The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson 4 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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I was shocked to have the policeman's organ in me. I think it is a mark of my near total lack of knowledge of sexual matters. It seemed impossible that a man of such elevated status and position might share my sexual interests. To be perfectly clear, not only did he share my interests, he was openly enthusiastic and seemed quite skilled. This was not his first visit to a man's ass.
I felt both the physical stimulation I expected, but also extra excitement due to his status. This excitement soon faded as the pure pleasure of the coupling took control. Some men treated sex as a mechanical act. I am not a foolish man, and I knew sex necessarily involves some emotional connection, but often men suppress that and treat sexual pleasure as merely a requirement to achieve an orgasm.
I knew most animals do not feel any connection with their partner. Sexual pleasure is simply a lure to impregnate their partner and allow the continuation of the species. I know that in some species the females feel no attachment to their young and indeed think of them as a food source.
Sexual pleasure is a lure for many men, but in our own society, some think of it as a weakness. The propagation of the species is the true objective, and sexual pleasure is a by-product. From my own experiences, I suspect that it is impossible to suppress the importance of the pleasurable aspects of sex.
It is also all but impossible to suppress the natural tenancies to feel an attachment to a sexual partner. This tendency increases with the repetition of sexual acts.
I am an appreciative and willing partner. Sir Alfred soon recognized that and this seemed to increase his enthusiastic sexual nature. He seemed to have considerable sexual stamina, and was not in a hurry to achieve an orgasm. This was a surprise given his vigorous approach. I moaned.
"You are a responsive man. That is good!" he said as he gave me several hard thrusts. "If I told you that you might be exhausted by the time I'm done with you, would you be shocked?"
"I think I might be pleased," I replied.
"Bully!" he exclaimed. "I also plan to leave the entire contents of my balls deep in your rectum. Some men don't like that, but I must insist!"
"That isn't a problem either," I said. He smiled and continued his pounding. I squeezed my buttocks to increase the pressure on his cock. Perhaps ten minutes later, I told him I was going to shoot. As I ejaculated, he let loose. I felt his manly juices flooding my ass. Some men pull out quickly, but Alfred left his organ in me until it was fully drained. I continued to squeeze my buttocks to milk the last drops of semen from his cock. Alfred appreciated that.
"Do you come here often?" he asked.
"No, a friend just introduced me to the baths a week or two ago," I said. "It is enjoyable."
"I am not too rough for you?" he asked. He finally pulled his cock from my ass.
"Not at all; it was stimulating and enjoyable," I replied. He leaned over and began to lick up the splattered sperm on my gut.
"I like it when it is thick and creamy," he said. "This is my regular day to visit the baths. My schedule is complicated and I don't always make it. I hope we meet again." We went to the shower baths and left.
The next day Alexander and Augustus came by to see me. Alistair was to observe, but he came late.
"I was thinking about this study," Augustus said. "On deeper contemplation I realized that I don't mind being observed. "I am not ashamed of my body or of my sexual inclinations. Being watched is slightly titillating."
"An older professor excites you?" Alexander asked.
"Excites isn't the right word," Augustus said. The doorbell rang and it was Dr. MacDougall. We retied to my bedroom and had a good time. I realized that my experiences with Roddy, Edgar and Alfred had been more intense. I also noticed that Alexander was tending to favor Augustus more than me.
Augustus was younger and more attractive than I was. I was a little surprised, but not offended or disturbed. Alexander I were friends, but it would never be more than that. Nature would take its course regardless of my desires. After an hour, they left and Alistair emerged from behind the screen.
"Am I right in thinking this was not as intense as your relations with Roddy?" he asked.
"These men are old friends and we are used to each other," I said. "We are comfortable."
"Alexander and Augustus are more attractive than Roddy," he observed.
"They are fine gentlemen, but Roddy seems to attract me more. Roddy is more masculine than they are," I said. "I wonder if what counts as attractive in a society gentleman is what our ancestors would have regarded as handsome."
Alistair smiled. "I wonder if the fragile and pale beauty of women so admired by many artists today would be considered beautiful a century ago?" he observed. "Augustus is almost beautiful."
"He is, but he is both lusty and sexually generous. He is no shrinking violet," I said. "Men are attracted to him because he is handsome. They stay with him because he is so willing to share and accommodate."
"Angus. I have another man I would like for you to meet," Alistair said. "He is most interested, but not knowledgeable. I told him about my study and he is interested. He is a good looking man, but I don't think he had had an experience with a man who is his equal intellectually."
"Is he interested in the sex or the study?" I asked.
"He is a medical student with great promise. He says the study intrigues him," Alistair said. "He is from is straight laced, Presbyterian background. I suspect he is interested in the sexual experience and the scientific aspect makes it more palatable to him. He is an athlete and is involved in a wrestling club. He is used to the male body in a non-medical sense. He had a characteristic that might bother you, but is helpful from my point of view."
