Clyde 3
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 By and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com.
Life was uneventful for a while. I worked in the garden and had a few visitors. While we were at peace, the international situation was tense and unsure. The Admiral's men were busy deciphering messages. Ronald told me that one of the problems with deciphering codes was that you never knew what was important until you deciphered it. The message could be a plan to attack a major facility, or it could be a to do list. A shopping list sounds silly, but decoding is the same as for a shopping list as for a plan of attack.
One summer Tuesday the Admiral came to my cottage. He rarely visited me, so I knew this was special.
"I have a request of you that you might find to be insulting. Let me assure you it is a genuine request, not an order," he said. "I have a high-ranking guest visiting. The man shares our sexual interests. He is under constant observation at home, so no intimate connections are possible there. If his father were to discover the nature of these connections, it would be deeply problematic for His Majesty's Government."
"This gentleman is pro-British so were he to lose favor, a man who is anti-British might replace him." the Admiral explained.
"Where would I come in?" I asked.
"This gentleman was educated in England. While he was here, he had a relationship with a common laborer. It was a sexual relationship, and it was most successful. The gentleman is going to visit here. He would like to meet a similar man. His friend died in the trenches. It seems to me that you are the sort of man he would like. I would like you to meet our guest," he explained.
"Am I supposed to have sex with him?" I asked.
"You are to accommodate his needs," the Admiral replied. "I need to assure you this is not an order or a requirement. I only know that my guest is an important man, and that he finds working men to be exciting, sexually exciting. I don't know many men like you."
"Well, I was at sea for years," I said. "I didn't get to select my playmates. The sex was good sometimes and bad others. If I can help you I will."
The Admiral smiled.
A week later the special guest arrived at the house. He came with no fanfare and with a single servant. When the butler let the guest into the house the servant left. The man was traveling alone. The Admiral greeted him in the entry hall. There was no possibility for photographs. I was in a closet, watching. The man was tall, thin, and perhaps twenty years old.
That evening I had just finished exercising with Ronald and Maurice and we were showering when the Admiral and the guest arrived. Seeing him close I guessed he was between maybe twenty and twenty-five. The shower was in an alcove to the side, open to the rest of the room.
When Maurice saw them, he bowed to the two men and said, "I apologize. I am deeply embarrassed. We have misjudged the time. We will be on our way as soon as we have dried off and dressed."
"There is no need to hurry," the guest said in what I thought was a German accent. "It is a big room, we can share. Admiral, can I change into something more comfortable?"
"Can you men take care of my guest's needs? Please show him around," the Admiral asked Maurice. "I have some papers I need to review."
"It would be pleasure," Maurice said. The admiral left.
"I am Max," the guest said.
"I am Maurice, my short friend is Ronald. The big man is Clyde. He is a gardener." Maurice said in introduction. "Ronald is a genius in some specialized areas. Clyde is the survivor of a torpedo attack in the late unpleasantness. He is a brave man and true. I apologize for our nudity. We were unaware that the Admiral had a guest," Maurice said.
"I believe the Ancient Greeks exercised nude," Max said.
Maurice laughed and said, "It seems we are already dressed for that."
Max began to undress. "I admire the Greeks. May I join you in the Greek manner?"
Ronald and Maurice were soon half hard.
"I see you are friendly," Max said as he stared at our growing cocks.
"I had heard that the Greeks enjoyed manly pleasures," Ronald said. By then Max was hard too.
"Sometimes manly pleasures can be messy," Max said. "Some people are opposed to friendly experimentation between open minded men."
"I served on a ship. The men on the ship had many successful experiments," I said with a smile. "Sometimes they deposited the evidence in a hard-to-reach place."
"Was that exciting?" Max asked.
"It can be," Maurice said, "There is one problem. They say that clothes make the man. Nude men have no way to indicate rank. I have done some investigations and have discovered no easy way to discover the rank of a naked man. Indeed, I personally have found that even their manly fluids are essentially identical."
"Do they feel the same as they investigate the insides of their playmates?" Max asked.
"The sex fluids are all but identical. The male member is varied," Maurice said. "I must admit that for me the male member is often a pleasant surprise." He paused briefly. "Perhaps you would like to investigate that yourself? We are very close friends and quite accommodating."
"I have been told my seed is rare and I should save it for when I marry," Max said.
"From my own experience I have discovered that men rarely have a shortage of man seed. I suspect stories to the contrary are false," Ronald said. "I am an older man and have regularly exercised my privates. I have noted there has been no reduction of my sperm. You need not worry about that. It remains fresh and plentiful."
