Plato's Lodge 5
By Bald Hairy Man
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Tully and Little Will had scared me when I first met them, two hours later I liked them. Tully was cheerful if crude and was entirely without guile. He told me from the start he wanted to mount me and seed me. I thought that would be over my dead body. I didn't say that because I was afraid my dead body wouldn't necessarily be an impediment to Tully's pleasures. If Tully rolled over on me, I might well be crushed. He was a huge man.
Tully was aware of his size and was careful. He wanted me to be very much alive when he shoved his cock into my ass. Tully needed his partner's pleasure to complete his own. He wasn't happy unless his playmate was a full participant and enjoyed the experience as much as he did.
Tully loved man sex and wasn't afraid to show it or to say it. Most men were afraid, ashamed or embarrassed to admit the extent of their passions and desires. Tully was twice as big as anyone he came into contact with. Even if they didn't approve they knew it was a bad idea to say it, or indeed to say anything at all.
When Little Will was actually little, his father beat him when he found him having some fun with a neighborhood boy. Tully came upon them and Little Will's father never said another word, or dared to hit his boy again. A broken jaw had something to do with the silence, but Tully was not to be trifled with. Tully once came upon a gang of ruffians beating a merchant with clubs. It was six to one and the ruffians were soon badly over matched. One of the ruffians died. The Police almost gave Tully a medal. Race Street was not a good part of town, but it was safe anywhere within two blocks of Tully's Blacksmith shop.
I was thinking a ride on Tully's monster pole might be interesting. I thought I would get him off to the side and experiment a little. The actual event turned out to be more public than that unexpectedly Edward joined me in the experimentation. Edward had a taste for common men.
A concern for the laboring classes was a stylish affectation at Oxford and Cambridge. Edward was attracted by the concern, but had no experience with actual laborers. He spent his life in the rarified circles of the English upper class academia and in the church. This was his first personal experience with men who worked with their hands.
While I thought of these men as skilled craftsmen and thought of them as middle class, English society was more class bound and Edward was greatly excited. These were the honest, simple, hardworking craftsmen William Morris and Mr., Ruskin wrote about. It was a dream come true for Edward.
Little Will took a shine to Edward and Edward was flattered. If I were looking for a man to be the first in my ass, Little Will would not have been my choice. He possessed a six-inch cock, but the diameter was a problem. Edward was a slight man, and Will's cock was as thick as Edward's wrist. This had all the makings of a disaster.
There was no disaster. Tully loved to fuck and he had made a detailed study on how to get his oversized tool into a tight ass without ripping his playmate in two. He taught Little Will all his tricks. Tully didn't fuck you; he occupied you. He slowly stretched you open and then filled your rectum with his monster organ. It was a bit uncomfortable, but very exciting. It was as if Hercules decided to take you. Tully's cock was a blunt instrument with a bullet shaped cock head. His cock was hard as steel, but his plenteous foreskin cushioned the impact. His own juices provided all the lubrication he needed. Tully applied firm pressure to my tense hole, but never forced it in. Anytime I relaxed, he slipped in deeper. I had the advantage if have taken several loads earlier so I was well lubricated.
Edward was a virgin, but Zebulon was with him, encouraging him to relax and let Little Will in to his ass. I was on my back; Edward was taking Little Will doggy style. Zebulon was under Edward sucking his his cock and watching the cock work its way into Edward's ass. Edward licked Zebulon's cock.
When I said Tully didn't fuck, I meant he didn't fuck until he was fully lodged in my ass and I had made peace with the invader. I was a little dizzy and disoriented once the entire organ was in me. I relaxed and Tully began slow thrusting movements. At first he only moved and inch or two. My sphincter finally stretched and accommodated the invader. It was then I realized there didn't seem to be enough room for Tully's cock and my prostate. That small gland was squeezed and rubbed with every movement
I began to moan. Soon Tully was pounding me at a frantic rate. He suddenly stopped and pulled out and then went in deep in a single hard movement. I climaxed and covered me torso with sperm. Tully climaxed a minute or two later. A few feet away Zebulon got Edward's load as well as some of Little Will's. Will was still ejaculating as he withdrew.
When Tully pulled out, my ass stayed stretched open. Caleb Miller, the dry good's merchant, who had been sitting to the side, came over to me and licked my gaping hole. I don't know if he wanted to sooth my overstretched sphincter, or taste the rich brew of man seed in my ass. I was oozing man cream and Miller was enjoying the feast. When he had enough, Miller eased his cock into me and had an immediate orgasm. That was unexpectedly pleasurable and oddly soothing.
