Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 12:12:55 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Clyde S. Dale Clyde S. Dale by Bald Hairy Man By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. This is an all new story. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments. Daddy's name was Frederick Dale and Momma's dad was named Clyde Simmons, so when I was born I was named Clyde S. Dale. I was a really big baby and it was a difficult birth. When the excitement and the anxiety ended, Dad and Mom realized it was too late. My name stuck. Everyone called me Clydesdale from the start. I guess a funny name could cause problems for some people, but not me. I was big at birth and stayed big. No one considered teasing me, and I was even tempered and smart. The only problem was on the first day a school when the new teacher had to be convinced it really was my name. After several years of this, my mom sent a note with me assuring the teacher I was indeed Clyde Simons Dale. Another problem occurred in Middle School when she had to send a note saying I was big for my age and hadn't been held back. I needed to shave at thirteen. I wasn't too coordinated, so I wasn't that good at sports. It took a while to grow into my body. I got my act together in High School. It was in my sophomore year that I was on the football team and did well. Finally my age matched my body. I wasn't a great player, but I was big enough to be helpful. "Every team needs a work horse," the coach said. While I was good on the playing field, I was better in the locker room. I was hung like a stallion. Kid's noticed that in elementary school. I told my Dad that kids accused me of having a big dick. "Is that bad," I asked? "To tell you the truth, Clyde," he said, "Big dicks are what you want." "Are you sure about that?" I asked. "Take it from me," Dad said, "That's what you want." He was smiling, so I knew things were all right. I found out I had a horse cock, or what some guys called a donkey dong. The guys would joke about it and seemed to be interested in it. None of the girls were interested in either me or my cock. I wasn't exactly ugly, but I wasn't handsome. I got four o'clock shadow at noon, and hair seemed to grow everywhere on my body, except on my head. I was showing signs of baldness by the time I was sixteen. To tell you the truth, I wasn't much interested in girls anyway. I hung out with ordinary guys, not with the school stars. My best friend was Roger who was as small as I was big. We both liked science, especially chemistry and physics, so we associated with the nerd types. When I said I was smart that was in everything except Chemistry. I was great in Chemistry. I won prizes and was sent to advanced classes at a local college. Roger was interested in physics. Roger was a year older than I and had older brothers. I thought of him as a sophisticate since he knew a lot more about guy stuff than I did. Roger introduced me to man sex. Like all kids we were curious. We had done the usual, show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine stuff. Roger and I discovered erections together. He had a long thin cock with a lollipop style head. He called it his all day sucker. His cock head was like a ripe plum. His balls were big too. I'm uncut. When I'm soft I have a thick six inch tube with a lump where the head is. It's a solid nice or ten inches hard and the diameter of a Coke can. Roger heard about cock sucking from his bothers and we talked about it. He wanted to give it a try, and I was willing. Nature took its course. Roger liked it. I would sit back and enjoy it while he sucked me. I'd warn him when I was going to shoot. One time I shot off unexpectedly and Roger got a mouth full of my cum. I thought he's be mad at me, but he liked it even more. He asked me to save it up so he could get a full load. After a while I decided to try sucking him. Roger seemed perfectly happy sucking me, so there was no pressure. I didn't think I'd like it, but it seemed only fair to service him. It was really exciting, even his cum tasted good. There is something nice about making your pal feel good, and I mean really good. I was shy and unsure about man sex. I loved it, but I wasn't sure I should like it so much. Roger had no qualms at all. He would hear about something and we would try it out. Everything we tried was good. We had been messing around for a year or so when Roger came to me after school. "Clydesdale, I found a guy who wants to play with us," he said. "He's an old guy, but he seemed nice." "Where did you meet him?" "In the library," he said, "in the back where they keep the books no books wants to read. He has a nice cock. Not as big as yours, but nice." "What does he want to do?" "He says he'll do anything I want, but he really wants to get fucked," Roger said. "He wants my cock in his ass." "Are you going to do it?" "I want to, but I think it would be better if there were two of us," Roger said. "I don't want to go alone." We talked it over and Roger said he'd talk to the guy about bringing a friend. A week later Roger said the guy was okay with that. "He goes to the library every Saturday, so if we show up we can go to his house." This was my mother's shopping day and dad went golfing, so I had the entire afternoon available. Roger went to the library and met the man. I joined them in the parking lot. The man looked very average and was slightly familiar. We talked about the weather and stuff, then I remembered who he was. He was a doctor at the hospital and was a member of the Rescue Squad. I felt better then. We drove a little way out of town and went to a cabin. It looked like a ramshackle hunting lodge. "If you guys don't want to do anything, I understand," he said as we entered the cabin. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." "We want it all right," Roger said. He started talking his clothes off. I was nervous as hell, but he was at ease. He stripped and went to a small cabinet and took out some lubricant. I realized Roger had been here before. "I'm Willy," the doctor said as he took off his shirt. He had a runner's body, slim but without an ounce of fat. "I'm Clydesdale," I said as we shook hands. I stripped. A second or two later Roger was on the floor sucking both Willie and me. We moved to a bed in the corner of the room. Willie got on the bed. Roger sucked his cock as I straddled his face so he could suck me. I thought it would be strange to meet a guy one minute and be sucking his cock the next, but it was exciting. Willy was a nice guy. I found out Willy like to be fucked and Roger had been helping him out. Roger told him about me and my cock and Willy wanted to try a big one. I think I got as hard as I had ever gotten and my cock looked huge. He liked it, but I could tell it was more than he bargained for. As he sucked me, Roger coated his cock with lube and popped his cock into Willy's ass. Willy loved that, but he winced when Roger's cock head popped in. Roger has a nice cock and a really good knob, especially for a guy as small as he is, but I couldn't figure out how my cock would fit into Willy's hole. I had never fucked a guy, but Roger obviously like it. He was like a mad man as he pounded Willy. He suddenly pulled out and shot his load across Willy's torso. "It's your turn Clydesdale," he said. I had no idea what to do. "Can you take your time?" Willy asked. "I've never done this before," I said. He smiled. "Well. I've never taken anything as big as yours," he replied. "We can learn together. I'll talk you through it." That is exactly what we did. Roger and I had many good experiences, but they were nothing like fucking Willy. It must have taken fifteen minutes to get in all the way. It hurt him some, but no so much as to not want to take my entire horse cock. We did it inch by inch. Getting my cock head in was hardest, but Willy took a sniff from a small bottle and I popped through his sphincter. Once I was on the dark side of that muscle, there was nothing to stop me, but I took my time. He asked me to stop a few times, and I pulled out all the way three times. Roger added lube each time. Willy opened up, slowly at first, but eventually he was wide open. His hot and juicy ass tightly enveloped my cock. It was odd to be so tightly grasped, yet so soft and warm. Willy told me what he was feeling and what I could do to make it feel better. He twitched, shivered and moaned. Once I was fully embedded, he relaxed. "I don't want to shoot now," he said, "Can you pull out and let me rest?" I did as he asked. He didn't get any rest though. Roger had recovered from his previous orgasm. He stepped up to the plate and fucked him again. This time he shot off in Willy's ass. This turned me on big time. When Roger pulled his still dripping cock from Willy's open hole, I went in. Roger's jizz must have acted like ball bearings. I had everything but my balls in his ass. Willy went to the moon. I fucked him for five or six minutes, then he popped. It was like the grand finale of a 4th of July fireworks display. Cum splattered everywhere. It was on his chest and on Roger who was watching from the sidelines. I just stayed still and felt Willy's body convulse with each ejaculation. He cooled down, but I left my cock in his ass. "Have you cum yet?" he asked. He knew the answer. "I don't know if I can take any more." I pulled almost all the way out, with only my cock head still in his ass. I wanted a few seconds long in his ass to I pushed back into the hilt. Willy moaned and shot a ribbon of sperm across his torso. That did it. I popped. I was perfectly still, channeling all of my energy into the orgasm. "I can feel it!" Willy cried. He was lying there with his mouth open as if he expected my cum to shoot through his body and come out his mouth. I didn't know sex could be that good or that total. I have to admit that I have never understood the concept of active or passive in man sex. Maybe it's something related to history when a woman was supposed to submit to her husband in an arranged marriage. Technically I was the top, but Willy was an active participant. He wanted my cock. I was the tool for his pleasure. Tool too is the wrong word. A hammer feels no pleasure when it drives a nail. I think I was lucky to have Roger and Willy as my first playmates. Each gave as much as they took. They were after pleasure. They weren't trying to prove they were men. We got together with Willy when we could. He had a bad schedule that didn't work out with ours. When we did manage to hook up, it was great. My skills, Chemistry and football, were an odd combination in a student. There was a tug of war between the chemistry teacher and the coach as to where I should go to school. Dr. DeLorme, the chemistry teacher, wanted to get me into a major university. Mr. Richardson, the coach, wanted me to practice more and maybe get an athletic scholarship to his alma mater. Mr. Richardson was a nice guy and he wanted me to take me a trip to see his college, Jonesburg State. It wasn't one of the big schools, but it had a good football team for a second tier school. I got an invitation to visit so I got a bus ticket. The Jonesburg State coach was waiting for me. He waved at me. "Clydesdale, you sure are easy to recognize!" he said as we shook hands. "I'm coach Patazian." Patazian could have been my older brother. We looked a lot alike. He was about fifty, shorter and beefier than me. "The plan was for you to