Scotland

It's Not Love.

By Bld Hairy Man

This story is intended for adult men, not for underage persons. It deals with gay sex. If you don't approve or want that. Do not read it!!

I am Professor Macintosh MacGregor. You would be safe in assuming I am a Scot. I was born in London where my father was an important importer of highland liquors. He was fortunately living in London when Prince Albert was building Balmoral, and anything from Scotland was popular. That included liquors. To be strictly truthful, sometimes the Scottish craze included only Liquors.

I was the only child and was sent to good schools and eventually Oxford. Being a Scott at Oxford was not ideal, but having a father who imported liquor made up for that. I excelled at the study of ancient British literature and in the literature of ancient cultures. Being good academically was not considered good, but I grew to be six feet five, so I was forgiven for my good grades. I happened to walk into a bad situation with a duke's son and several local toughs. There was brief scuffle and scared them off.

The Duke's son. Gerald, invited me to his lodging and when he sent his servant off to clean his mud coated coat, I discovered some unexpectedly pleasurable activities as we took a bath to get rid of the mud. I was unaware my private parts were large, and completely unaware they fit in his private parts. Gerald was fully aware of the potential of man to man sex. He also discovered bigger privates provided bigger pleasures. We became friends.

I was surprised to discover my upbringing was kind and loving compared to his, and while he knew many things, I was friendly and affable. He also explained my cock was a beauty and was more attractive than the servant's members. We became friends and one day my man seed escaped my balls and flooded his ass. I was shocked. He was greatly excited.

After leaving Oxford I went to St. Andrews to work on translating a recently discovered document. I had always loved puzzles. An ancient manuscript is just a puzzle with words, rather than pictures. I also found the obscure and odd fascinating. Thus the ancient history of Scotland was a perfect study for me.

Gerald moved to his family's town home in London, and I periodically continued to see him. Of course he was wealthy and had friends. I had better taste in men than he so I guided him away from problematic men. His Butler, Monty, made sure they stayed away. We became friends.

Monty and I got along well, both as friends and our shared concern for Gerald. As a child I had played with the local children. While I was bigger than Monty, we shared sexual interests. I had shared working men's private parts when I was younger. I welcomed their cocks into my body and they greatly appreciated that. Gentlemen had used Monty. I was the first to allow him into my ass and to deposit his sexual gifts.

My work at St. Andrews was much admired and I was soon invited to work at a library in London. This was a great honor, and I accepted the position. Gerald gave me a place to stay in a house next to his mansion. My new position was ideal for my talents and I quickly distinguished my self.

Gerald finally found some worthy friends and he asked if I could meet them to demonstrate the more advanced sexual skills. He was worried that I would find that demeaning. I told him that because we were old friends I would try to help them. He believed me, and I was surprised my acting skills had improved so much.

I later met Fitz-Hugh Mount. He was a big, handsome man noted for his athletic skills. It was said that his muscles were so developed that they occupied areas usually occupied by his brain. I doubted this was true but there were times I reconsidered that.

Fitz-Hugh was pleasant and affable. He liked to show off his body. Generally that was difficult to do without causing a scandal. My house backed up to the Ali Baba Club. It was a private club and a Turkish bath. Located on an interior court on a former covered path, the path led to the bath a half block from the street. No one knew it was there. One wall to the rear, abutted my house and I benefited from the heat.

I took Fitz-Hugh to the backroom. We stripped. I knew about the heat, but it was new to Fitz-Hugh. He was shocked. Warmth does not describe houses in London. As soon as he was naked, I dropped to my knees and wrapped my mouth a round his cock. It seemed bigger than I expected. He was shocked too. I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his foreskin. As it retracted my tongue tasted the love juice drooling from his cock. It was sweet.

I think Fitz-Hugh was shocked that the heat greatly increased the intense pleasure of sexual pleasure. All was well. A few minutes later he and I were on the an upholstered bench on the side of the room trying to suck the man juices drooling from our cocks. Moments later, the slightly bitter fluid turned sweet and love sweetened the drool.

While I was aware of the love juice coming from Fitz-Hugh's cock, I was surprised by the sweet love offering. Fitz-Hugh was shocked, but the fluid was all but hypnotic. Five minutes later we were used the love potion and wanted to find the source of the love potion.

Fitz-Hugh seemed to know the source was deeper in my ass, which had been transformed into a tunnel of love. He knew his tongue could not reach it, nor could his fingers. Only his cock could reach it. He moved to get his cock in position.

I was unsure what was happening, but the path to my ass was open. I didn't know what was going on, but when his cock exploded with man seed, I knew that was what I wanted.

After a brief rest, my cock was in his ass looking for release. He offered no resistance. As I pushed deep, what I had thought it was a violent activity became the ultimate expression of love and affection. I knew this was the ultimate expression of manly passion. Trespassing into the deepest recess in a friend's body, I soon left a quivering tribute of my affection in the most private part of his body. It was as much as a man could do.

