Plato's Lodge 2
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.
Rodney returned with his friend Angus and they greeted Mr. Smith warmly. We talked some more and the tense atmosphere relaxed. Mr. Smith was still nervous, but not as nervous as he was when he arrived. Rodney said he felt like relaxing in his room and asked if I would like to join them. Mr. Smith looked relieved. I think he wanted someone as inexperienced as he with him. I agreed.
Angus was hearty and outgoing. With a bushy red beard, he looked every inch the Scottish Highlander. We went to the room and stripped. The lighting was dim, so you didn't feel that exposed. Angus was the first man naked. Curly red hair covered his body and he was already fully erect.
"I tend to be an enthusiastic man," Angus exclaimed.
"You sure have enough red hair," Mr. Smith murmured.
"My mother said they should have named me after Esau. You know, Jacob was smooth man and Esau was a hairy man from the bible?"
Mr. Smith averted his eyes. "You can look at me friend," Angus said. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of, and there is nothing shameful about looking at another man's body. I see you have a long one."
Mr. Smith looked up timidly. Rodney came over to him a put his arms around his shoulders. "You are among friends and fellow travelers. We are seeking the same things; we can only find them together." With one arm around Mr. Smith's shoulders, Rodney cupped his balls with the other.
"We are sharing our bodies, using them to find pleasure and happiness. Nothing that we do is shameful or degrading. Unfortunately, we live in a culture that finds anything natural offensive and assumes if it is pleasurable it must be evil," Rodney continued. "Isn't it peculiar that our God created us in his image but made our naked bodies so degraded? Either God made a terrible mistake, or our image of this is wrong. Why would God create us and make it sinful to enjoy our bodies?"
"All our fellow creatures in the animal kingdom are handsome, proud and naked. Why are we the sole exception?" Rodney concluded. Rodney sank to his knees and swallowed Mr. Smith's semi-erect cock. Smith jumped as if he received and electric shock, but Rodney's lips firmly enveloped his member. Even in the dim light, I could see his tongue was rubbing the underside of Smith's shaft. Smith moaned. All was well.
"I'm going to shoot off!" he cried. Rodney released his grip on Smith's cock and stood.
"That is what we are after, but I'd like to delay it for a while," he said. "The longer you can stay excited before the orgasm, the more pleasurable. For some men the orgasm is the end of the excitement. Truthfully speaking, I am not one of those. I can have multiple orgasms during a night. Eventually we will learn how your body reacts."
Angus came over to me and sucked my excited member. My balls tend to hang low, and they were cushioned on his bushy beard. This was oddly stimulating.
"Do I need to suck you?" Smith asked.
"It is always good to reciprocate, but it is not required," Rodney said. "Men warm up and get comfortable with our ways at different rates. Wistar jumped in feet first last night. He is most adaptable and that was good. Other men have taken weeks or months to feel open to new practices. That is good too. There may well be some men who never are able to reciprocate."
Angus rose and I sank to the floor to attend to his cock. "It would be an uninteresting world if everyone did everything the same way and everyone liked the same things," Angus said. "I am not that new to this and I must admit every man and every cock reacts differently. There is a wonderful and exciting variety to men and their passions."
Angus' body was beefy and big. His cock was thick, short and hard as steel. It was also responsive. He had extra foreskin, so even erect it partially covered the knob. The second my lips touched it and began to peel the skin back it twitched. A second or two later his balls began pumping out a rich sweet fluid. With Rodney, I had to milk the fluid from his balls. Any movement of my tongue against his delicate cock head induced Angus's flow. It was lovely.
For me this fluid had aphrodisiac properties. The juice excited me. I also understood just how pleasurable it was for Angus. I felt satisfaction that I could please this impressive man. Angus was the perfect model of a Highland Chieftain or Classical hero. I was suddenly transported to Troy and imagined myself as a young man in the tent of Achilles, or in the chamber of Hector.
I surely would have been pleased as the great warrior's member hardened in my mouth. I would have loved it as his manly juices began to flow. I would have been honored as the great warrior filled my mouth with his steamy seed.
Would the great warrior reciprocate with his young follower? They say not, but that seemed to ignore the basic characteristics of human nature to me. I also knew the sexual connections among the Ancients were not always oral. That both intrigued and frightened me.
The four of us in a second floor bedroom in Plato's lodge were soon exploring each other's body. Mr. Smith had a long tongue that he used to great effect. Once he relaxed, he then became an enthusiastic participant. He first attended to Rodney's member. He could swallow the entire organ. Rodney loved this.
During a lull in our explorations, Mr. Smith talked. He wasn't entirely a virgin. That is an odd statement since semi-virginity is an oxymoron. He had never been a willing participant in man sex, but had been set upon by some older students in his school. They had been the school bullies and the experience had been a nightmare. This confession came after Mr. Smith's second orgasm. I was pleased to induce his second climax. While I wasn't an expert by any means, I suspected he might have another. He had relaxed greatly.
