Clyde 2 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers yo 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 think Maurice was slumming, testing the waters of working class sex. I excited him as a manual laborer, not the pampered son of the elite. He wanted to have sex with some one rough and scary. That wasn't me, but I suspected that anyone who hadn't gone to Eaton was rough trade to him.
Maurice became a regular visitor to the Admiral's Mansion. Sometimes he came with a friend, a small man named Ronald DuMont. I didn't know if he was medically called a dwarf or a midget, but he was below five feet tall. He was the son of a well known actress, Vivian Lake. She was married to the son of the Duke of Northminster. He was the third son and not the heir. Her husband was not much of anything, but during the War, Vivian had visited hospitals in France, and had actually visited the trenches.
Vivian learned how to knit, and lead efforts to provide warm clothes for the troops. This did not change the Duke of Northminster's opinion of her. It made Vivian's popularity soar. Her commoner son went to elite schools, he was smart and that was almost as bad as being a commoner. Ronald now worked for the Admiral. He was a code maker, not just a code breaker. Maurice befriended him.
Ronald had two problems. One was his size and the other was being a code specialist. He was suspicious of everyone. Were his codes to be deciphered, there could be diplomatic or military disasters. He was a good looking man, but his size was a problem.
Ronald was sent to France to meet with "persons of note." He needed a bodyguard-companion. I was selected mostly because of my size. It was also clear that I was not to the manor born. I was actually just a diversion. I was to play the role of a body guard to slow up an attacker so the real agents would have time to protect Ronald.
I was to look at everyone who met Ronald with a suspicious eye, and look as if I had concerns.
I was completely outfitted in gentleman's man's clothes. The man who did that, Rudolph, had a knack. My new clothes were slightly out of style and slightly ill fitting. I was to be a common man wearing not quite the right clothes. That didn't bother me at all. Officially I was Ronald's valet. As a valet I helped him bathe, dress and tend to his needs.
Ronald had a standard sized body and arms. His legs were short. His cock was a bit over sized, and with his short legs his cock almost reached his knees. I was always proper and correct even when we were alone. Listening devices were becoming quite efficient.
I had no idea what Ronald was doing. I did notice that the men he met with were important and they treated Ronald with respect. He had done something during the war that was exceptional. I noticed the French were notably attentive to his needs. That was unusual for the French. I never knew the identities of the real bodyguards. We spent two extra weeks in Paris so Ronald could work on a new German cipher.
On the way home we stopped at the Duke of Northminster's seat, North Castle. Ronald's mother, Vivian Lake, was getting older, but was still beautiful. She knew of my torpedo incident and was most interested. How she knew I didn't know, but I realized she had her ways. Privately she told me that she knew nothing of Ronald's work. "I have no knowledge of Ronald's work, should I be abducted I could tell them nothing." she explained. "You are in a similar situation."
I told her I never thought of things that way.
"I think of it often," she said, "I have to decide that if I were to be captured I should play he role of Nurse Cavell, or Mata Hari."
"You are beautiful, I would recommend Mata Hari," I said. She laughed and was most amused.
Back at the admiral's house I returned to being the under gardener. I had been given a small house next to the mansion to live in. It was much older than the Admiral's house. Think they wanted a dependable man living there since it was so close to the main house. Shortly after I moved in Maurice came to see me.
He told me that Ronald favored men, and that I was the sort of man he wanted. He also told me he was a virgin, except for ugly events at school. "He needs an affectionate relationship. While he knows some of the basics of man sex, what he knows is his relations with 15-year-old upper class boys."
"Ronald wants a normal man, not a dandy or a fop, like me," Maurice said.
"It seems to me that when you are naked and hard, you come pretty close to being a real man," I said with a smile.
Maurice laughed. "That is entirely due to your uncivilized nature," he said. "I know now you are a normal good man. I was raised with the proud and perfect elite. The words normal and good do not characterize them in any significant way." We laughed about that.
A week later Ronald appeared at my cottage door. London had a freak snow storm. He had started on his way home, but there were no motor taxis, or even horse drawn carriages on the street. He could not get to the nearest underground line.
The storm was a mixture of rain, snow and ice. Ronald was soaked. I got him out of his wet clothes and into a hot shower bath. While I was the sole resident of the cottage, the admiral had renovated it so it could house important guests in a convenient, little known but nearby place. I had returned for the mansion and was wet too. I joined Ronald in the shower.
I am quite tall and Ronald's face was within easy reach of my cock.
"I'm sorry about that," I said when I noticed his face was looking at my cock.
"I'm not," Ronald said. "It is sort of liked being at school in the showers with the best endowed boy in the school next to me."
"Was that good or bad?" I asked.
"Usually it was bad, but I hoped it would be good some day," he said.