Things calmed down after that, but Edward' pleasures didn't cease. Zebulon mounted Edward. After Little Will's thick, organ Zebulon's normal cock was easy. The two men were in heaven. Edward later told me he had wanted to get closer to Zebulon, and you can't be any closer than having seven inches of his cock in your ass. Edward organ visited Zeb's ass too, with total success.
The Race Street Merchants' Association was bold, energetic men who found the Lodge to a place to extend their considerable sexual repertoire. Other men, such as Edward Carpenter were for all practical purposes virgins. When Edward lost his virginity he found himself liberated; he was free to be himself. Edward was a most intelligent and intellectual man.
His fears and dread of his own basic nature limited him. Once freed from conventionality, his mind could freely explore the entire world of thought, sex and philosophy. These had been areas that were off limits and forbidden. Conventionality is comfortable, but can be suffocating.
I also encountered some men like Tully who were self confident and driven men. He was a shrinking violet compared to another visitor, an architect named Frank Furness. Furness was a bold adventurous, much decorated former Cavalry officer. Paulo met him sculpting decoration for one of his buildings. They discovered a common interest.
As far as I could tell, Furness had no interest in philosophy at all. The architect was interested in sex, primarily in pleasuring his own sex organ. He was happily married and deeply attached to his wife. I don't believe she was a delicate type, but there was no way for her to meet all his sexual needs. He wouldn't betray her with another woman. He didn't think man-to-man sex constituted betrayal; it was just letting off steam.
Paulo said he was architecturally eccentric and bold. Sexually he liked to be sucked off and to fuck. He had an eight-inch organ of moderate thickness, a big cock head and the stamina of a stallion. When he appeared at the door, I was taken aback. He wore a bold and distinctive, hounds-tooth suit, a deep purple cravat, and sported a massive, bright copper colored mutton-chop beard. He looked like a caricature of the eccentric gentleman.
He had his heart set on fucking the two sculptors, Paulo and Karl, to heaven and back, and that he did. The sex seemed one sided to me, but Furness was cheerful and energetic. It was fun for all of them. Karl climaxed hands free while the architect fucked him. Furness finally shot off in Paulo's ass and only then calmed down.
"You men sure are good sports!" he exclaimed. "You must have buns of steel. It takes a long time for me to shoot, and you were hard and tight the whole time! It was lovely." Furness' organ was relaxed, but still was drooling the remains of his orgasm. I was near and licked the seed from his slit.
"Thanks, I try to be neat, but that's hard after a long session," he said. "My knob gets sensitive, and you might get more than you bargained for. Is that a problem?"
I looked up at him. "Probably not."
He smiled. "Good. Man sex is rip-roaring fun, but not neat. I use to be afraid of cock juice. I like man seed now."
"Do you ever take it in the ass?" I asked.
"Nope, I've never done it successfully. I tried once but I wasn't good," he replied. "If any of you men would like me to drain your balls, straddle my face and I'll be glad to help you out."
He took Paulo's and then Kurt's cock. The men left happy. I was alone with the architect.
"Would you like me to do you?" he asked.
"I'm sure you've done enough," I said. "You don't need to."
"Boy, I've never done enough!" he exclaimed. "Straddle my face and let me taste you." I obeyed of course. He was unexpectedly gentle. His tongue explored my knob and slit. I ooze a lot and he seemed to like that. As he sucked me, his finger explored my ass.
I am a sensible man and I had oiled my hole just in case.
"I like a man who is prepared," he said. A little later I was on my side as he slipped his organ into my backside. It was lovely. Furness didn't fuck me. He gently massaged my rectum with his penis for an hour and a half. He had two or three orgasms, but that didn't affect his erection or his actions.
"I'm going to shoot off!" I finally exclaimed. He pulled out and quickly rearranged himself so he could take my seed. He took every drop.
When we calmed down, we talked. "Wistar, I have a favor I want from you," he said. "I have a young man in my office. He's a virgin and in need of some release."
"You are will equipped to do that yourself," I said.
"Oh no, I would never do that to an employee!" he exclaimed. He was genuinely shocked at the thought. "Even if he weren't in my employ he wouldn't be responsive to my approach to sex. He is a talented and good man, manly, but sensitive. He doesn't need to have an old cavalryman's horse cock charging up his ass! For me man sex is just playing with whatever toy is at hand. He needs something more intimate and loving."
