The Smithy 6
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
Meeting new people is hard for me. I am naturally shy and reserved. Oddly, it was easier for me to meet men who are naked. I think the sexual excitement generated by the naked man overcomes my natural reticence. Nudity removed barriers. Ravi was partly erect when he met me. As soon as we chatted for a minute, he was fully erect and oozing cock juices. There was no way for him to hide his feelings.
My cock responded the same way. He knew I was excited and willing. While I am not hugely endowed, I am well above average. Ravi liked that. We embraced. I felt him shiver when our cocks touched. As had happened before, I was pleased Ravi responded to me. I was 18 and I sometimes thought of myself as a boy. I had never thought of myself as an object of desire.
I had seen steel engravings of the sack of Rome by the barbarians and of an orgy at the palace of Caligula. In each the youths cowered and fear. This gathering in the garden of Isaac's house must have met the definition of an orgy, but that wasn't the way it felt. I felt a sense of brotherhood with these men, not fear. I knew they wanted to have sex with me and bury their members deep in my ass. I wanted the same. We would be sharing and mingling our body's juices and our man seed. We would pool our resources to achieve mutual pleasure. It would have been a fantasy comes true, if my fantasies were much more exciting than they were.
I had also come to recognize the difference between naked and nude. I had noticed this with Ralph when I first saw him washing up in the yard. I previously had seen being undressed as an embarrassment. It was a fleeting moment between taking off one set of clothes off and putting on another. Ralph was unashamed of his body. He was comfortable and at ease.
I think Earnest and I were the only ones who were at all uneasy here and that unease vanished as we got to know the guests. The men were unashamed of their bodies and of their desires. Each man had his own interests, but each was willing to accommodate the other men's urges.
As I pondered these things I looked at the other men. Frederick Karl was standing as Ralph sucked his cock. Karl was beautiful and elegant. Ralph was well equipped to play the role of a Viking raider. Frederick Karl shivered a little and changed to a wider stance. I saw Ralph had a finger in Karl's hole and Karl had moved to permit deeper penetration.
Max was clearly interested in Earnest. He was on his knees worshiping the deaf man's cock. Max looked as if he was suckling at his mother's breast. Earnest had his eyes closed and he enjoyed the sensations.
I returned to my embrace with Ravi. Ram came over to us with a bottle of oil. He got behind me, oiled his finger and knelt at my rear as he began to lubricate my ass. I knew he was preparing me for Ravi. He used one finger, then two and three as he opened my hole. With his other hand he coated Ravi's meat. It looked like a rod of black steel.
Ravi pulled back his foreskin exposing his head. The cock head was almost iridescent, pink and lavender. His seed slit almost bisected the tender, but bloated gland. He was so hard it looked as if it hurt, but I knew that wasn't what he was feeling.
Ram pulled me to the ground on top of him. He was a human cushion. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up and spreading them wide to expose my hole for Ravi. Ravi got on his knees and rested his oiled cock at my hole. I was at the perfect height for him.
Ravi was both gentle and forceful. He took his time working the head into my ass, then made several strong thrust to get fully embedded. He had no single technique that would drive single mindedly toward the orgasm; rather he had a repertoire of varied actions. He switched from one to another. As soon as I got accustomed to gentle pluses, he changed to deep thrusts. When I got use to these, he pulled his cock back so only his head was in rubbing my nut.
After a while I gave up trying to anticipate his next movement. I relaxed and let the sensations flow over me, like wave at the ocean. He smiled at me when I relaxed. This was what he wanted. His cock was a faucet that filled pleasure into my receptive body. I could do nothing but feel pleasure.
He pulled me forward off of Ram's body and on to his. Now I was sitting on his cock. I am not a small man, and he couldn't move his hips. I rotated mine and soon was doing a primitive dance on his pole. I wanted to make sure his cock touched every part of my ass. This dance got wild until he began to twitch and shiver. I felt the blast of his man seed into my ass.
I cried out as I felt my seed build up until I couldn't hold back. Max appeared out of nowhere. He fed Ravi his cock and bent over to take my cock into his mouth just in time to take my first volley. It was lovely. When I finished ejaculating, I rolled of Ravi's body.