He was on his back talking when his cock re inflated to full size. Angus coated the long thin probe in oil. He then straddled the cock and sat on it. He sighed in satisfaction as Mr. Smith's cock vanished in his ass. It was obviously painless for each man and most enjoyable. Since Mr. Smith had already shot off twice, he felt no urge to climax. After a few minutes, Angus got off the long cock and Rodney took his place.
I think Rodney excited Mr. Smith more than the hairy Scot, and Smith seemed to enjoy it even more. Eventually Rodney got on his back and Smith put Rodney's legs on his shoulders and fucked him hard. Smith, who was mild mannered and shy, seemed to turn into a wild man as he pounded Rodney. It was very exciting to watch. Smith shot off for a third time and then left. He was truly drained. I noticed he slipped Rodney a bank note as he left.
Julian returned as Smith left the house; he joined us in the bedroom. "I saw you had a visitor, I hope it was a good interlude," he said.
"It was a first time visitor, but most enjoyable. I think soon he will be a student of our arts," Rodney replied. "I also think he will be a fast learner."
"Did he climax?"
"Three times," Rodney said. "Wistar took a load, and I took two. One was delivered deep in my ass."
"Do any of you have some juices in reserve?" Julian asked. "My balls are filled, and I missed desert at dinner!"
"We all concentrated on Mr. Smith. He is drained, but I think we are all fully loaded," Angus said. "I noticed Wistar enjoyed watching Smith pound Rodney."
"I had never seen that before," I explained.
"Have you ever taken a cock that way?" Rodney asked. I shook my head.
"For me having a cock up my ass is twice as exciting as having it in my mouth," Angus said. "It takes more work, but it's well worth it."
"Don't press Wistar; let nature take its course," Julian said. "Let me tell you things straight. Fucking can be wildly pleasurable, but some men don't like it at all. It all depends on your ass, your willingness to open up and the cock of your playmate. Nothing is sure to be successful; it is a trial and error situation.
"What was it like when you first got fucked?" I asked Julian.
"I have heard several horror stories, but my own experience was good," Julian answered. "I use to go swimming in the Schuylkill River. It was at a well know swimming hole, just where the Mill Creek enters the river. It was in the unusually hot summer we had eight years ago."
"Philadelphia was sweltering, and a group of art students came by the swimming hole with their professor. Since then, I think he's become well known, but I knew him as Tommy. He was with ten or twelve students. They were all young, slim men, very affable and pleasant. Tommy was a good swimmer and gave lessons to some of his weaker students. I was a poor swimmer and he gave me some guidance too. I was older and quite a bit more muscular than the other men were. Tommy was entirely at ease being naked.
"Tommy asked if I would model for his class. I told him I would think about it. Tommy realized I had no problem with nudity. I saw him a few more times that week, and agreed to pose for him. It was an all male class, so I was entirely nude; there was no posing strap. Tommy was most interested in anatomy and my body served his purposes well," Julian continued.
"Tommy was interested in nudity. His father was a preacher of some sort and I think the thought of nudity was exciting to him. I don't think his interests were sexual. He was deeply attracted to his wife and was always proper. However, he was direct and frank and not at all shy about the human body. He would discuss the penis and the testes as directly as one might discuss the eyes or arms. This was shocking to some."
"I might also add Tommy was equally direct and proper with his students. He enjoyed nudity and had a bit of the missionaries' zeal for living naturally, but he never forced it on them and hand no interest in using them for sexual purposes. One of his older students, Jacob Havermill, was interested. He had no interest in the students; he was interest in me, the model. He was fascinated by Greek and Roman sculpture and felt I came closer to representing classical muscularity than the other models."
"Jake asked me to his house to pose for him privately. Jacob lived in a fine house on Rittenhouse Square, and was obviously a man of wealth. I come from a good family, but not a family of wealth. He too was entirely proper in his relationship with me," Julian said. "He asked me if I would object if he was nude too. Of course, that was no problem for me. He was a skilled artist and his drawings were excellent."
"After one of our posing sessions, he seemed uneasy and uncomfortable. I knew him well enough to sense this. I asked him, "What was wrong?" He confessed to me his attraction to me was sexual, and he was embarrassed. I told him this didn't bother me and that I felt some of the same feelings. Some thought of Jacob as ugly. One of the students referred to him as the Toad. Jacob was short and built like a blacksmith or mason with a strong upper body. He was rather hairy and well equipped. I had never seen him erect, and I could only see the tip of his foreskin peeking out from his thick bush, but his knob was the size of a large plum."
