The Smithy 8
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.
On Saturday we went off to visit one of Ralph's friends. We walked across country to a small hamlet with a brand new large church. It dwarfed the hamlet and was done in the latest style. Next to it was a rambling rectory, also new. The sign identified it as All Saint's, given by Sir Maxwell Jones and dedicated to the Glory of God. Sir Maxwell's name was much bigger than the All Saints, and clearly he wanted to make sure God remembered he had given the building.
We went past the rectory to a smaller house hidden by the bulk of the church. An elf like man answered the door when we knocked.
"Ralph, it's good to see you. Who is your young friend?" the man asked.
"This is Robert Fairbairn, a scholar from Oxford. Robert, this his John Perkins. He is the organist for this mighty pile!"
We exchanged greetings and entered the cottage. The house was cozy and warm. John introduced us to two men in the room, Hugh and Clyde. They were working men who pumped the bellows for the church's organ. "We like to pump," Clyde said. Hugh laughed and John smiled. It was a joke of some sort. A man entered the room from the kitchen. He was older and had a grizzled beard. He was introduced as Wilfred.
There was a knock at the door and John went to answer it. He returned with another man who was obviously the Rector. The tall and impressive priest came over to to me immediately. "Hello! I am Bainbridge Blossom, the ecclesiastical ruler of this diminutive realm," he said in introduction.
"The church is most impressive," I said.
"Indeed it is," he replied. "Alas there is no population to serve. All Saints is a stunning example of misplaced philanthropy. We serve only the philanthropist, his family and staff. The hamlet is all Church of Scotland. For the rest of the week Mr Perkins and I are left to amuse ourselves. By chance were found Hugh and Clyde. They were acquaintances of Ralph. When we met Ralph our exile here became more like the Garden of Eden than Siberia."
"Indeed, Bainbridge and I were but novices in the erotic arts until Ralph taught us his amatory skills," John said.
"By amatory skills, John means I taught them how to fuck," Ralph said with a twinkle in his eye. All the men laughed. Bainbridge began to take off his clerical garb. Hugh and Clyde were laborers who wore heavy, well worn clothes. Naked they were impressive specimens and looked very alike. I wondered if they were brothers or cousins. They were in their later 30s I guessed. Soon we were all naked except for Wilfred, who took his time. "Shake a leg, Uncle Wilfred," Hugh called.
"You know the last one naked is the first one fucked," Clyde added.
"Keep your mouths shut or I'll tell your mum what you've been up too," Uncle Wilfred replied. He was smiling and seemed good humored.
"We'll tell Auntie Meg," Hugh replied.
Wilfred laughed. "You know as well as I, she's happy as long as my cock's not near her!"
As this good natured family squabble continued, John sunk to his knees and swallowed my cock. Ralph had gone over to Hugh and Clyde. They bent over and shared Ralph's generously scaled member. Bainbridge joined John and me. By now Wilfred was finally naked and he joined Ralph and gave his nephews another cock to suck.
Bainbridge got behind me and put his arms around me, playing with my nipples and the hair on my chest. "As you are a friend of Ralph, I assume you aren't shocked?" he asked.
"Not at all," I replied. "This has all the makings of a pleasurable afternoon."
"Before we met Ralph, John and I were reserved and a bit reticent in our tastes," he continued. "We are devout men, and I think we were afraid to acknowledge the reality of our sexual needs and desires. I am afraid I had turned into a sour and bitter man as a result of that. I could not resolve the demands of being a devout Christan and of being what is classified as a sexual deviant." Bainbridge was rubbing his erect member against my ass crack and he talked.
"How did you resolve it?" I asked.
"Ralph resolved it," He said. "He asked if I knew the Good Samaritan was a man who loved men? Of course I did not. Ralph suggested the Good Samaritan was a symbol of any good man who was despised by society. That was not his exact words, of course, Ralph always speaks directly and without embellishment, but I realized he was right. We, like the ancient Israelites, made rules as to who is, or is not clean, good, or virtuous, but neither God, nor Jesus cares about these rules. God sheds his grace on all good and virtuous persons."
"You are a man of the most liberal bent," I said. "Did Ralph teach you anything else?"
"Many things. I discovered I was a snob and a fool and I had spent much of my life looking for the wrong things," Bainbridge explained. "I both dreaded and used persons of the so called lower orders."
"This sounds like harsh medicine," I said.
"It was more liberating than harsh," he said. "John and I were alone here. We were without anyone of the right social status to associate with. For the first times in our lives we have friends we can talk to and play with. This is the first time in our lives we have been with men we can be honest with. We spent years hiding our true natures."
As far as I could tell, Bainbridge's true nature involved getting his cock into my arse. For some reason I wasn't quite ready for that. There was a loud knocking at the door. Bainbridge and John hastily put on robes and went to answer it. I joined the other men in the room.