"What is that?"
"He tends to talk continuously. He seems to describe whatever he is doing as he does it." Alistair said. "That is most helpful in the operating room and in the laboratories with students. He assists me in experiments and is most helpful."
I laughed. "That could be a problem in a sexual situation!" I said.
"It could be a problem, but it would be helpful to me," Alistair said. "Most men are too embarrassed to talk of sexual matters. He is not."
Two day later Alistair and his student, Robert Lewis Stevens, were at my door. Robert told me he shared a family name, and it was not a tribute to the great novelist. Robert did indeed talk continuously.
"Robert, I am glad you are willing to help Dr. MacDougall with this study. I understand your interests are largely scientific. I would not want to mislead you. While I have some interest in the scientific aspects of the study, I am much more interested in the sensual and sexual aspect," I said. "These aspects do not allow the detachment one expect in a scientific experiment. Does that bother or offend you?"
"No, I am quite prepared for that," Robert said. "To be completely honest, the sensual and sexual aspect excite me. I am not experienced and this is a part of my life I have neglected. I will say that what I have done has been pleasurable in the extreme. I would like to be more experienced, much more experienced."
"We are strangers now. You are aware that we will some be engaged in exceeding intimate behavior. It involves you most private part and most intimate thoughts. You may be uncomfortable," I said.
"I confess I am uncomfortable and nervous now," Robert said. "I was hoping that the pleasurable aspects sex will overwhelm those emotions."
"That has been my experience. Some quite improbable activities can be intensely pleasurable," I said. "Much of that is dependent on you allowing yourself to feel pleasure. You must let go of many of your conventional attitudes and expectations. I know some think that sexual activities between men is immoral. I am quite convinced that is not the case. I am guided but the great commandment, "do unto others as you would have them do unto you." Two men sharing pleasure cannot be bad or evil."
"I would like to think that way," Robert said. We then went to my bedroom. Like Robert, I was uncomfortable and nervous. I hoped lust would take charge and banish those emotions. Robert was clearly a pleasant and intelligent man, but there was no way to know how he would react to nudity followed by sex. Alistair had vanished behind the screen.
Robert stripped quickly and stood naked before me. He was a little shorter than I am, but much more muscular. He had the body of a Greek wrestler. Unlike the Greeks, his genitals were larger than average and his cock was already semi-hard.
"Dr. MacDougall said you were a handsome man," Robert said. "He said your parts were manly too. Large organs seem to excite me. I see your parts are still in the wrapper. I was circumcised as a child. The skin was too tight. Some of the boys in the wrestling club though I was Jewish."
I went over to him, dropped to my knees and started sucking. I had a strange feeling that I was sucking the unease out of him. After a minute, he was fully erect and all was well. I had never sucked a circumcised man before and it was strange to be working on his cock head from the start. It was quite tender and soon his man juices began to ooze from his slit.
"This is wonderful," he moaned. "That's it, do it again!" I had just taken his entire cock down my throat. It was long and thick, but not too fat and I could breathe. When I pulled back, I suctioned some of his sweet juices from the excited organ. He moaned.
"I am very close!" he cried. "Pull off before shoot!"
"I like the cream!" I said.
Damn!" he cried. His cock twitched, but only once. We were both still and I made no movement. Robert was excited, but he had remarkable control. That became more evident as the session went on. He seemed to have both intense feelings of pleasure and considerable control over his cock and orgasms.
When he calmed down, Robert asked if he had to suck me. I told him that sex was always voluntary and I never wanted anyone to do thing he disliked.
"I don't think that is the way most men think," Robert observed. He reached out, played with my balls, and then stroked my cock. That was apparently a success. He dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. Robert held my cock as he eased it into his open mouth. Only when it was in did he close his mouth on the shaft. He massaged the underside of the shaft with his tongue.
I realized he was trying to suck without coming in contact with my cock head and my slit. He was unsure about the fluids that drip from a cock. I could sympathize with him. When I was young, there was no one for me to talk with about sex. Old wives tales about masturbation causing blindness and the dangers of sex were everywhere.
I had used the trial and error method. Looking back, the errors were the most enjoyable parts of the experience. I accidentally tasted precum and discovered it was not urine. The same sort of experience was my introduction to sperm. For me, these juices had aphrodisiacal properties.
Robert slipped up and had a taste of my cock juice. He transferred his attention from my shaft to my knob and became quite enthusiastic. He clearly found my cock to be inspirational.
"I have never sucked a cock before," Robert said, "That wasn't what I expected at all."
"Are you shocked?" I asked."
"I am excited and pleased," he replied. "I knew I felt pleasure when I was being sucked. I did not realize the sucker felt pleasure too. The men who had sucked me seemed to have been reluctant."
"Did the service you more than once?" I asked.
"Several have done it many times." Robert said.