"Jacob, very politely asked if he could touch my genitals. I told him that wouldn't offend me. We soon discovered a mere touch was not enough. Jacob had been unsuccessfully married. His wife died in childbirth. The only successful aspect of the marriage had been intercourse. His wife was a difficult woman, but was agreeable only when his cock was in her. He asked me if I would let him fuck me as he had fucked his wife."
"Let me explain something that may be unclear. I live on a modest inheritance, and I am usually in need of ready cash. Jacob paid me well for my private posing sessions. I was indebted to him. I was willing to accommodate him."
"Had I known then, what I know now, I would have said no. Jacob was a big man, if you get my drift. I would never have selected him to be the first in my ass," Julian said. "That would have been a loss for me. Jacob Havermill was a most gentle and kind man. He truly wanted to be in my ass, have an orgasm and fill me with his seed. He also wanted me to enjoy it."
"You enjoyed it?" I asked.
"I did," Julian said, "In some ways it was part of Tommy's interest in anatomy. Jacob knew there is a small gland in the ass that is a part of the reproductive system, the prostate. Jacob oiled his finger and slowly worked it into my ass. He found the prostate and massaged it. I went to the moon. The sensations were unbelievable."
"I soon discovered a cock does more for the prostate than any finger," Julian said. "Jacob's organ drove me into a sexual frenzy. For the first time on my life I was in the total control of another man."
"That sounds frightening," I said.
"Perhaps if it were someone other than Jacob you might be uneasy. He had no desire to hurt or humiliate me. As I said, he was almost ugly, but intensely masculine. He and Tommy were the only married men in the class. They talked about intercourse and its unique role in human life," Julian continued. "The human body I a fortress, complete in itself. Normally, we allow only air and food in. We typically release only waste out. The exception is intercourse. In intercourse, we allow another person into our body or enter another body. We release sperm and withdraw. Most animals do it only for procreation, but we are made so that were can do it continuously as the desire strikes,"
"Thus we are libertines," Rodney interjected.
"I don't know if you understand Mr. Darwin's discoveries. We are part of the animal kingdom, and most probably, we are the most advanced creatures on the earth. Can it be that our ability to enjoy sex repeatedly and regularly is an error in evolutionary development? I personally have no problem seeing evolution as God's creation. We have become obsessed with sex and feel horror at the sexual act. Why is the Bible so uninterested in sex? It seems to be much more concerned with what we eat!"
"How long did you maintain your relationship with Mr. Haverhill?" I asked.
"It lasted four years," Julian said. "He went to the Academy in Rome for further studies. We coupled once or twice a week until them. Curiously, the connection got closer the more we did it. Jacob eventually let me in him and discovered new things about himself."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Jacob saw our relationship as being similar to his with his wife. He became curious as to what I was feeling as he explored m ass. Eventually we traded places. It was a great success for him and for me when I shot my load into his ass the first time, he may have enjoyed it more than I did. It was beautiful."
"Unexpectedly so?"
"It became a mutual admiration society. My glans must have been the perfect size to rub his nut. He was very tight. I was the first, but I took my time. It was exciting to be the first. I was aware how important it was for Jacob. He had to trust me. He finally surrendered and I will say I was the most generous victor ever. You may have noticed I tend to ooze cock juices prodigiously and this made it easier. The more I thrust my cock into his hole the easier it became as I lubricated the chute. We became one single fucking organism."
"My experience was a bit rougher than that," Angus said, "but it was enjoyable too. I was wresting with some friends. I was the youngest of the group. It too was after swimming on a hot summer's day. We were buck-naked and one of the older boys suggested the winners take the looser. I had no idea what this was, but went along with it. I lost and one of the winners, Joe, fucked me. It wasn't good, but he was a massive boy with a small cock so it wasn't that bad."
"A year later I was with the same boy, and they repeated the same punishment for losing," Angus continued. "I went from being a boy of 14 to a man at 15 during the year between the matches. I won and the boy who beat me the year before was under me now."
"Sweet revenge?" Rodney asked.
"That was my intention, but it wasn't the way it turned out," Angus explained. "Joe loved it. I discovered the wrestling matches took place quite regularly and the boys who attended did it primarily for the "Punishment" of losing or the "reward" for winning. My new enlarged cock did the trick for Joe and he forgot to pretend he was unwilling."
"I take it everyone was happy?"
"Well, let's just say I became a regular at the matches, and many of the men made it a point to lose," Angus said. "Sometimes I would have to lose just to keep my ass from tightening up from lack of use."
We laughed. "We still get together once or twice a year. Most of us are married and have children, but the wrestling is still fun."
I was getting late, so our group broke up. As I slept that night, my mind made peace with getting fucked. I didn't have a planed schedule, but I guessed it would be sooner rather than later.
Three men came looking for rooms that week. Mr. Paulo Rossi was an Italian sculptor who had recently come to Philadelphia. He was working on the sculptures of the new city hall. That building had been under construction for years and there was no end in sight. He was a handsome, strapping man with a massive chest and arms and a thin waist. With an unruly beard and fierce eyes, he looked like a wild man, but he was courteous and pleasant. He heard of Plato's lodge from Julian.
