The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson 5 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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Robert was a happier man now that he found a companion who could talk with who understood his situation. I could both understand and provide a sexual outlet for his considerable needs. He had a demanding schedule at school, so it was difficult for him to get away often.
Alistair admired him greatly. His need to talk continuously could be annoying, but for Alistair it was useful. Robert could put in words what others just thought. In a social situation, he seemed to babble, but in the operating room, he explained the procedure and possible problems and complications in a clear and direct way.
When describing his relations with me, he could openly express what most men only felt. "I knew that penetrating an anus and sphincter was a problem, since the penis is pushing in the opposite direction than his normal. The anus is quite small and a simple visual inspection would seems to indicate that penetration would be impossible without damaging the tender muscles in this area."
"That is not necessarily true if one is careful and considerate. Angus is a willing and excited partner. That adds considerably to my pleasure. Lubricant helps, but when I become excited I produce copious genital fluids. When my cock head touches his hole, my excitement grows and they seem to flow freely. I can use it to ease my entry," he said. Robert tended to use a clinically detached voice, suitable for a lecture. This was in marked contrast to his excited sexual state.
"Angus does not resist my entry but the sphincter is tight. It is designed for exit, not entry and I assume it is a natural reaction. If I make a forceful push I can gain entry." As he said that, he made a strong thrust. His knob popped through and was on the dark side of the sphincter. "I am in now and I can feel Angus relax. My cock head is just beyond the sphincter and it has firmly gripped it. That is pleasurable for me. I am now going to push deeper. My oozing genital fluids ease the way. There are no muscles here so he has no way to stop my penetration."
"His moans indicate that my penis has made contact with his prostate. The prostate seems to generate very intense feelings of pleasure for him. I notice that he has relaxed and there is no trace of any effort to restrain my cock free movement," Robert said.
"The warm tightness of his ass and the firm grip of his sphincter give me pleasure. One might think that the sphincter is masturbating my penis. That may be the case, but the sensations are much greater and more intense. I do not know if that is due to his sphincter's grip, or his obvious excitement. My penis seems to sense that," he continued. "I most note that my own excitement is increasing greatly. It seems to be enlarging slightly and becoming tenderer. This may be a non-scientific comment, but my penis had been a scientific probe. It now feels as if I am cocking a loaded pistol. This is an improper comparison; since I would need to pull the trigger, and I know my penis has its own triggering mechanism. The urges to climax are growing greatly. I would like to delay the actual orgasm to extend the pleasurable period, but I know that will be difficult. Even my smallest movements create very intense pleasurable sensations!" He described the entire sexual event, but I that point I stopped listening. The pleasure was too intense for me to waste my time listening to his description of the feelings.
I seems to me that when one is fully engaged in sex, little else matters. I didn't care what he was saying or that Alistair was watching. I suspect that anything short of a fire or a physical attack would impinge on my consciousness. There were no worries or concerns except for achieving an orgasm and sexual satisfaction.
When Robert and Alistair left, worries returned. Until recently, sexual contacts were often well spaced with two weeks or a month between interludes. The pace had picked up dramatically. Once I lived on my own, I was always available and quite willing, but sexual connections were rare. My willingness was unchanged, but the availability of willing partners had increased.
I was also connecting with persons of different social status. I had heard of men connecting with women of lower status. In aristocrats, they were lower status women whose fathers had vast wealth. These men were the subject of derision. Curiously, it was more acceptable consort with whores and prostitutes, than it was to marry a lower status woman without wealth.
I was a minor aristocrat who had connected with working men. There was considerable sexual activity in all male boarding schools, but this was with men of the same social level. While no one spoke of this openly, it was expected and considered to be part of the normal experience of adolescent, upper class boys.
I am not a libertine, but a casual observer might that I was. I was involved with a scientific study. One night I was pondering my situation and I came to the conclusion that sex done for pleasure and sex undertaken to further science was the same. It was just sex.
I was not looking for sex; it found me. This was a comforting thought to man of Presbyterian sensibilities. My trips to the Turkish baths disturbed this fantasy. These trips revealed that I did indeed seek out sex. It was a bath and was both relaxing and clean. However, most men accomplish cleanliness with fewer orgasms than I did.
While I was engaging in more sex, I also seem perfectly satisfied with the situation. I was looking forward to additional encounters with Robert, Edgar and Roddy. I would not reject any possible connection with them. Indeed, I wanted more.
I considered avoiding the baths and firmly resolved to do that. That resolve vanished Sunday morning when the prospect of seeing Sir Alfred again made me reconsider. Sunday was Sir Alfred's preferred day. It was a damp and cold day, but I set off for the baths. It was warm and comfortable inside as always. Omar greeted me in the steam room. He was partially erect. I could feel sex in the air.
I had been there for a half hour and was talking with George, my Armenian friend when Sir Alfred came over to us. "Are you busy or is there room for a third?" he asked. When I said we were talking, I was on my back on a bench and George was fucking slowly fucking me as we talked.
