The Inheritance 3 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
Inspector George Wright was assigned a major new case involving the suspicious death of a close lady friend of the Prince of Wales. George was intelligent and perceptive, but not particular high ranking. He was the prefect man to investigate a potentially embarrassing situation.
Constable Philip Lewis became an Inspector and took over Lady Bracknell's case. I was off the suspect list, since he had established that I had been at a meeting in Glasgow and Liverpool for the entire week before and including the day she died.
Philip found Lady Bracknell had been involved with two groups, the Black Hand and a Chinese group called the Tong. She seemed to think that since these groups were criminal, they would expect to be cheated. That was not a correct assumption. A large diamond she was to pass on to a third party, she kept as an appropriate price for her services. It had vanished.
Since I was her heir, it was possible the Black Hand or Tong thought I was in possession of the diamond. During a visit to the Athena, I mentioned this to Abdul. As a male I had little interest in jewels, or personal adornment. Two weeks later Abdul mentioned that he believed the misunderstanding about the jewel was resolved. He also gave me two hundred pounds for any inconvenience Billy suffered.
The entire problem vanished when I was getting ready to auction Lady Bracknell's possessions. A large planter for a potted palm broke revealing a valuable stone. My man Roger was preparing for the auction. He found it and gave it to me. Lewis found no record of it having been stolen, and so I gave to Abdul. A week later Abdul gave me five hundred pounds from an unknown source. That had a great impression on whom ever lost the stone. I gave the money to an orphanage.
Lady Bracknell's case remained open but was not active. Scotland Yard considered to be a gang war fatality. I suspected persons of importance were potentially involved, and it was wiser to ignore than investigate.
I had to visit London often, so I was able to visit the Athena Baths regularly. There were many persons of rank who visited the place. While I assumed the popularity was due to the sexual potential of the baths, there was another reason to visit. Since the baths were nude and there were no hidden places, it was impossible to carry a weapon, or pass notes. No one could get close to overhear a conversation without notice. It was ideal place to exchange private communications. Complete secrecy combined with nudity was attractive.
Abdul was Egyptian, and Mustapha was from India so there were ways to contact other persons in parts of the Empire. I discovered that Mustapha could only speak English when his cock was in your ass. I knew Mustapha was Abdul's friend, but the relationship was unclear. They didn't seem to be lovers, but there were physically close.
Mustapha and the Magician often connected. The magician was small and almost delicate. Somehow Mustapha's oversized tool wedged itself into the Magician's hole and whispered conversations ensued. I once noticed that Mustapha's conversation continued even as he shot off without a pausing. I wondered if his orgasm was a physical exclamation point to the conversation.
I noticed Mustapha's sperm drooling from the Magician's ass. I am a neat man, so I went over to the Magician and licked his drooling hole. He appreciated that asked if he could fuck me. I sat in his long thin member. He ejaculated immediately.
A little later I intimately encountered men who mentioned my ass was particularly well lubricated. This included a man we called Deadly Dick. His real name a Johnny Smithson. Johnny was a huge gorilla of a man who was a blacksmith. He worked nearby with a man who shoed horses. Johnny was indeed the son and grandson of a blacksmith. I wondered how a blacksmith was located so near the homes of the wealthy on Regent's Park. The Smithson's were there first and were conveniently near the stables that served the area.
When you saw Johnny, you knew he was a blacksmith. He did not speak much. He visited the shower bath before the visited the steam bath.
I am a gentleman, so lifting a fork and knife while eating provides the most strenuous exercise I experience in a normal day. Johnny was all muscle and bone; all at the end of the day. His nick name came from the monster hanging between his legs.
No one would say I am a man who often likes a challenge. Everyone at the Athena Baths know that I like men and I have a special interest in cocks. If there is such a thing as genital magnetism, I felt it with Johnny. I had seen him and his cock briefly at an earlier visit. I thought it was exceptional, but nothing more. Weeks later I knew I wanted to take his load in my mouth and eventually take it in my ass. It might not fit, but I wanted it.