Isaac was there and he held my legs open so he could lick my ass. My sphincter was stretched and felt sore. I wouldn't say it had been abused, but it certainly had been well used. At first I thought he wanted to caress the sore opening, but that wasn't his only objective. He wanted to open my hole and coax Ravi's man seed from my ass. This shocked me, but oddly I seemed to have involuntarily relaxed my opening and some of the man juices drooled out.
Seth, the rather portly businessman came over. "Let me help you with that," he said to Isaac. Isaac got out of the way and Seth slipped his short, but very thick cock into my ass. He gently thrust it in a few times, and then pulled out. Isaac whet after Seth's cum covered cock with gusto. Isaac licked my ass hole again, and then Seth went in for a second time. I was exhausted and all but fell asleep.
Apparently most of the men had climaxed and there was a lull in the activity. It was a beautiful and warm day. We were on the grass. Some were resting, others chatted quietly. Ralph came over to me and sat. He wore the cock signet ring, like me.
"The Maharajah enjoyed you," he said.
"Ravi's a. . . ?" I blurted out.
Ralph nodded. "He was a close friend of Ram's father. He thought Ram had been killed by his brothers. It was a great surprise when he discovered him with the Earl," Ralph said. "Apparently Ravi and Ram's father were lovers."
"He seems like a good man," I said.
"Ravi believes sex and orgasms are man's connection to god. He's Hindu, so I'm not sure which god, but it connects you to some god," Ralph explained.
"As a Maharajah he can take any one he wants," I remarked.
"That's not the way he sees it," Ralph continued. "He believes sex must be pure. If you do it for personal gain or advancement, it's defiled. If you do it because it's your duty, it's defiled."
"When is it acceptable?"
"It's acceptable when it done purely for pleasure," Ralph said. "He visits here every three or four years. Here sex is pure. Let's swim."
"Swim?"
"Yes, there's a little stream and an old Mill pond on the other side of the garden," he said. I followed him through a brake in the hedge and followed a grassy path to the pond. It was beautiful and the water was refreshing.
Sir Edmund, Ronnie and Frederick Karl joined us. The water was like the sherbet course in a grand dinner. It cleansed the palate so we could enjoy the next course. Eventually everyone came to the pool and took a swim. Isaac had a hammock between two trees. Frederic Karl got in it. It had two straps I hadn't noticed. Isaac tied the straps to his legs. Like the rest of his body, Frederick Karl had a beautiful ass. I was a sweet little rose bud.
"Our fried Frederick Karl has volunteered to be our mid day entertainment," Sir Edmund said as he squirted some lubricant in the man's ass.
We gathered around him and took our turn fucking. Earnest was the first to pop his cock into the waiting ass. The second Earnest's knob was on the dark side of the ass, Frederick Karl got a blissful look on his face. Earnest looked slightly bewildered. He was a boiler stoker who was fucking a beautiful noble man and the noble clearly loved it. Like Lord Cloverton. Frederick Karl needed a cock in his body to be complete.
After a few minutes, Earnest exclaimed, "I'm going to shoot." He started to pull out, but Frederick Karl ordered, "Fill me up!" It was a command, not a request, but Earnest was more than willing to comply. Earnest's entire body convulsed with each ejaculation. He rammed his partner hard as he shot. When he pulled out, Big Jack took his place. Earnest had been gentle. He made love to Frederick Karl. Big Jack was a man rammer. He reminded me of one of my Father's machines, going at full speed.
In spite of the aggressive pounding of Frederick Karl, Big Jack didn't shoot off quickly. I was worried the man in the hammock couldn't take it, but I worried in vain. Karl maintained a blissful look and an impressive erection throughout the session. Finally Big Jack stood still, almost frozen. The only movement was in his ass, which quivered as he pumped his seed. He pulled out and Ram replaced him.
I was to the side so I could see his hole and the little rosebud. The rose bud vanished in a split second when Big Jack rammed him. When Ram's monster head touched it he hesitated and just rested the organ at the opening. Frederick Karl opened his ass in invitation. Ram pushed the head in part way and stopped. The ass muscles quivered and opened again, trying to entice the gland into the dark recesses. Ram pushed in part way several more times, but never beyond the faired edge of the head. Poor Frederick Karl's ass had nothing to grip.