I was much surprised when our hosts returned to the room with two soldiers in tow. One was an officer, Major Robert Towman, and the other was Sergeant Major MacIvens. They were wearing the uniforms of a well known Highland regiment.
"It's good to see you Robbie," Ralph exclaimed.
"You've never met my friend Mac MacIvens, but take my word, we're birds of a feather," the Major said. There two men stripped in record time. Both were tall, but Mac was notably taller. Robbie sported a beard that looked like the Emperor Franz Joseph. Mac's beard was the size and color of a large badger. As far as I could tell the hair was continuous from his mustache to his toes. His cock and balls were concealed somewhere in a thicket of unruly hair at his crotch. He was a massive bear of a man.
Major Towman was quite muscular and you could see his body, since he had ginger colored hair. He was almost as hairy as the Master Sergeant, but his hair was almost transparent. He seemed well endowed. John made all the necessary introductions. I was introduced as Robert Fairbairn, distinguished scholar from Oxford and only son of the inventor and industrialist Sir Robert Fairbairn.
Much to my surprise, Mac came up to me immediately and shook my hand. "It's a great honor to meet you," he said is a strong Scots accent. "Your father is a great man. Are you working on the same inventions?"
I explained I was most interested in hydrolics, and told him about my paper on the pressure of water going through pipes. I stopped when I realized I was being pedantic. Mac was very interested. He thought water power was potentially the savior of the highlands, providing economical power to that poor area. He was fascinated. I was shocked.
Standing with the big, naked, hairy man, my interests weren't only scientific. I reached out and touched his muscular torso.
"Some people think I'm the missing link," he whispered.
"I never thought the missing link would be so handsome," I said. My hand slipped down his torso and went searching for his cock. I found it and squeezed it. At first I thought it was very wide, but short. His foreskin was furry. That helped to disguise the member. Hanging below the cock was a hairy sack filled with two apple sized orbs.
I soon realized Mac had a telescoping penis. At rest it retracted into his body. As I stimulated him it grew. Indeed it grew well beyond a reasonable proportion. My organ was growing too. Mac seemed to appreciate that.
"I don't much like men with boy parts. You've got some real meat on you," he murmured as he felt for my balls, "and the potatoes too."
Major Towman came up to us. "Major Sergeant MacIvens tends to be rough and ready when he gets excited," he whispered in my ear. "He is a treasure and a good man in every other way. I brought him here to learn another approach to sexual enjoyment. I had planned for Ralph to do the teaching, but Ralph tells me you are fully qualified."
"Don't listen to him," Mac said. He clearly wasn't at all concerned about his superior officers comments. "I'm just a friendly man who likes his sport." He stoked my cock again. His cock continued to grow as I played with his furry foreskin. His cock head had yet to make it's appearance, but a large bulge was progressing up the tube of skin.
"Mr. Fairbairn is a gentleman," the Major said. "Your horse cock isn't for everyone."
Mac collected some of the fluids leaking from my cock on his finger and licked it off. The Major knew what that meant. Again I realized one can't be a reticent and reserved English gentleman when you are nude and sexually aroused. At one time I felt betrayed by my unruly cock. In this situation my cock signaled my interest to the big Scot. The Major left us to our own devices.
I dropped to my knees and took his foreskin into my mouth. I could tell he had bathed just before he came here, but as I took his cock there was a rich and pungent taste and smell of man. There wasn't a trace of urine, none of excrement either. It was the gamy and musky smell of an aroused male. I worked my tongue into the thick skin and searched for the head. Mac must have been oozing pre cum for a while. The fresh stuff was still sweet, but the older had fermented into an almost intoxicating jelly.
My tongue first made contact the underside of his knob where a delicate membrane of skin connected the knob with the foreskin. Mac shivered and moaned when I did this. I delicately played with the area. The Scot rewarded me with a fresh flow of fluids. In my heart I knew there would be no delicate way to get his member deep into my body, but I wanted it and sensed he wanted it too. By now his cock head was at full size. The skin had been thick but was paper thin when the glans freed itself from the shroud.
I licked the flared edge of the organ. This was particularly sensitive and his member twitched as it expelled more of his ball juice. We moved to a pile of pillows and got on the floor. He shifted me so I could continue my worship of his member as he swallowed mine. It was as if I were a ancient man worshiping a male fertility God. It seemed the essence of maleness had been distilled into this one man. I was nursing at the cock of this god like creature. He was Hercules.
Mac swallowed my cock whole, with great gusto. He sucked me as if he were a great epicure who had discovered a meal of the most delicious sort. His nose was buried in my balls. He sniffed my manly scent as if he was trying to inhale my balls, then redoubled his exploration on my genitals. There was not an ounce of shyness about him. After a while his mouth progressed from my cock to my balls. Mac took my ball sack and its contents into his mouth. From there he next attacked my ass. It wasn't my ass, but the hole itself he wanted.