I also knew nothing about him other than his work as a blacksmith. He was massive and covered in a thick coat of reddish-blond hair. He tended to work late. He was in the steam room at seven in the evening. That was often during a lull at bath, a gap between the afternoon group and the night crowd. I sat next to him.
I rearranged my balls as I sat. He shifted and did the same. I decided to make a subtle overture to him.
"Damn your balls are big," I said.
"I'm a big man," he all but growled.
"If they are full, I could drain them for you," I said.
He smiled. I took that as a yes. I leaned over and took his thick foreskin into my mouth. My tongue found the puckered tip and went hunting for his knob. He moaned when I found it. Seconds later I tasted his cock drool.
"It makes a mess when I shoot," he said.
"Can I eat your seed?" I asked.
"One guy choaked on it," he said.
I continued sucking and his organ reach its full size. It was larger than I thought. When he began to shoot, I managed to swallow it all. That did nothing to diminish his appeal.
He was quiet for a while then said, "That was good. Thank you." He got up and left. I wanted more but was surprised I got as much as I did.
I visited London every few weeks, and I made it a point to visit the baths in the early evenings. I was sitting in the empty steam room one night when Johnny came in. He looked around and then sat next to me.
"It's nice see you," he said.
I smiled and told him I had been hoping to see him again. "I enjoyed our last meeting greatly." I said.
"Men rarely take it all. I thought you might choke," he said.
"It was smooth and tasted good," I said. "Not everyone has seed as tasty as yours."
He laughed. "No one has ever told me that before," he said. "Would you like to do it again, or would you like something different?"
"To be truthful, I would like to do both," I said. "I have a hard-to-reach place up in my behind."
"I've never shoved it all the way in," he whispered.
We moved to the cross shaped room. The hammock was set up in the corner. Mustapha was in the room, and he strapped me in. He knew what we wanted. He coated Johnny's cock in lubricant and then he squirted lubricant into my ass. A second later Mustapha used his cock to push the lubricant deep into me.
"That's real pretty," Johnny said. When Mustapha pulled out, Johnny took the position and nosed his huge knob into my hole. Looking at Johnny you would never guess that he was a delicate and gentle fucker. That was good for me. Once his knob was past my sphincter, I knew he would get it all into me.
The second his pubic hairs touched my annus, he began to shoot. I counted the first few ejaculations and then forgot how to count. I dreamed we were permanently attached. It seemed to go on for minutes. He pulled out slowly. Bunny appeared from nowhere and he shoved his cock into my over stretched hole. Abdul took a turn next, followed by Mustapha. Four men had fucked and seeded me when Johnny's cock returned to my ass. It was lovely. Johnny left after he made a second deposit.
I woke up the next morning in bed with Philip Lewis in bed with me. He was slowly massaging my ass with his cock.
"Keep on doing that until you shoot," I said.
"It's too late for that. I've shot two loads in you already," he said. "I was afraid you had been stretched too much to enjoy a normal cock. You are still tight." He paused, "Have I taken inappropriate liberties with you?" he asked.
"Maybe, but if you shoot anther load in me, I will forgive you," I said. He laughed and two minutes later I felt him seeding me.
I continued to visit the baths and periodically met with Bunny and his friends. I was a safe member of their group, since I didn't who they were professionally. I had no curiosity; I didn't ask questions or listen to conversations. This wasn't because I had no interest in them. My sexual urges dominated my thinking at the Athena Hotel and Baths when I was with a group of naked men.
Since I am entirely interested in sex, whatever secrets they might know are of no interest to me. While I am friendly when contemplating or engaging in sex, that friendship never evolves into deep affection or love. When I am sexually active, I am interested in sex, not anything extraneous to sex.
Bunny told me that my disinterest in his personal life was admirable. We were cordial, the sex was good, and I had no concern about the other men he was intimate with. He enjoyed it when I would suck his cock while another man fucked him. "It's no mess, no bother, only pleasure for me?" he said. "I'm not too partial to the taste of man seed you know?"