"Only a fool would avoid the company of another friend," George said. "Join us!"
"I was rather afraid I might have offended you when we last met. I took him away from you. I see you are enjoying him now," Alfred said. "Angus is an attractive and accommodating man. He looks relaxed."
"We have been playing for twenty minutes of so, it is good," George replied as he made a hard thrust. "Angus commented on my thick organ, but that had no impact on his ability to take it. He had a firm grip. I assume you noted that last week. Would like to take my place?"
"Not now, I would like you to be fully satisfied before you stop," Alfred said. "Twenty minutes is a long time. You have good control of your tool. You look cool and collected. Would it bother you if I told you I would like to watch you climax and then use your man seed to lubricate my own cock as I enjoy Angus?"
"It often shoot a big load. It can be quite messy," George said.
"That would just make it more exciting," Sir Alfred said. George increased the pace of his thrusts and climaxed a few minutes later. He pulled out and Sir Alfred slid into my ass. George was thick and had stretched my ass. My ass closed on Alfred's organ and I felt relief. His organ was not as thick but much longer than George's was and it went much deeper.
It was easy and smooth. I knew he was pushing George's semen deep into me. It was oddly warm and comfortable. I could feel Alfred's large cock head as it plowed into me.
"Oh yes, this is lovely," Alfred murmured. "George's sperm has done everything I hoped it would."
"Angus, to be frank, you don't excite me as much as some other men do, but your ass is so enjoyable," he said. "Usually I feel an overwhelmingly intense need to shoot off. I am comfortable with you; I just want to enjoy the sensations. I hope that doesn't offend you?"
"I am not looking for love," I said. "Pleasure is its own reward." He smiled. Omar came over to us and had a pleasant conversation with Sir Alfred. He straddled my face and fed me his cock as they talked. His cock had a downward droop, rather than an upward turn. The conversation was casual, but his sex juices told another story.
I was surprised when he filled my mouth with his man seed and even more surprised when Alfred flooded my ass with his cream. Omar bent over to lick my cock. The second his tongue touched my cock I fed him my sperm. We broke apart. Alfred kissed Omar.
Sir Alfred and Robert were both enthusiastic sexual partners, but they were enthusiastic in different ways. Robert was careful and passionate although it was easier to tell that if you were sucking his cock and tasting his genital drool. He tended to express himself in precum.
Having sex with Sir Alfred was like experiencing a reenactment of the charge of the Light Brigade. It was bold and forceful, but unlike the charge, it was also carefully planned and executed. It wasn't crude or slap-dash, but it certainly was not delicate either.
I must confess that the subtleties and variety of sexual experiences was unexpected. I had been thinking of sex as several discrete activities such as sucking or fucking. The size of the organs involved and the attractiveness of one's sexual partner played a role in the intensity of the experience. While both a large cock and small cock were pleasurable, the sensations were quite different.
I fell asleep on the bench in the small shower area next to the steam room after Omar and Alfred left. I had a good dream and when I woke, an older man was looking at me.
"You are a handsome man," he said in an Irish accent. He looked like the illustration of the spirt of Christmas Present in Dickens' novel with a bushy beard an impressive body. He seemed out-of-focus. I was afraid I had spent too much time in the steam room. I blinked my eyes and he remained fuzzy. He came closer. His body was covered in curly, reddish-white hair from head to toe.
"Do you have any objection to sharing pleasure with a perfect stranger?" he asked. His voice was deep and almost hypnotic. "I watched you with those other men. I had never seen anything like it."
"You were shocked?"
"It was too beautiful and exciting to be shocked," he replied. "I didn't know men could so openly enjoy the gifts God gave them. You were giving them as much pleasure and they were giving you. I have been in a few arses, but never seen my playmates enjoy it the way you did. It was a joy to watch. My name is Fergus, by the way." I was on my back on the bench; his privates were dangling in front of me. His fur covered ball sack hung low, stretched by the weight of his balls.
"I am Angus," I said. "I never have sex with strangers, but since I know your name now, we aren't strangers anymore."
Fergus smiled and went to the end of the bench. He lifted my legs and sat with my legs on his shoulders.
"Would it bother you if I took a close look at your hole?" he asked. "It has always been dark before." He lifted my legs higher and spread them. "It is quite small. It is hard to believe that impressive gentleman's organ was in there. I would never had guessed it fit. There is a little milky fluid at the rose bud. Is that his sperm?"
"I think so. It was either his or George's cream," I said.
"I hope you don't think I am a pervert, but that excites me," Fergus said. He touched my hole and I shivered a little. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No, I was just surprised," I replied. He gently worked his finger into my ass.
"I have always used spit as lube. Clearly semen is much superior," he said. Fergus stood and positioned his cock at my hole. "I have always been rushed when I was in this position before. I can take my time here," he said as he began gently pushing. "It seems like a true luxury. You relax and let me in when you feel like it."