"They were just acting the way they thought a man should act. Some men do not want to admit they enjoy man sex," I said. "I assume they made no effort to avoid you? Did any of them take your load?"
"They did," Robert said. "They said they didn't want to make a mess."
"A handkerchief or a small towel could have easily solved that problem,' I said.
"Am I a gullible man?" Robert asked.
"I think you look for conventional and innocent explanations for sexual situations," I said. "Your friends enjoy you sexually. Let me assure you that sucking you cock and taking your semen is not just an accidental and casual occurrence. They know you enjoy it and I am sure they enjoy it just as much." I returned to sucking his cock. Our conversation had not reduced the flow of his manly juices.
"Can you pull off?" he asked. "I'm going to shoot!"
I pulled off. His cock was hard as steel and his the juices drooled from his wide slit. I looked at it. I rose, straddled his tool and sat on the bloated organ. I was sure his juices were adequate to lubricate the entry. He moaned as it slid into my rectum.
"Oh God, that's good!" he cried. His cock felt larger in my ass than it looked. I squeezed my ass to massage it.
"Do that again, please!" he begged. I obliged him. He moaned more and I felt him squirting in my ass. I sat up so that only his cock head remained in me and then sat back. He had a long cock and that gave Alistair a good look of the sexual act. Robert continued to twitch as he ejaculated into me.
Not only did Robert enjoy it, he did not lose his erection after the orgasm. I continued to massage it rubbing it against my prostate. I sat there wiggling my ass on his love pole as he glowed with pleasure.
"I can't believe this is so good. I didn't know anything could feel this good!" he exclaimed. "It's like nothing I have experienced. Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all and once you climaxed in me, your love juices made it smooth as silk!" I said.
"I'm afraid they were lust juices, or perhaps passions products, not love juices. I am glad it feels good to you. I was afraid I was the only one," he said. "What are you feeling? I feel your warm ass wrapped around my tool. You are massaging it. The feelings are quite exquisite."
"You cock applies pressure to my internal sex organs and glands. When they rub together, the feelings are indeed exquisite. You are thick and there is barely room for your cock and your ejaculate," I explained. "Your sperm seems to add to the pleasure, but I don't know if that is a physical or mental reaction on my part."
"I seemed to think of semen as a mess that needs to be cleaned up!" Robert said.
"You have filled a part of me with your most private part, and you have injected your man seed into me. It is beautiful and exciting."
"I'm not sure I could ever take yours," he said.
I fluffed up the hair on his chest and then played with his tits. When I gently pinched them, his cock reacted. His semi- relaxed cock refilled. He had been relaxed, and he began trust his hips. He was ready for a second round. I rolled on my back so he would have more control.
I had massaged his cock to an orgasm the first time. This time he fucked. He was not a mad man like some, but he was aggressive and driven. He did not last long and soon I felt his semen tickling my ass. One can never be sure, but it seemed that his second orgasm was as forceful as the first.
He was spent and he left shortly afterwards. As he left, Alistair emerged from behind the screen. "You didn't climax, was this an unsuccessful interlude?" he asked.
"Not at all, Robert was an exciting partner. His enjoyment was enough for both of us," I said. "He was uncomfortable when he arrived here. If we meet again, I suspect he will be more open to the sexual possibilities. He is a most masculine man. I think he is uneasy about his tastes. He assumed he was immune from the taste for man sex. That is not the case at all. He is not a fop or a dandy."
"I think he saw you as a like spirit. You do not evoke Oscar Wilde in your mannerisms." Alistair said.
"Since you have watched me in deeply intimate situations, might I ask if you have been able to maintain scientific detachment as you observed us?" I asked.
"To some extent, I have been able to be detached," he replied. "I did find my emotions intensify in some situations. I am beginning to suspect that remaining detached in sexual situations is not an intellectual matter. I have been a great proponent of mind over our most brutish tendencies. I may be wrong."
"Might it be that you have mischaracterized sex as a brutish activity? It is a creative and joy giving activity.
That is the way I see it. Is sharing pleasure between two human beings such a problem?" I asked. Alistair changed the subject. We talked a little longer and he left.
He had been gone for ten minutes or so, when someone knocked on my door. It was Robert. I invited him in. "I don't think I expressed myself well. I had no idea any of these feelings I experienced existed, not to mention they approached the intensity I felt. I was almost dizzy when I left. I felt ecstasy for the first time. I thought it was a myth," he said. "I thought it would be obscene. The very thought was exciting but frightening too. When your mouth caressed my organ, it was beautiful. I knew my member drooled when I was excited. I was sure you would have been appalled. You were do tender and loving."
"I am glad I pleased you," I said. "You know that I enjoyed it as much as you?" he nodded. "Why don't we return to my bedroom and talk there?" I asked. "I know you had two orgasms, but I suspect you still have needs."
"I was afraid your hole might be sore," he said.
"I would not mind a little soreness with you," I said.