"If you want it, this could be a good day," I said.
"Are you serious about that?" he asked.
"I am, but my cock is really interested," I said. A second or two later Ronald's lips were wrapped around my cock head. In another second his lips and tongue had pushed back my foreskin, and he was making love to my cock. I knew all about blow jobs, but Ronald was different. He was making love to my tender cock head.
"Did you invent this way to get a guy hard, or did you have a teacher?" I asked.
"It was the chorus-master at school. I matured early and was the only real bass," he said. "He died at the Somme. He was a good man."
"Did you trade sperm?" I asked.
"He wanted mine most of the time. I did take his when he was leaving for France," he said. "It was good, but I've never taken another man's seed since then. Could I take your load?"
"You can, but I'm not a virgin. Quite a few sailors sampled my home brew while we were at sea," I said. That comment seemed to inspire him. A few minutes later we were on my bed and I was sucking him as he sucked me. He seemed to like that a lot.
During a lull Ronald ask it this was common on the ship and did any officers participate. A few officers were involved I explained. One or two sailors wanted a more affectionate relationship. One officer wanted that too. "When I say affectionate, that usually occurred while their rock hard cocks were deep in my ass."
"Was that good for you?" he asked.
"I didn't think it would be good, but I was wrong. Cocks are tricky. I tended to think of it as a conveniently located toy. When a guy is fucking you and slows down, there is something going on," I said. "Sometimes it's affection. I'm just an ordinary bloke, but I'm not ordinary when I seed a man's ass, or taking his load in my hole."
"Would you seed me? Ronald asked. "Either as a man as a toy? It's big, I want it in me. I want to feel you squirting."
Ronald was not experienced, but he was needy, so everything worked out. I took my time getting into him and then pounded like a madman. He loved it when I shot off. He was rock hard by then. I then pulled out quickly and sat on his rock hard cock.
I don't think he knew what to do, but his cock had no problem at all. I don't know how many times his cock spurted. He was shooting off, shivering and I think his eyes saw a vision of heaven. I was much more emotional as he unloaded in me than I expected. He was crying when I pulled out.
"You must think I'm not much of a man," he said.
"We've just been through four years of hell. We all deserve moments of total pleasure," I said.
The storm lasted until the early hours of the next day. That morning I discovered Rodney was a good cook. Every thing outside was coated in ice so we went back to the bedroom. I knew that I had a short recovery time. I soon discovered Ronald had a similar trait.
He told me that he thought any time we weren't sexually connected was wasted. I felt the same way I also told him that his short legs meant I could push deeper into his ass than I had with any other man before. I asked if it had hurt him. I hoped I hadn't offended him by rear loading him.
"I loved it!" he replied. "I hope it was as good for you."
"It was real good for me, but they say practice makes perfect," I replied. Ronald smiled.
I am just a working man. It was clear that Rodney was a genius. We shouldn't have been compatible. Some of that might have been our cocks. I guessed my cock fit his ass as well as his fit mine, but I thought it might be more than that.
I knew we got along well personally. He was a discarded member of the nobility. His grandfather was a duke, but he was a nothing. He was brilliant, but being brilliant and having a position was not admired among his peers. While I was just a former sailor, I could admire a man with an important position and an impressive mind.
I am hard working, faithful and a normal working class man. I take life as it comes and deal with problems as the come. I don't put on airs, but that is mostly because I don't know how to be pretentious. Rodney rejected putting on airs.
I discovered man sex the hard way, as the crew in a ship. While Ronald discovered it with his choir master, he loved it but wanted more. Ronald was the grandson of a Duke, but had been reject by his class. His mother was beautiful, talented, public spirited and a woman of action was similarly rejected. While he briefly found affection with the choir master, I am the most common of common men. I think I am a good man, but that counts little for men in his position.
Later when I was fucking Maurice, he told me that shoving my cock deep into his ass and injecting my man seed deep into him was beyond beyond satisfying and pleasurable. I hadn't shot off in several days so I had multiple spurts of cum and I kissed him as I shot off. It was everything Maurice wanted and much more emotional than I expected.
He moaned continuously as I pushed my tool in deeper. He was tight, but he was squeezing his sphincter to hold me in.
"Fill me up," he ordered. "I want it all!"
Maurice often seemed like a cold fish to me. It seemed that my cock broke through his reserve as I forced it deeper into him. When my knob couldn't penetrate deeper I began ramming him. I started slow and easy and then increased the pace and force of each thrust. He suddenly relaxed and open wide. After my first shot he cried. "More! More! More!" I shot every thing I could into him and he still wanted more.
We rested and then he asked, "Is this what it is supposed to be like?"
I told him is was just what happened.