Max came toward me. I dropped to my knees as wrapped my lips around his large cock head. A minute later much of his cock was in my mouth and he was moaning. All was well.
I think Max's servants and companions treated him as a child and they told him many old wives' tales. I suspected that sharing an orgasm would be enough to dispel all the myths. While I am an ordinary laborer and I live in a different world from Max, Ronald and I knew that gentlemen and laborers' private parts worked same way. I later found out Max was genuinely attracted to common men. They reassured him. He was taught to think that sexual abandon was only associated with the lower orders. Officially for him, sex was only appropriate when an heir was needed.
It took me only a few minutes to realize Max might well have been more experienced than he claimed. He seemed interested in my knob and his tongue seemed to focus on my slit. He shivered a little when his tongue encountered my cock drool. He began to suck more vigorously.
That evening we all had a good time. Most of his experiences were with a single man. This was his first time in a group. I think he was surprised at Ronald's oral expertise and enthusiasm. He soon realized that while Ronald's legs were short, his genitals made up for that. He had been sucked, but sharing sexual pleasure men of different backgrounds was new to him.
Maurice was on his back on a mat. Ronald lubricated his cock and then did an almost beautiful exhibition of anal sex. Max was fascinated as Ronald's oversized cock eased into the deep recesses of Maurice's ass. Maurice was begging him to go deeper. Ronald began to pound vigorously, and moaned as he unloaded.
When Ronald pulled out, his sperm drooled from Maurices' hole. I reached over and collected some of it on my finger. "Sometimes on the ship men would clean up the drool," I explained. I licked it off my finger. Max came over and pushed his finger into Maurice's ass.
"I don't think I want to taste it," he said in a near whisper.
I smiled and told him that usually only old friends did that. After a half hour, Maurice and Ronald left. I spent the night with Max in his bedroom.
"Are there observers or camera's here?" Max asked.
"This is the Admiral's private home. He only invites personal, intimate acquaintances here," I explained. "If there were camera's they would be filming the Admiral and his personal friends. His friends are high ranking people of importance. To be direct, if anyone discovered the camera, the Admiral would lose his position and most probably his life."
Max was innocent in some ways. I told him of my life on the ship. I thought that would shock him. He saw my life as a wonderland of sexual experimentation and excitement. I fell asleep sucking his cock and woke up when he started to suck me.
I returned to the garden the next morning. The admiral had important matters to discuss with the prince. The people in the Admiralty did not often associate with the Admiral. His father had been a member of parliament, but not noble. The Admiral was educated at Oxford, spoke six languages including Russian and Hindi, and he knew things. They didn't like him, but they depended on him.
In his homeland, Max could only do things suitable for his station in life. He visited me that afternoon. Late in the day Max discovered that his ass could accommodate my cock. It was so pleasurable he forgot his elevated status. Squirming on the cock of a washed-up sailor was an unexpected pleasure for him. I suspected he thought the cock of a baron or duke would have been needed to give him pleasure. I suspected he felt more than just being skewered on my cock.
Max was not a fool. He now knew it was the man, not the rank of the man that provided the pleasure. On the ship, I discovered that if you liked to use a man's ass for your own pleasure, you had better be able to take his cock and like it. Max had strong sexual urges, but his rank was a problem. Shoving his princely cock into a common man's ass worried him as much as taking a common man's seed.
I told him that on high authority, you couldn't tell who was fucking you when it was dark. He laughed and understood. Of course, he knew of the late King Edward's sex life. King George was a puritan in contrast. Officially Max was on a tour of England. He had to leave so there were official visits that would appear in newspapers.
A week later the Admiral called me to his office. "Prince Max's father has been overthrown. He is dead, his mother is believed to have been murdered". His sister, Olga, escap," he said. "We thought it was communist revolt, but it seems to be controlled by a cousin. Prince Ragnar."
"Olga is a beauty and popular." The Admiral, "She was a nurse in the great war, and seems to have nursed a surprising portion of the wounded men. She did not just visit the wounded; she worked in the wards. King George admired her, but she scared the Prince of Wales. She was not a brainless debutant."
"Princess Olga is immensely popular. Max is little known. He is deeply attached to her, and has no problem supporting her. I told him that he might lose the throne to her. He told me that whatever was best for the kingdom was best for him," the Admiral explained. It was best that Max disappeared.