"I think I felt something quite intimate for the last hour of so!"
Furness laughed. "I'd appreciate it if that was our little secret," he said. "I enjoyed every minute of it, by the way. Louis, that's my young friend's name, needs someone like you to guide him into the world of man sex. I think he needs an intimate experience."
"Perhaps he is happy as he is?" I suggested.
"I'm pretty sure that isn't the case," Furness replied. "I know an unhappy man. I know it's odd to ask a nearly total stranger to have sex with a man he has never met. I think you are the man for the task.
Three days later a young man named Louis Sullivan appeared at the door. "Mr. Furness said you were expecting me?" he said.
"I am Wistar," I said as I let him in. It was late summer and still warm. I told him I was going for a swim and asked if he would like to join me. He nodded and we went to the pond. I expected a brawny Irishman, but Sullivan was slightly built and very quiet. I spent some time in the sun and was tanned. Louis was pale but healthy looking. I told him about the house and my boarders. We stripped and got in the warm water.
"You must spend some time outside in the sun," he observed.
"My friends are much interested in Greek culture. We have been emulating the Greeks taste for open air."
"And nudity?" he asked.
"Yes, I hope that doesn't shock you." I replied.
"I was raised in the city and I am afraid skinny-dipping is new to me," he replied. "It is new, but not shocking. It seems odd to me to be naked in the outside."
I smiled. "It's new to me too. My father was a good Quaker and I assume I was the first man to be nude in the history of the house. We are so use to the artificialities of modern civilization, it hard to believe that man went naked for thousands of years before we became civilized."
"I never thought about that," Louis said. "I see shirtless men from time to time on construction sites, but never a totally nude man. Man's body may be a temple, but some parts of the temple are never on view."
"The Greeks and Romans had cocks, not fig leaves," I said. "Since all men share the same basic anatomy, it is odd we pretend the male organ doesn't exist. Not only does the male organ exist, but also it gives considerable pleasure. We all know that but we pretend it isn't true."
"Overuse causes weakness," Louis said.
I smiled. "That is an old wives' tale. A few days ago I was talking with a brawny Blacksmith who told me he knew for a fact that wasn't true," I said. "He exercised his cock several times a day and just got stronger."
"He told you that?"
"He is not a shy man," I answered. "He was sexually generous too. Tully was willing to share. He is a lusty man."
"Like the Greeks?"
"He was built like Hercules so it may have been very much like the Greeks," I said.
"I'm not very experienced in sexual matters," Louis said, "I find it hard to see myself in a sexual situation. It is quite foreign to me. I take it you are much more experienced?"
"I led a most sheltered life until recently," I explained. "I had a vision of sex as an unnatural activity. I have recently come to see it as the most natural of activities." Louis may have been innocent, but he was no fool. He knew what I was talking about. His cock was deeply enshrouded in foreskin and it began to firm up, as did mine.
Louis seemed shocked at my enlarging cock. He stared at it, but made no effort to turn away. He was sitting on a rock and his cock was soon fully erect. I went over to him in the water and took his cock into my mouth. His mouth dropped open.
I later found out he had not seen another man's erect cock before and his great desire was to look at the organ. He had barely considered the possibility of touching it, not to mention sucking it.
I took his cock head into my mouth and used my tongue to peel back the skin. He moaned in appreciation. His knob was most sensitive and responsive. I held his large balls to steady myself. In no time at all, his man seed gushed into my mouth. I took it all.
"I'm so sorry," he muttered. "I didn't mean to do that!"
"There is nothing wrong with what you just did," I said. "I enjoyed it and hope you did too."
"I can't believe it was so good. I've never felt anything like that before," he cried. He was literally crying in joy. We got out of the pool and went to my bedroom. He shivered some so we got in bed and I held him. My cock rubbed against his. He moaned.
He was hard again, so I slipped under the covers and sucked him again. He was very responsive this time. In about ten minutes, he had a second orgasm. "That was beautiful," I said.
"It wasn't dirty?"
"No, there is nothing dirty about a natural act," I said.
Louis said nothing, but there was a look of longing in his eyes. I sucked him again. He was almost soft, but it was pleasant and enjoyable.
"You aren't disgusted?" he asked.
I looked up from my sucking duties and smiled at him. "Do I look disgusted?"