Of course I knew it wasn't his tongue, but the organ I was sucking that he wanted in my ass. He seemed to relish forcing his tongue into my tender hole. I was lost in my cock induced revery, when Mac stopped sucking. I glanced at him and saw Ralph had joined us and Mac was sucking him. A few seconds later Mac returned to my ass and for a while he seemed to alternate between my ass and Ralph's cock.
As far as I know Ralph and Mac didn't talk, but apparently they made a plan to share me. Mac suddenly straddled my face and fed me his member. Ralph grabbed my legs, spread then and then worked is spit covered cock into my ass. I was fucked from both ends. I was in this position for no more than a minute, when the two huge men switched positions. Ralph's balls draped over my mouth, and he held my legs open as Mac assaulted my hole.
By now the rest of the men in the room clustered around me. They uttered words of encouragement and stroked them selves. Mac was lubricated only by my saliva, but when Mac pulled out for a fresh assault, Hugh and Clyde sucked his cock with enthusiasm, unconcerned it had been in my ass. They slobbered over it, and Mac went into my ass again.
It was a tight fit, but I wanted it. Apparently the other men in the room wanted to watch it too. Mac was nice about it, but the problem was his cock. It was just big. The next time he pulled out, Clyde slobbered on his cock, but Hugh pushed his cock into my vacated hole. He made a half dozen hard thrusts into me and shot his load. He pulled out leaving his man seed to lubricate the deeper parts of my ass. Curiously, this worked well.
Hugh had a tapered cock. While the head was quite small, the base was thick. It fit easily in my behind, but still stretched my sphincter. When Hugh pulled out Mac slipped deeper on his next thrust. The men who surrounded me noticed how well this worked and were more than willing to contribute their cocks and seed to the enterprise.
I admit there may well have an aspect of enlightened self interest in their generosity, but it worked for me, Mac and the rest of the men. Major Towman,Wilfred and Bainbridge took their turns and added their seed to the enterprise. I came to appreciate the great variety of male genitalia, and the attractively varied ways men achieve an orgasm. Towman had a big head and thin shaft. Wilfred had a long slender probe. Bainbridge had a thick, but short member. Each achieved pleasure in a unique way.
One hardly needs to say the men were all good sports. Ralph held and encouraged me through out. He also described the organs as they entered my ass. I also noted that Towman and Bainbridge had quite extended orgasms. Towman and Wilfred felt no need to conceal the pleasure they felt during their orgasms.
As Bainbridge pulled out Mac quickly replaced him and skewered me on his cock. Lubricated on a river of man seed, the final deep thrust was effortless. At first I was winded and confused. I was perfectly still. I couldn't think and could hardly breathe. Then I felt like an over stuffed bird at a holiday dinner, or perhaps a pig on a spit.
I heard Ralph telling me to relax. It was all im, just relax and enjoy it. I moved my ass a little and Mac's member shifted. It felt better there. Mac pulled out an inch and then gently pushed back. He waited perhaps thirty seconds and pulled out two inches. A minute later he pulled out three, then four inches. With each small thrust he seemed to establish a stronger connection to me.
At first his cock had been an invader in my body. Soon it was a welcome guest and after a few minutes I became an extension of his might member. At that point if his cock had been double the size, I'd have taken it.
I know in the marriage ceremony two become one. This happened to me, but I wasn't an equal partner. I had merged with Mac. In fact I had merged with his cock. I wanted to do nothing other to worship his cock and live the rest of my life attached to his huge member. Mac began to make deep thrusts and as he did, I achieved something like what the Indians call nirvana. As I floated above the scene in a state of sexual ecstasy, I remained aware of the going's on around me. Hugh was on his back with Clyde's cock deep in his arse. John, whose cock was much larger than I would have guessed, was fondling Major Towman's cock as he sucked Wilfred's member. Bainbridge was looking at the spectacle as if he were a happy mother watching his children at play.
I could hardly stand the pleasure and began to spray my seed across the room. Mac puled out and his cock sent ribbons of seed into the air. He bellowed as he climaxed and that seemed to have inspired a general round of orgasms. I all but passed out afterwards, drained of all energy.
Bainbridge had struck me an a genteel and fastidious man. I was much surprised when I found him licking my ass and trying to coax some of the satyrs' brew of saliva, cum and balls juices from my ass. John came over and gently worked his cock into my ass. He would pull out and Bainbridge licked the cum coated organ clean. John then gently penetrated me again. Bainbridge must have cleaned it up four or five times. On the final penetration, John deposited his own seed in my rectum.
If it hadn't been so pleasurable, I would have thought my self abused, and my sphincter and rectum were well beyond being tender. John shot a huge load of warm and creamy spunk into me. It was as if it were a soothing salve or ointment. Bainbridge seem annoyed he had missed his lover's seed.
"Mr. Fairbairn is our guest," John said in gentle rebuke.