I was even more surprised that we repeated the ritual several times before we were satisfied. We fell asleep on the bench linked cock to mouth. When we woke up, we had breakfast in bed. Monty and Gerald came in later to wake us up. They took turns slipping their cocks into my ass as Fitz-Hugh watched. He later told me he enjoyed watching us enjoy ourselves as they drank my sperm.

That afternoon Fitz-Hugh came to me and suggested my bath-shower room might resolve Gerald's poor choice in sexual partners. If it became an informal gathering for like minded men. We could help select higher quality sexual partners for him and keep him out of the public eye. Over the next few months we fleshed out the idea. Gerald found Fitz-Hugh attractive and he liked me. Fortunately, sex with us was better than our former playmates.

We had good luck in selecting partners for Gerald. We found handsome and clever men who found sex with other men attractive. They were also clever enough to avoid any public exposure. Exposure was the road to disaster. A noble cock inseminating your ass meant you had a pleasant life. While Gerald often lost interest in his favorites, enjoying the sperm filled cock of a wealthy gentleman was always a pleasure for him.

My own interest in antiquity began to oddly mix with my new found sexual entertainments. Did ancient hunters warm themselves as a friends' cocks frolicked in his ass? How many times did spraying warm semen help a man sleep, or did the tickling of an orgasm wake a man. That little bit of warmth greeted the morning.

Did Alexander the Great's friends wake to the penetration of the semi-god's cock? Did they hoard the precious liquid or allow their companions lick the manly fluid as it drooled their ass? These fantasies some times resulted in rowdy interlude between the sheets and before dawn. Sometimes with a gentleman, other times it was with a hard working laborer draining his balls before work filled day.

One might fantasize about a laborer feeling honored by the gentleman's ass, but I know by my own experience that the pleasure is identical regardless of a man's status. The sperm is always sticky and white.

A friend from Oxford asked me to join him at the Ali Baba Club. My heated rooms were due to the club. The friend, John Smith, was a gifted geographer and explorer. He was not an Oxford Type. He was intelligent and perhaps brilliant. That alone all but excluded him from favor at Oxford.

I had noted that his expeditions tended to explore little known areas that became political trouble spots. He came to visit me and in he course of the conversation it was clear that he knew a great deal about my sexual life.

"The Ali Baba Club interests me," he explained. "Some of my friends have tried to join, but were rejected. You are a neighbor, and I was wondering if you might join it. You have no connection with suspect persons."

"Person's in The Queen's Service?" I asked.

"Even at Oxford you were known as an intelligent man," Smith replied.

"I believe you suffered from the same insult," I replied. He smiled. We understood each other.

Two days later I visited the Bath and talked to the manager, Murat. I told him that my house shared heat with his baths. It turned out the adjacent room at the club was a furnace, and the wall was sound proof. He asked if I would liked to try the baths. I said I would like that. He said the baths were nude and the men wore only a towel. I said I heard that was a new thing imported from the colonies.

We stripped and went to the main room. I tentatively glanced and noticed the men carried their towels. We sat with naked men. A little later I was clearly looking.

"The Nude man is a beautiful thing, is he not?" Murat asked.

"The boys at school were naked in the showers," I said. "Some of them are quite handsome."

"Some of the men here enjoyed those days," Murat remarked as he fondled his balls. "We have a special bath when men can relive those days."

"That might be interesting?" I said.

"Some of the men are a bit adventurous, even daring," Murat said. My towel had slipped, exposing my genitals. I spread my legs open.

Murat turned to me and his hands briefly touched my cock. They moved on to my ass and he delicately fingered my hole. My cock became erect.

"A few men claim the men in the special bath are often friendly to a fault," Murat said. His finger pushed deeper into my ass.

"I have never thought there could be too much friendship," I said in a whisper. Murat pushed his finger deeper into my ass.

"Does too much intimacy bother you? Do new new experiences bother you? Don't worry," Murat said. He lost his exotic accent. "I think you might enjoy the Special bath."

I wondered if I would be gang raped. Taking Queen Victoria's advice, I decided to close my eyes and think of England.

I was going naked into a den of thieves or spy's. I didn't need to worry. Murat's finger up my ass was a test. A spy would have reacted uneasily to the probe. My erection indicated I had other interests. I also eventually discovered that I could both observe the men, and entertain one man in my ass, and discover another man tending to my cock.

I also noticed that my judgment was unaffected by the quality of the sex. By the end of the episode I was both sex crazed and firmly grounded in the middle ages. I assumed they did not admit it, but my sexual skills were simply an added attraction.

I dropped in one or two days a week. I did not talk of anything other than my medieval studies. The group of men changed regularly, but sex was a constant. While they gathered information, they enjoyed man sex.