stay in the dorms, but there has been a screw up. You'll be staying at my apartment," he said. He took my bag and put it in the trunk of his car and he gave me a tour of the campus. I had lunch with several of the coaches, then he had set up a tour of the science facilities for the afternoon. Much to my surprise that was a good experience. The professors were interesting. We had a good time. They were hunting for science majors. It was a soft sell effort but they made sure that I knew they had good luck in getting students into top of the line graduate programs. Patazian picked me up and took me to his apartment to clean up for dinner. His apartment was in the former carriage house of the President's residence. It was a neat building, and Mr. Patazian's apartment was nice, much nicer than I expected. He said dinner would be at a friend's house. I had a bedroom that shared a bath with him. It had a whirlpool and a shower. It looked like a locker room bath. Patazian took a shower first and called out it was my turn. When I went to the bath he was naked and shaving. He looked up and saw me in the mirror. "I see we are both members of the missing link society," he remarked. "I am a silver back. You are definitely in the Bigfoot division." "I am hairy." "I went through years of ribbing about clogging the drains in the showers and needing a wax job," he said. "The towel is for you," he said. I dropped my jockeys and took a shower. I had forgotten my razor and asked if he had an extra one. "I sure do," he said as he gave me a disposable. While Patazian was hairy like me, his hair was even, not shaggy like mine. He was hung too. His cock was long and cut. I blushed when he noticed I had checked him out. He smiled."Don't worry. Everyone checks out the baby makers. You are hung like a horse," he said. "Normally I am the best hung guy in the locker room." Patazian wasn't embarrassed at all. I guess he spent a lot of time with naked guys. We got dressed and went to dinner. It was at the faculty club. There were two men from the athletic department and two of the Chemistry professors I had met earlier, Professors Bergdoll and Timsley. "Have you explained to Clydesdale your problem yet?" Bergdoll asked Patazian. "Not yet," he said. "Do you want the honors?" "Do you prefer to be called Clyde or Clydesdale?" Bergdoll asked. "Everyone has always called me Clydesdale," I said. "Everyone calls Mr. Patazian, Bull," Timsley said smiling. "For obvious reasons, I think. Bull is trying to save his interscholastic teams. We had an unfortunate episode several years ago. Bull's predecessor developed a very successful athletic program here. Unfortunately he did it by cutting corners." "Little things such as tossing out any trace of admission standards and cash payments under the table," Bull said. "What got him into trouble was letting in students with criminal records. There were several assaults and a rape. My predecessor was fired and the school considered dropping the football and basketball programs." "Bull was the assistant coach who acquitted himself honorably in that sorry episode," Bergdoll said. "The athletic department had a good deal of money available for scholarships. The science departments have very little. We made a deal to use the athletic money for only true, scholar-atheletes. Bull needs the athletes. We need the scholars. You are the first athlete with chemistry skills. That's why you are here." "Your teams don't win that often," I said. I was afraid I said the wrong thing. Everyone laughed. "Clydesdale, you are a harsh realist!" Bull said. "We win enough. The alumni like our athletes as people and admire their academic achievements. After our close call, they are very supportive of the program." Dinner was good and the conversation was great. The assistant coach was a biologist and the conversation ranged from science to politics and philosophy. I'm not sure I knew jocks could be bright, or professors had such broad interests. It was 11:00 by the time we got back to the apartment. I slept like a log. After breakfast we went to the gym. The swimming team was practicing. Bergdoll was coaching. I noticed he was tall and thin, but I hadn't suspected he was a swimmer. He asked if I was a swimmer. I said yes, so he asked if I'd like to join in. "I don't look like a swimmer," I said as I looked over the sleek, greyhound like bodies of the team. "Walruses swim too," Bergdoll said. "There are trunks in the office." I love to swim so I changed. Patazian went to do his work out. Compared to football practice, the swim team practice was a piece of cake. I can power my way through the water and made respectable time. The team members were friendly. They were two biology majors, an astronomer and several English majors. There was no Olympic potential there, but they were nice guys. They all left after the practice. I continued swimming with Dr. Bergdoll, then we went to shower and get dressed. "You might as well use the coaches' shower," he said. My Speedo was a size too small and I all but over filled it. It just covered my equipment. Most of my bush was exposed. Fortunately my belly hair tends to merge with the bush, so it wasn't that noticeable. Dr. Bergdoll noticed. He was completely shaved except for a neatly trimmed cube of hair at his bush. He had a long thin cock, uncut and low hanging balls. "We make a Mutt & Jeff like pair," he commented as we entered the shower. "You're as hairy as I am smooth." "A bear meets a greyhound?" "That's it," he said. I couldn't tell if he liked that or not. We talked about the school as we showered. He was in no hurry to shower quickly. I glanced down as saw his cock was firming up. His cock now made an arc, and the skin had pulled back