"Yours in a particularly fine vintage," I told him. Bunny enjoyed wine.
Deadly Dick, Johnny and I also became friends. Johnny had few social graces but was honest and true. I suspected he never considered an alternative to being direct. He said what he thought. He told me he liked fucking me. He had few friends who would open their behinds for him. he thought they would like it, but they were afraid
Since I had to visit London often, I bought a small home to the rear of the big houses on the park. I decided to have iron grills made so that I wouldn't have to use the shutters to secure the house. I went to Johnny's business to see if they could make ornamental grills.
Johnny was interested, but he had never made a decorative grill. A younger man who worked for him overheard us talking and he brought over a design he made for his own amusement. It was elegant and handsome. Skipper, the young man. was a big, very shy and the drawing pleased me. Skipper was Johnny's apprentice. Johnny wasn't interested until I offered him a hundred and fifty pounds to make them. You have to shoe many horses to earn that amount. The grills were a great success, and soon Johnny had many additional orders. Skipper was a talented designer. If it was metal, Johnny could make it. They made a good team.
I was surprised when Johnny brought Skipper to the baths. Skipper was a big man, but he was half the weight of Johnny. Skipper was uneasy being naked in front of the other men in the bath, but he soon noted admiring glances. He was not a pretty boy. He was a handsome man. Skipper was twenty to twenty-five years old, muscular, and well equipped. He also knew what the admiring glances meant. I doubted his relationship with Johnny was platonic.
We went to the cross shaped room. I went to the hammock like device at the rear and Johnny strapped me in.
"I was thinking you might enjoy Skipper. He's keen on our sort of play, and I thought you could give him some lessons?" Johnny said.
"You are a mind reader!" I said. Skipper was receptive and I was more than willing to give him lessons. I had been with inexperienced men before. My objective was to eventually open his ass for sexual entertainment, I began by opening my ass for him. That established the reason to fuck him later. I knew that most men assume they should reciprocate. They think that is only fair.
Skipper slipped into my ass, and he reacted as most men do. He loved it. Johnny gave him helpful hints as to what I liked. Skipper was a good student and got everything right after two or three strokes. He shot off quickly.
Skipper had a short recovery time. Ten minutes later, he was ready to open his ass for me. Normally I would wait for another day, but I thought Skipper was ready. He got in the hammock. I lubricated him, and then nudged my cock into his ass He was muscular, and his ass was tight. Johnny fed him his cock. Skipper relaxed for a second and my knob popped into the dark side of his sphincter. I found the special spot, and all was well. Skipper was on the way to ass heaven.
After a few minutes, I was getting close and asked, "I am getting close to shooting. Do you want my load?" He nodded.
"I was wondering if you might like Johnny load to the first to christen your ass?" I asked. Skipper nodded again.
I pulled out and Johnny was in Skipper's ass in a split second. I think Johnny ejaculated his way into Skipper. It was a smooth and easy entry. Skipper moaned each time Johnny ejaculated. It was a good night.
I had a double sexual life. I had friends who shared my upper-class background and education. I wasn't from the nobility, but I had money and was respectable. I wasn't the sort of man who rocked the boat. The upper-class men I knew were intelligent and much involved in the affairs of state. The upper most class spent their days at the club, went hunting a few times a year and attended balls. They also went to debutant balls and went to the Mediterranean in the winter. My friends worked.
I also associated with common men. I was coming to believe noble or common men differed only by accident of birth and the advantages which come with that birth. I concluded that not due to deep thought and meditation. I realized if I were to wear a blindfold, and suck several men's privates, I would be unable to tell the social class of the men.
I was a bit surprised that the difference in the diet of nobles and peasants did not alter the taste of their sperm. It didn't effect the seed of a foreigners. Of course, I got along with Abdul, Mustapha and their friends. I had several odd, but enjoyable connections with their associates. The men referred to me as a good sport.