A few days later Max and I were at North Castle, with Ronald's mother Vivian Lake. The Duke had died and his son, Edwin, had inherited the title. He got along well with Vivian and Ronald. The new duke had two children. His wife died in the influenza plague, and Vivian was raising the children. Vivian was a firm believer that you do what you must do. They had become a happy family.
Ronald, Max, and I lived in a cottage behind the stables. The estate was a bit rundown since so may of the males joined the army. The admiral sent us retired sailors to rebuild the staff. Several of the men had been injured, but they thought the work was easy compared to what they did on a warship. They thought the Castle was beautiful, the dowager Duchess was all but a goddess. The food was a wonder.
Since so many men died, the Duke hired the widows as servants to provide income. The Dowager Dutchess provided a school for the children. The naval men were told to keep their eyes open and to never mention anything to anyone visiting the Castle. As good naval men, being on watch was second nature to most of them.
Our cottage was larger than it looked. Ronald used a small room as an office. We had a telephone and telegraph service. The wires were underground since a cottage with telephone wires were rare and would be suspicious. Ronald was constantly reading central European dispatches. Max was able to read between the lines. He and his sister had their own codes, so Max was most helpful.
Olga had an uphill battle to regain the throne. Max told me she was brilliant and crafty. He hoped that would even the scales. Max served as a tutor for the duke's children. He was good at that.
Much to Ronald's surprise Max found him to be sexually attractive. Ronald was brilliant, but a dwarf. Max's favorite parts of the male anatomy were full sized. An attractive, young man was assigned to be a gardener at our house, Archy. He was a handsome man who has suffered a concussive brain injury.
Archy had been a stoker, the lowest ranking man on the ship. I assumed he was used to sex with higher ranking men and that his ass was well used. He wasn't surprised when Max showed an interest in him. Archy was shocked when his cock slipped deep into Max's ass and that Max enjoyed it. When Archy shot off, Max held him tight to make sure each ejaculation was deep in his ass,
The arrangement worked well, and Max had a good month in the country complete with regular doses very satisfactory sex. I had to return to the Admiral's house. He needed my assistance. Ronald and Archy took care of his sexual needs.
The Admiral's agents discovered that a place called Sandor's Gym had become popular with government officials, and with foreign diplomats. The muscle builder Sandow was popular, and the name was close enough to Sandor. Sandow posed nearly nude in many commercial photographs. The men who patronized the gym were casually dressed.
The Admiral wanted me to get a job there as a masseur or a shower room attendant. Several high-ranking men were suspicious of the place. The sexual nature of the gym created potential blackmail opportunities. If there was an official involvement, reputations would be ruined.
"As you know, I admit to myself that I enjoy the company of men. I do not do that publicly. I don't think you have any problem with that, the Admiral said.
I was to be a randy, disgruntled sailor who was bitter that I didn't get a pension after my ship sank. I could use the name of my ship since the newspapers did not list torpedoed ships. That was bad for morale.
I met with a man named Livingston DuPont, an American dandy who owned Sandor's Gym. Turnover was high at the gym since the staff was in regular contact with men who could use them as a personal valet or door man. The manager, Sean O'Brien, said there was an opening in the locker and steam room area. It was hot and steamy. I told him I had spent enough time in the chill north Atlantic to be happy with a hot room.
I took the job, and I went to meet Smoky, the shower attendant. Smoky told me the club was short on attendants. He told me there was a loft where I could sleep if I worked late. He said I was older than most of the guys, but the young men were none too good about being on time or showing up every day. The locker room workers' uniform was a towel, one safety pin and sandals. "If the towel falls off, don't worry. The customers like it," Smoky said. "Things can get free and easy. You don't notice or say anything."
"Things could get a bit free and easy on the ship after lights out," I said. Smoky winked at me.
I started working that evening. The afternoon man, Tommy, told me what to do and left. Billy, the boy who handed out the towels, looked young, but he was twenty. It was five in the afternoon, and there were many older men showering. One man looked unsteady, so I helped him get to his locker. I also helped him find his key and got him a dry towel. That was noticed by the other men. I later found out the younger attendants only helped the younger men.
The staff of the Gym often changed. A new towel boy was exciting the members especially if he was open minded. Ronald told me that I looked like an average working man, I was muscular due to hard work and was well hung. I didn't advertise my sexual interests, but I had a cock that had its own interests and desires.
The younger attendants tended to the shower displaying semi-erect cocks. Most patrons tended to like the boys. I took off my towel to pick up the stuff on the shower floor. Most of the men had servants who would pick up washcloths, towels, and soap they dropped during shower. I am not a boy, and I have a man's cock. When I bent over, they got a view of my ass hole. One man patted my ass.