exposing part of his head. It looked as if there was something gold in his piss slit. I began to get hard. "Is there room for me?" Bull asked as he joined us in the shower. He didn't wait for an answer. He didn't seem to notice our cocks, but I noticed he was getting hard too. Soon we were all rock hard, but we all pretended not to notice. "What are your plans for tonight?" Bergdoll asked. "Dinner and a lecture are the plan now," Bull said. "It's on recent archaeological discoveries in Mexico." I must have looked unimpressed. "Don't worry Clydesdale. It's given by one of our best lecturers. It will be a hoot," Bull said. "I was going to get together with Professor Martin after the lecture," Bergdoll said. "Maybe you would like to join us?" The shower was small for three big men. Bergdoll's cock touched mine. I didn't pull away. There was a gold ring through his cock head. I kind of stared at it. Neither of the professors seemed to mind. We were standing there talking as our cock heads touched. "I think Clydesdale might like to meet Martin," Bull said. "It's time to get on our way. It's time for Clydesdale to meet some students." That turned out to be a round table meeting with a group of students and the President. The conversations were frank, but friendly. There seemed to be respect and friendship, but not agreement in all things between the president and the students. After that I just wandered around until dinner time. We had a quick sandwich at Bull's apartment. "It looked like you and Dr. Bergdoll were getting along well," he said. I was terrified. I had no idea what he would do. He had caught me hard with a professor. "Don't worry Clydesdale, I'm okay with it if you are," Bull said. "We're an open minded group here." "Even in the athletic department?" I asked. "To be direct, especially in the athletic department," Bull said. "It's not official, but we're a gay friendly department. That's one of the ways we get students. They can come here and be themselves. They don't need to hide from the other jocks and the coaches." "Is this part of your recruiting program?" "Let me level with you," he said. "What happed in the shower room was an accident. It should never have happened. I'm not into young guys sexually. Bergdoll isn't either. I'm sorry about what happened." "It didn't bother me," I said. "It turned me on." "Well, it shouldn't have happened," Bull said. "Generally we never shower with students. Sometimes your cock has a mind of its own. You can't hide excitement when you're naked. Bergdoll called me when you were out. I hadn't realized he was into size. Curiosity got the better part of discrestion when he saw you in the pool. He couldn't control his cock. I couldn't either." "I was in the same state," I said. "We're all men and have the same . . . likes. I wasn't offended or shocked." "What were you?" he asked. "Excited." I said. "What is this thing with Professor Martin? Is he a like spirit?" "He is," Bull admitted. "He is an unrepentant size queen. Bergdoll should never have mentioned him." "I'd like to have some fun," I said. "Is he a bottom?" "I take it you're not a virgin?" Bull asked. "I've done a few things," I admitted. "It seem to me the cat is out of the bag. Some fun isn't a problem for me." "Let's get to the lecture. Professor Martin is giving it," Bull said. "We can play it by ear." Professor Martin turned out to be a rolly-polly, cross between Grizzly Adams and Sebastian Cabot. His lecture was entertaining and informative. He had a knack for putting complex concepts into easy to understand terms. He was recruiting students to go for a summer expedition in Mexico. It was appealing prospect. I was more than willing to meet him. The lecture was at seven. We got to his house at nine. Drs. Bergdoll and Martin were there as was one other guy who looked like a student. The house was secluded on a wooded site. It looked like an ordinary ranch house, but inside it was a treasure trove of antiques and artifacts. There were spot lights some of the artifacts, so the impact was of a set from an Indiana Jones movie. We had a drink or two, then Dr. Bergdoll motioned for me to follow him. We went to the side of the house, then down a narrow stair into the basement. The basement was sun lighted. It was filled with plants and in the middle of the room was a pool. There were no windows but artificial light made it bright. "There are lockers here," Berdoll said. "Put your clothes in there and lets enjoy the room." "Are the other guys coming?" I asked. "They will be here shortly," Bergdoll replied. "Bull told me you wanted some fun and were interested." I nodded. "Does open sex in a group bother you?" "Maybe it should, but I get so excited, I don't seem to notice," I said. "I like to suck and fuck." He smiled. "That sure is a good start," he said. "This group is made up of bottoms, expert for Bull. Do you bottom?" "I haven't, but I'm not opposed," I replied. The man I thought was a student joined us. "I'm Mike, the field director for Martin's expedition," he said as he stripped. He was five feet five tall, but very muscular. "Who is Big foot?" "This is Clydesdale. He a prospective student here," Bergdoll said. "Is Clydesdale for real?" he asked as he shook my hand. "Did you get a double dose of testosterone in the womb?" He glanced down and saw my cock. "Holy shit! Make that a triple dose!" He dropped to his knees and began sucking. "Mike is the shy type," Bergdoll said, smiling. Martin came down and stripped. He had looked fat, but when he was naked he was solid and toned. He pushed Mike away and said, "Make room for Daddy!" He wasn't the shy type either. A few minutes later Bull and another man joined us. I think he was the coach of the basketball team.