Finally Ram miscalculated and the entire head vanished into the ass. I saw the ass tighten as Karl grabbed it. A second later, Ram's entire organ was in the hole. Frederick Karl almost passes out in pleasure.
The cock is as varied in size and shape as are men, but Frederick Karl showed no favoritism. He liked them all. He didn't get tired and he didn't lose his enthusiasm. I was sixth in line. I thought this was going to be a mechanical procedure, but that wasn't the case. By then his ass was filled with cream and I expected to slip in easily. His ass lips were still firm and I had to push to break into the inner sanctum. He twitched as my knob rubbed his prostate. Frederick Karl shivered in sexual excitement. As I churned the man seed soup in his ass, I felt the same excitement.
After playing with his delicate pink tits, I bent over to kiss him. As I did, Isaac worked his well lubricated member into my hole. This caught me by surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise. I was a bit disoriented at first, but soon the three of us developed an easy rhythm. When Isaac was fully embedded, I felt as if his cock was touching mine and we formed a single organ.
Isaac pulled out suddenly and a larger cock rammed me. It was Ralph. I couldn't hold back any longer. My seed joined the soup in Karl's rectum. As my body twitched with each ejaculation Ralph said, "Damn, that's good."
When I pulled out, Ralph took my place in Frederick's ass. It took only one or two thrust to dump his balls' contents into Frederick Karl. Isaac was last in line. We got Frederick Karl out of the hammock and we went back into the pool.
"That was nice," Sir Edmund said to Ralph. "It's been a while since we did that." Ralph nodded.
"Is that a normal part of your get togethers?" I asked,
"Heavens no," Edmund said. "We only do it for Frederick Karl when he can get here. He was once the Crown Prince's favorite playmate until Bismark discovered the attachment. He was sent into exile to live here with some of his English relatives. Alas none of them could appreciate his skills, except for . . . I won't go into that," Edmund remarked. "He was a very unhappy man when I met him."
"Who introduced you?" I asked.
"No one," Edmund said, "He came to Oxford and became one of my students. He is a gifted and intelligent man. That would not be appreciated in the Crown Prince's circle, but I did appreciate it." Sir Edmund leaned close to me and whispered. "He was afraid of sexual relations with a person not of his rank. That is most limiting to a man of his elevated status. I'm afraid I made a democrat of him, indeed a liberal democrat."
I smiled. "He seems to have overcome that hurdle!"
Edmund nodded. "When he first met your friend Ralph, Frederick Karl climaxed hands free the second Ralph's knob touched Karl's hole," he explained. "It was beautiful."
"Ralph almost did the same to me," I said.
When we got out of the water Ronnie had set out tea. I again thought about the engraving of Caligula's orgy. I wondered if he served tea. I laughed out loud.
"And what is the reason for your merriment?" Seth asked. I told him of my visions. Everyone was amused. Sir Edmund thought it was hilarious.
"You do realize that Oxford is one of the few places in the world where you will find people who know what Caligula served," he said. "I suspect there are a number of men who would like to have been there in person." There was more laughter.
"I always serve tea," Ravi said. "That and a little potion."
"What kind of a potion?" Max asked. He was sitting next to Earnest, fondling the stoker's genitals.
"It is very fast acting, and of short duration, but during the time it works, it renders you insatiable," Ravi said. "My father used it on my mother when I was conceived. Ram's father always claimed it had become a part of me. My appetites are hard to satisfy."
"Do you think Caligula took the potion?" Isaac asked.
"I rather doubt it," Ravi explained. "It tends to make you want to give and take pleasure in equal amounts. I should not have mentioned it, since I don't have any with me. Perhaps the next time I visit I will bring some with me. The sun was beginning to set and it was getting cold. We returned to the house, got dressed and left.
Sir Edmund and Isaac left on expedition after the party, and life quieted down. I became much involved in my studies. Much to my surprise my father's scientific interests became more pronounced in me. I found hydraulics to be fascinating. That could hardly be a less stylish course of study possible at Oxford at that time. I continued to see Tristan and Ovid, but we grew apart. Their interests and mine diverged.