I was not sure I would like it, but my natural inclinations took charge and I opened up after a few gentle pushes. It slid in easily. Fergus had a thick member, but it seemed to taper toward the base. It was comfortable once he was fully lodged in me. His organ was not particularly long, but the thickest part of his tool coincided with the location of my prostate. I tightly clamped my sphincter on his cock and tried to hold it in place. Since I was filled with George and Alfred's semen, that was not possible, but my sphincter massaged his tool as it rubbed my prostate.
Fergus moaned in pleasure quietly and soon had an impressive orgasm. I could feel him deposit the contents of his balls in my ass. There was a slight tickling sensation with each squirt of his tool. He had perhaps twelve major ejaculations followed by many smaller ones. I assumed he must have stored a week's supply of semen in his balls. I later found his balls were most productive.
He pulled out and sat again, keeping my legs on his shoulders. "There is no sign of ill-usage," he said as he examined my hole again. "Your hole is small and I would never have guessed it had been stretched. Only the pucker is juicy." He pushed my legs back. "There it is, my man seed is leaking out." A second later, I felt his tongue at my ass. He wanted to taste his sperm.
We broke up, but we exchanged cards in the street outside the bath. As I walked home, I felt exhilarated by my experiences at the bath. Logically I should have felt tired or worn out, but that was not the case. I looked at his card at home. His name was Fergus O'Bannon, and he was the President of the Shamrock Mines. I knew nothing about the company.
The next morning I received a note thanking me for making him feel so welcome and asking if he might call upon me. I sent him a note saying that I had enjoyed meeting him and I would enjoy seeing him again.
I received an invitation to dinner at his hotel the next day, which I accepted. He was staying at the Prince of Wales Hotel that was both modern and luxurious. The dining room was impressive and the food superb. The waiter seemed exceptionally attentive to him. Fergus had been in warm areas such as California and the Cape Province and he enjoyed Edinburg's cool temperatures. He was a big man and keeping cool would be a challenge. He had no desire to return to Ireland of which had no fond memories. H was in Edinburg for the climate, a most rare occurrence!
We were in a public dining room, so we could not talk about our true interests. He did ask if I had enjoyed our meeting the day before. I said it had been most enjoyable. I asked if he would like to call on me the next afternoon. "I am a bachelor and have only a part time servant. I cannot equal your splendid hospitality," I explained. He assured me that would not be a problem.
Fergus came to my lodging promptly at 2:00. It was a beautiful day and light flooded my parlor. In the distance, you could see Arthur's Seat, the volcanic outcropping behind Holyrood Palace. He admired the view and we had tea.
"I hope you have not found me overly forward in my relations. I do not normally have carnal relations with a man of your status before I get to know him. Those relations were so successful for me, I have feared that you did not share those feelings," he said. "I watched you with the other men so I assumed you were a man of the world. I realized that being open-minded and taking the cock of a stranger are not the same thing."
"I was surprised, but not offended," I said. "Recently I have come to believe my sexual appetites are greater than most men's are. Indeed, I might be classified as a glutton for sexual stimulation. This is a new aspect of my life. Until a month ago, I had only limited relations. I have met several men who stimulate me greatly. I must admit you are the most recent addition to that group."
"I am unmarried, but I have enjoyed sex, mostly with other men. In mining areas the women are often overused," Fergus said. "My connection with you was of a different order of magnitude from the others. Had I discovered you forty years ago, I might have spent my life in continuous fornication."
"Watching me with the other men excited you?"
"I am not a voyeur, but it did excite me. My relations with men have been in dark rooms and secluded places. I have obviously kept all such connections secret," he said. "To see it being done openly was a shock, to see you obviously enjoying it was a greater shock. Most of the men I connect with feign indifference. I say feign because they almost always come back for more."
I smiled. "I did notice that your cock is not the sort of organ that could slip in an ass without being noticed!" I said. Fergus laughed.
"I am a big man and I can force it in anywhere I wish. That, however, does not give me any pleasure," he said. "I like a willing partner."
"I may be too willing," I remarked.
"With my other friends there is always a feeling that we are doing is dirty, immoral or illegal. I did not get that feeling from you at all. You didn't just tolerate my cock; you welcomed it into your body," he said.
"I welcomed the other gentlemen too."
"That just made it better for me. I am a wealthy man. Some men pretend to enjoy it," he said.
"Your organ is huge, Are you that wealthy?" I asked.
Fergus looked me in the eye and said, "Yes, I am." We talked longer and I told him about my scientific study with Alistair. He was interested in that. He was curious about sex, but like most men, he knew nothing about it.
Someone knocked on the door. I opened it and it was Roddy and Bert. Roddy saw Fergus in the room and said they had just dropped by to say hello. I introduced them to Fergus. Fergus cast an admiring eye on the two brawny men.