Mr. William Whitman and Alonzo Merritt were old friends of Rodney. Whitman was almost a dandy. He was tall and elegant with only a well-groomed mustache. At first, I thought Alonzo was a teenaged boy. He was actually thirty but he looked young. He was a country boy form the mountains of Virginia. He was most affable and polite, but poorly educated.
When I began to take roomers, I was afraid it would get the wrong type of men and have difficulties. I was not skilled socially. Rodney was a fortunate choice for a first guest. He seemed to attract pleasant, interesting men.
The visitors were also pleasant. First time visitors were often nervous, but they soon became comfortable with the place. Nudity was unexpectedly easy to get use to, in agreeable company. Professor Williams and I became good friends.
He seemed to be attracted to shy men, persons who were uncomfortable with Rodney or Angus' personalities that are more exuberant. Eventually everyone got along well, but when you are shy and retiring, you are afraid the exuberant, outgoing men will make you do something you are uncomfortable about. Rodney was like a great windstorm that could blow you into places you didn't want to go.
Normally men came to visit my roomers. Professor Williams sometime came to visit me, often with a friend. Williams seemed to find men who were both sexually driven, but unsure. He thought I was the perfect match. I didn't understand why he thought that, but the man he brought with him to day was attractive. Seth Miller was a carpenter. He was big and clearly wasn't educated. He was wearing clan clothes and had just taken a bath. His hands were calloused and beaten up, and most of his face was hidden by a massive black beard and mustache. His eyes were beautiful, clear blue and the almost twinkled. He was very polite.
After introductions and some conversation, the professor suggested we strip and get more comfortable. I stripped first with the Professor, close behind. Seth was that last to get naked, but he clearly enjoyed the view of our naked bodies. He was half-hard.
I like what I saw too, and launched myself at Seth's cock. Sucking a cock may have been overly bold, but Seth didn't object at all. His cock was thin, but long, a marked contrast to his massive body. Seth enjoyed the Professor's cock but we rotated positions and all have to sample each other.
After the initial excitement we relaxed and Professor Williams. Told us what he wanted. "When I met Seth a few weeks ago, I though you two would get along. You are both new to man sex, both of you enjoy it, and you are a bit timid about moving on to new activities," he explained. "Let me explain my own interests. I warn you I am not a disinterested party. I like to fuck men, and I particularity want to fuck you," he added while he looked at me. "I know your ass is virgin, and I want it."
"You, Seth, have the perfect cock for a first fuck," Williams continued. "It's long, thin, beautifully formed and always hard as a rock."
"Why don't you fuck him yourself? Seth asked. He was a direct man.
"I am too thick for an easy first dip into the world of man fucking," he replied. "I like Wistar and I would not want to hurt him. I know you are a forceful and a big man but gentle. You two have just met, and if it hurts, it will not ruin a friendship. If it succeeds, all is well for all of us."
"My wife makes me pull out early," Seth said. "I know why she does it, but I love to fill the hole."
"You are a most manly man," Williams said. "Anyone should be proud to take our seed. Are you uneasy about that Wistar?"
"If you get in, I have no problem," I said. "It's the getting in that I'm worried about. I've seen Rodney take a cock and know he loves it. I simply can't figure out my own response to cock in my ass."
Professor Williams worked a lubricated finger into my ass that that made up my mind. He knew the exact location of my prostate, and gently caressed it. He then worked a second finger in. With a finger on each side of the delicate gland, I was defenseless.
When he pulled his fingers out, Seth was ready to go in. he got my legs on his shoulders and bent the back so I was defenseless. Placing his knob in my hole, he toyed with my sphincter. He made a little thrust and he was in me.
"How are you doing?" he asked. I whispered all was well. He made a second, harder thrust and was in.
It felt too good for me to be shocked. He was still. I think he had almost climaxed as his long probe slid into my rectum. I wiggled my ass to get his organ in a better location.
"Lay still for a little," He moaned. "I don't want to shoot now." His whole body shivered, but only once. I guessed he had ejaculated, but was able to hold back the rest. I had to do something. I tightened my ass. Each time I did those explosive feelings of pleasure swept though my body.
"Can I pound him?" Seth asked Williams.
"Just make some slow easy thrusts," Williams said. "Take it easy. See how close to shooting you can get before you pop."
The slow and easy approach to fucking was new to Seth. He was very excited and shot off after ten minutes. He pulled out for a minute or two, but then re-entered me from the rear. It was even better than the first time. I thought he climaxed in me three times, but Seth told me it was five. When he finally pulled out, he held me open for Professor Williams. Williams was much thicker, but I had no problem. Seth's man made lubricant did the trick.