Two or three days later the novelty of a new attendant had worn off and the patrons were comfortable with me being naked in the showers. I had also found the little nooks and alcoves which were not visible from the main locker room. They had a steam room that was active. The men who used it were neither shy, nor discrete. The men tended to raise the heat to decrease visibility. I checked it regularly to keep it safe. The men complained, but once I stroked my cock to an erection all was well.
I avoided any direct sexual contact for the first week. I had a chance to meet with the admiral when he visited London. His agents had been watching Sandor's Gym. They had photographs. I recognized a few young beauties in the showers. They seemed to be the Oscar Wilde types, effeminate and a bit girlish. There were a few pictures of suspect foreign agents. I didn't recognize any of them, but I have a good memory.
When the men got used to me they relaxed. By then I knew where all the nooks suited for a quick sexual interlude were, we were all relaxed about that. I also noticed there were several foreign businessmen who seemed to be active. Some men were able to sport firm, but not quite erect cock. They were quite popular.
The men who were interested in fitness went home or to the club around nine, by ten many of the members had pulled back their foreskins to expose their firm cocks. The room had gas lights, and the flickering gas tended to catch beads of precum emerging from the cock.
The steam room was popular. It had its own rules. There was a problem with tops. Some of them climaxed in their playmate's ass and left. Their playmate's balls were still fully loaded and cum was dripping from their ass. I would clean up the drool. Once and a while I would make a hard thrust up their ass with my cock that would set off their orgasm. That was regarded as a magic trick and was much admired.
The showers remained sedate before midnight. After midnight it was the site of free-all parties. While I was the wrong social class and too muscular to be abused, a big cock is inspirational.
I noticed that one young man, Sir Oliver Martindale, regularly arrived with an older Dutch man, Hubert van Delft. Oliver was almost pretty. Hubert was big and was still muscular. He was an importer of spices from the Dutch East Indies. In my experience middle-aged businessmen tend to be flabby. Hubert did not play hard to get. He seemed to be most attracted to Oliver. Hubert had the posture and bearing of a military man. I gave that information to the Admiral.
That was a stab in the dark for me. It turned out that Hubert was German, and Oliver worked for the Navy. The Admiral thought I was gifted. Oliver was young and foolish. He was too young to have served during the war. In the papers he was often seen with aristocratic young women at fashionable events. I assume he was an escort so his companions could find a more suitable mate. His work involved supplying oil for the navy.
One night Hubert didn't attend. Oliver was with three of his young men. I was an old, used, ugly man with a big cock. His friends bet that he couldn't take my cock. Oliver took half of it and said he couldn't take it all. His companions made fun of him.
Oliver came over to me after they left. "I assume you think I'm an ass," he said in a whisper. "I want to take it all. I have never felt anything like it before."
"Your pals thought I would split you in half." I said.
"I want you to breed me. I want you to seed me. I want to feel you shooting off on me." He whispered.
I told him that I was big boy and my cock didn't fit every ass. He told me he had taken a few big ones and it had been good.
While Oliver had a tight ass, he was a needy bottom and loved big cocks. He told me that when he lived at home, he had seen an older groom fucking a man in the stables. He had dreamed of that for years. He thought my cock resembled the groom's fuck tool.
I did not disappoint him. While he was tight, Hubert had stretched him some. Oliver moaned and shivered each time I shot off. I told him that I noticed that he got along with Hubert. He told me that my cock was bigger than Hubert's and I shot a bigger load. From the way Oliver said it I knew his affection for well hung men was sincere. I suspected Oliver was unaware of the difficult political situation in the world. He was an immature social butterfly.
He told me that Hubert was spending time with a friend, Froggy Degrass. "Froggy falls in love a lot," he explained. Oliver's father was a monster, and any older man who smiled at him became his hope to find a good father.
I shot off in his ass for the third time that night and went home. Ronald was awake. I mentioned my evening with Oliver and that Hurbert had moved on to someone named Froggy. Ronald was an observer of that social world, and he knew of Froggy.
Froggy was the third son of a notoriously bad-tempered Duke. The aristocracy was noted for bad temper neglect of their families, but the duke was exceptional. In peace time, ancestry was more important than ability, so Froggy was an assistant to a high-ranking cabinet secretary.
Ronald said the secretary was not involved in defense, but he received memos and reports for many departments. Froggy had access to them.