The men varied in nationality. Turks, serving the sultan in Constantinople, tended to be aggressive and did not just fuck you. They took up residence in your ass. Should there be a war, they didn't know which side they might be on. There was an Indian Prince who wondered if German rule would be preferable to Victoria.

I discovered I had one most attractive trait. I was interested in the male organ of generation. I was interested in English, French and German cocks as well at Turkish, Egyptian and African cocks. While this shocked some, but it did not reduce the mutual attraction.

In one exceptional night an African Prince, an Ottoman General, and an Arab Sultan left a liquid gift in my ass. The other Europeans were shocked, but not so shocked as not conduct their own anal explorations and impressive sexual skills. I ended up spending much of night there and each man left his own contribution to the sperm stew in my ass.

I went home and Gerald and Fitz-Hugh made sure no sperm touched the sheets. Standards are standards.

I discovered new depths in my sexual explorations. I knew I enjoyed sex, but I found that I had underestimated my capacity to enjoy sex. I had thought sex was just an enjoyable diversion. I am embarrassed to admit how sex often dominated my life.

After a night at the Ali Babba Baths, the next day's evening in the heated basement was just as successful and sexual.

Much to my surprise, many thought of me as a sexual clown, not a stodgy academic man. That was useful for my "spying" activities. I am a big man and I could be intimidating. My sexual interests were admired, but no one suspected me of serious activities.

Eventually, the Ottoman General, Ahmed, seemed to regard my ass as a home away from home. I tried to count there number of times he climaxed in my ass in a single night. He was a big man, but his ass was tight. I knew it was difficult for a man of his stature to open his body to my cock.

I published a translation of the St. Andrews Manuscript. It caused a stir in the academic community. It also established me as a scholar and further diverted attention on me as a spy. The patrons of the Ali Baba Baths were not scholars, but I certainly no threat.

One of the laborers who attracted Gerald's attention was Willy Graves. Willy was a small, heavy set stone mason. He was reworking the poorly constructed west side of the house. Willy was all muscle as was usually the case with masons. A room in the existing house collapsed. Willy saved two fellow workers but was injured.

The collapse was due to Gerald's instance that an upper room be completed before a lower room was structurally reinforced. Gerald know it was his fault so Willy was cared for in my house. Willy had been a strong hardworking man. He was deeply depressed and despondent as a patient. The only warm room in my house was the room next to the Baths.

He was in a corner of the space hidden from view by draperies when Monty intimately frolicked with a friend. After the orgasms, they left not knowing Willy had watched.

I visited him when I returned from the Library. He told me of the episode. I thought he would have been shocked. He was actually puzzled. He asked me if they actually enjoyed that sort of thing. He had seen a young guys jerk off.

We talked and Willy noticed that I seemed to know a lot about it. "What happens if the guys shoot off in the other guys mouth?"

"Some men spit it out, some swallow it," I said. "Some men become good friends after they swallow it. Some men enjoy it when a guy drinks their semen."

He was quiet for a while. "Do you think anyone would do that for me?" Willy asked.

"I know one guy," I said. "I have been known to help a man in need." I didn't exactly say I would suck his cock, but Willy was no fool,

Willy had a broken leg and a broken arm, but I knew all of his medical problems. I had made it a point to not be too familiar with his cock. I didn't want to take advantage of an injured man. It didn't take me long to realize the Willy was not 100% virgin. I soon realized his experience was not with a skilled master of the erotic arts. I also figured out how to suck his cock without coming in contact with any of his injuries. I asked him if he wanted me to take his semen. He said that was up to me.

Fifteen minutes later I knew his previous sexual contacts were with amateurs, and I had open a new world of pleasure for him. His cock immediately responded to my tongue. His foreskin retracted to expose his large and meaty cock. I worked my tongue to massage his shaft.

I pulled off and said, "I like to drain every drop of semen from a cock. Is that a problem for you?"

"I doubt that," Willy said. "I don't know if I could do the same to you."

"Tit for Tat is not a requirement." I said. "When you have healed, I wouldn't mind if you fucked my ass and shot off in me?"

"That would not be a problem." He said. "Can I cream in you?" All was well.

I spent the next hour of so taking load after load of Willy's man seed. With each orgasm, his mood improved. He changed from being a patient into a man again. With each orgasms I swallowed I got a little more masculine.

Gerald came in with two friends after we finished. Gerald immediately went to my sperm drooling hole and feasted on the drool. Samuel stayed with Gerald and shared the sperm feast. Horatio, the other young man, licked Willy's sperm drool. They both liked that a lot.

Horatio was a young man, maybe twenty. Oddly, I thought I would need to prepare his ass for Willy's over sized cock. Horatio life would not be complete until Willy's cock wasn't in his ass.