Abdul came to me and told me that Mustapha was having a birthday party. He explained that some of his friends had never had successful relations with an English man. They had turned into rapes. Mustapha had told them he knew an English man of a superior type. His friend could give and take with equal enthusiasm. Mustapha's friends were varied in status, but they were what we English called "good men and true."
I knew I shouldn't go to the party, but I didn't want to insult Abdul or Mustapha. I had a suspicion I and my ass were to be a major attraction. I said I would attend. I still had concerns, but my cock and ass had needs.
The party was on Sunday morning. The Baths closed until six for cleaning on Sundays, so there were no regulars in attendance. I was at my house and went to the baths at nine. Abdul and Mustapha greeted me. Abdul took me aside and told me that if I was overly tired, to let him know. "Some of Mustapha's friends are quite energetic," he explained, adding, "Let me know if they get more than just energetic."
I was surprised to find that I was known to some of them. The first man I met was Babu. He owned a circus and was the strong man. I had seen his posters. Babu was with two other men, Rashid and Ali. Rachid was a wrestler, and Ali was a courier for a jewelry maker. Babu was massive and looked like a fat man until he was naked. There was not an ounce of fat on the man. He had the physique and pelt of a gorilla. Rachid was younger and less hairy than Babu, but I suspected that by the time he was fifty, they would be alike. Ali was much younger and delicate in comparison.
"Mustapha told me that you are an accommodating man," Babu said in an Oxford accent. "My friends and I are friendly and excited. We are big and we scare some men."
"I like big men," I replied. "No one has been too big yet," I said as I fondled his balls. "I make friends easily." As soon as all the men were nude. My concerns about them vanished.
Babu smiled. I dropped to my knees and the games began. Babu was from a wealthy family that had fallen from power in a princely Indian state. He had been in England when his family were killed. The circus had been their only English business, so Babu joined the circus. Rachid had been his bodyguard. Ali was Rachid's nephew.
Fifteen minutes later, I was sucking Rachid's cock as Ali sucked mine, ten minutes later I was swallowing Rachid's load. I had fed Ali. Rachid moved away after his orgasm, and I had a chance take Ali's load. Rarely can you say that an event is totally successful. It was good for me, but it was great for Babu and his friends.
Babu came to me next. He was a gentle giant. He eased his cock into my behind me as Rachid sucked me. When Rachid took my cum, I lost my concentration and Babu went deep. It fit. I briefly relaxed and he filled me. Seconds later my ass molded itself to his cock. The littles jiggles of his tool were incredibly pleasurable. I don't know how long he was in me, but I shot off and Ali feasted on my load.
By then I was completely exhausted and Babu leisurely fucked my relaxed ass. A few minutes later I could enjoy his cock as he shot off. They had attempted this sort of group event before, but it had been unsuccessful. They were overjoyed at the success. I relaxed as Babu's cock shrank to its normal size. That was comfortable for me and for him.
I frolicked with several other men for the next hour and a half. It seemed that the general opinion was that I was a friendly man. Since more than half of the men couldn't speak English, I wasn't positive about that. When the party broke up, I went to a room in the hotel with Babu and Rachid to rest. Ali was with Mustapha.
At nine They returned to the baths, were the usual Sunday night group was relaxing. While most Englishmen tend to be aloof and distant with foreigners it seems that is not true of exceptionally well-endowed foreigners. I knew the Sunday crowed had very stable membership. They were all returning from their county seats to work at a ministry in London. Their wives never knew about the Sunday event.
The men knew each other well enough to know that some had oral interests and others entertained at the rear entrance. Babu and Rachid's huge cocks were a welcome challenge. Apparently Babu and Rachid had productive balls, because they came back to my room two hours later and refreshed the sperm stew in my ass.
My ass relaxed and Babu's slow and easy entry into my ass was pure pleasure. Babu told me he thought I was born to take his cock and seed.