"I didn't know it could feel so good. I was fucked in school. I wasn't good, but I still seemed to want to do it again." he said. "I couldn't understand why I wanted to have a man shove his cock up my ass and shoot his seed in me. I finally understand. Ronald told me you were unexpectedly engaging."
I smiled and said that was a strange way to describe what we did.
"He's so reserved and shy. You do know he way well be a genius?" he asked. I nodded. Maurice had an appointment, so he dressed and left.
A week later Ronald asked if would go to a party at a friend's house. The friend was Lord Peter Whitley. Whitley worked for the admiral. Lord Peter had served in France and was partially crippled and short one arm. Maurice, and a man named Davidson Malone would be there.
Ronald said we all shared a common interest, but Lord Peter was uneasy due to his war wounds. "I am hoping our meeting will be inspirational," he explained. "For your information, Davidson is a bit of a wild man. He does it all.
"So do I," I said.
A day later I was at at Lord Peter's place. It was next to Regent's Park in the mews behind Portland Place. These former carriage houses had been renovated as homes for the slightly bohemian heirs to aristocratic fortunes. Maurice answered the door. The house was fully renovated, compact and surprisingly large. Davidson was a handsome man. He had been in the air corp. We went to a room where Ronald and Sir Peter were waiting. Peter was a mixture of tall, slim, elegance and ruin. His left arm was missing and his left leg damaged.
"Let me be direct," Maurice said. "We all share common sexual interests. The late unpleasantness has interrupted our normal flow of lust and fornication. My objective is to restore the normal flow of lust, passion, and indeed sperm that once marked our lives."
"There is one thing I want to emphasize. My objective for his get together is not true love, it is sex," he added. "It is sexual pleasure. There should be no conversation about politics or current events. I have not seen some of you socially for a while. In case any, if you have forgotten, I liked to suck cock, be sucked, shove my cock up an ass, and take a cock in the ass. Have I forgotten anything?"
"I seem to recall you like to eat sperm, and take man cream up your ass," Davidson added. The men laughed.
"I should introduce Clyde McDaniel. He survived the late unpleasantness undamaged other than an incident with a torpedo in the North Atlantic. He is a pleasant and unaffected man. When we disrobe you will understand his presence," Maurice said. He took off his coat and began to unbutton his shirt. "Let the games begin!" everyone followed suit.
I assumed stripping would be uncomfortable, but nudity combined with semi-erect cocks proved to be inspirational. I was naked first and I helped Peter.
"You don't need to help me," he said. As I pushed his trousers down I dropped to my knees and began sucking his cock. He moaned as my tongue caressed his knob. He was cut, and I immediately tasted precum.
"You shouldn't do that," he said.
"Your mouth says no, but your cock is drooling the welcome mat," I said.
Peter laughed. A little later he moaned, "It is so beautiful. It's been so long. I haven't played since Reggie died in seventeen. He was a pilot. That was the only time I've been fucked and seeded. He was a pilot I'm afraid your cock might erase his memory. Damn you're big."
"Every cock is a little different," I said. "Do you think mine is too big?"
"Is looks that way to me. I don't know why I want it so badly," he said.
"I think I know why," I said. It took a five or six minutes for Peter to get into it, but sex is it's own reward. I was also surprised to how quickly naked, erect men react to other naked men. Hard cocks are hard to ignore; you know what they mean. Peter quickly rediscovered sex, lust, and sexual pleasure.
When I told him that his damaged leg made it easier to get deeper into his ass, he laughed. Peter told me that my cock had discovered new places he didn't know existed.
"I don't have to shoot off in you, but some times my cock as different plans," I said. "I'm just a man who likes to dump a load in a friendly ass. It's in you ass for fun. You and I don't need to be lovers, we can just be friends?"
"Shooting off in a guy is special," he replied.
"Some how men are blessed with an unlimited amount of sperm. "I've never used it up," I said. "I am pretty sure you have never run out either."
When I pulled out Maurice worked on his cock.
The guests at the were supposed to be shy and timid. Once the men were naked and erect there was no way to say you were not interested. Ronald added some entertainment by doing an exotic dance while skewered on my cock. He reacted as he bounced on my tool. The knew exactly how deep my cock up his ass.
I took a quick shower and Davidson joined me. It was large shower for the comparatively small house. Ronald said he was a bit of a wild man, but he seemed to be a bit timid. He played the role of a bohemian wild man. I came to think that was a cover for a shy man.
"You are a big man," he said. "I can't believe your cock fit in Peter's ass."
"It seemed to me he wanted me, or at least he wanted my cock. I never go where I'm not wanted," I said.
Davidson looked at me and said. "You are wanted." He demonstrated that by dropping to his knees and gently kissing the tip of my cock.