I was surprised when one of my professors submitted one of my papers to a scientific organization, and it was accepted for presentation at the annual meeting in London. I wrote my father and told him of the honor. He arranged to attend the Royal Association of Engineers meeting as a guest. My paper related to calculating the speed and pressure of water passing through constricted spaces, i.e. pipes. I thought the subject was dry and technical, but the Royal Association received it warmly. When they accepted the paper, they hadn't realized I was Sir Robert Fairbairn's son. My father was much admired
I was surprised to see Frederick Karl and Max in the audience. They came up to me afterwards and I introduced them to my Father and invited me to visit them while I was in London. My father had to return to his would the next morning, so they asked me to lunch after I took my father to the train station.
Frederick Karl lived in an elegant house in Belgravia. It was furnished in the most modern style and I almost expected to find William Morris himself there. Indeed, the house was decorated by Mr. Morris. It was very elegant indeed. It was a small luncheon, but the other guests included his sister and her husband, and several friends from Oxford. It was presented as the guest of honor and much to my surprise, no one seemed to think my scientific interests were anything other than admirable.
He provided a carriage to take me back to my hotel. The driver was a man named Cecil. When he opened the door for me I saw he had a cock signet ring. I made sure he noticed mine. He winked at me. "Are you in a rush sir?" he asked.
""I am free for the rest of the day," I replied.
"I was going to pay a visit to a friend in Chelsea," Cecil said. "Would you like to join me?"
"Would your friend enjoy meeting me?"
Clive smiled. "I wouldn't worry about that at all. He's a good man."
I agreed and we traveled across the city to Chelsea. It was a long trip. London is a large city and came to appreciate its vastness. We stopped at a new house and Clive rang the bell. "Mr. Sargent please," h said. The servant let us in the house. It was richly decorated and filled with paintings. I looked at the beautiful works. All were painted by John Singer Sargent. We were in his house.
A handsome, bearded man came to greet us. "Clive, you brought a friend," Mr. Sargent said. He was obviously pleased to see me.
"This is Robert Fairbairn. He an Oxford man," Clive said. "He's in town presenting a paper to the Royal Association of Engineers."
Mr. Sargent looked me over and saw the cock signet. He moved his hand and showed me his ring. "Pleased to meet a man who has reached such heights at a tender age. You are to be congratulated," he said. "Let's go to my studio where we can chat." We followed him to the attic of the house where we found a huge, brilliantly lighted studio.
There were three men in the studio. One was his servant, Nicola, and a Negro man named Pierre. They were nude and had evidently been modeling for the artist. The third man was an ample gentleman with an extravagant beard. He was apparently an artist as he was sketching the two men.
"Freddy this is a budding young man of science Robert Fairbairn. You know Cedric Mills, I believe? " Sargent said in introduction. Freddy smiled and nodded toward Cecil. "Robert this is Sir Frederic Leighton."
We politely exchanged greetings. Sir Frederic wore the ring too. All was as conventional as it could be except for the two nude models. "Is this all of our guests?" Sargent asked.
"As far as I know," Cecil replied. "Frederick Karl is occupied for the afternoon." He began to undress. Sargent wore a brocaded coat in scarlet and gold. It looked like the robe of a Renaissance Prince. He opened it with a flourish and threw it on a chair. He was nude too. Leighton was wearing an artist's smock. When he removed that, he was naked too. The models had been standing perfectly still until Leighton disrobed. He had been sketching through the introductions.
They now joined us. Curiously their genitals had been perfectly relaxed when the posed. When they stood to join us, they were firming up. A short while later they were erect. Everyone was hard except for me. I was a bit nervous. Sargent immediately bent over to solve that problem. He swallowed my entire cock, and then sucked it until I was fully engaged. I thought he would pull back when I was erect, since I'm big and it's hard to take it all. He had no problem at all.
Pierre came over to us and shoved his cock into Sargent's ass. Sargent shivered when that happened, but immediately resumed sucking me with greater gusto. Cecil was sucking Leighton. Nicola came over to me. "Just stay still. I'm going to lubricate your hole," he said in a strong Italian accent. It was going to be a good afternoon.