playground for men with alternative sexual urges. These sexual preferences could provide a way for enemy agents to infiltrate the operation. The Admiral and his friends provided a more than adequate means to satisfy his men's needs.
"Many of my friends come from the same background as I. They were educated at home and then sent to Eaton. They then progressed to Cambridge and Oxford," he explained. "For many of them marriage was a family obligation. You married the woman who would be most advantageous to your family. You are here to expose them to a different kind of man. You are a rustic, a barbarian or a cave man in their view."
"Now that I know you better, I have come to admire your mother. You aren't a gentleman, but you are what used to be called a good man and true," he said. "When I first saw you, I noticed you sprung into action as soon as the ditch caved in. There was no hesitation, it was a natural instinct. You are a man of action. When I saw you naked the first time I thought you had Attila the Hun, or Genghis Khan's cock. You obviously like and enjoy sex with men. You don't want to humiliate or embarrass your playmates and you don't want to dominate them. You want to enjoy them and to let them enjoy you."
The Admiral had two groups of associates. There were the code breakers and cipher makers. Most of these were products of Cambridge and Oxford. These were upper class men from good families. Others were eccentric loaners who were into puzzles and games. Some of these were teachers and rather odd intellectuals.
Of course I am an ordinary man of no distinction. I was big, strong, and use to manual labor. I have a warm spot for sex with men. In my own mind I thought I could take it or leave it. That was true except I never decided to leave it. Most of the Admiral's associates made no effort to avoid sexual situations.
I discovered that I attracted lonely geniuses who wanted to have sex with rough looking common man. That happened to describe most of the Admiral's decoders. I eventually realized I gave them the sex the craved, without the pain they feared. They thought I had the perfect cock. I thought they had a needy asses.
I later discovered that they came from normal families, and most had uninterested fathers. No mater how much they tried to please their fathers, no one was good enough. Intelligence was not enough if you lack athletic skills. I both give and take.
At first most of them thought I was scary. They almost never came in contact with a working man who wasn't a servant. I am a bit battered and scared. When I met Maurice, one of the Admiral's code breakers, I let him fuck me first. He tried to ram me and get off as fast as he could. I made him slow down and take his time. He obeyed rules and had a lengthy orgasm.
A week later I saw him again. He asked if he had done it right. It old him it was fine.
"Do you want to do me?" he asked.
"I told him that was the wrong question," I said. "Do you want a ditch digger's cum up your ass? Have you been fucked before?"
"At school, Lord Summer's son, Fish-face, fucked me. It wasn't good. You are a lot bigger," Maurice said. "You are bigger than he was, but I want to try yours."
"I don't like men who cry," I said. "Once I'm in, I work an ass until I breed him."
"Will you be careful?" Maurice asked.
"Of course. We're after pleasure, aren't we?" I asked.