Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2008 06:46:06 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Clyde S. Dale 2 Clyde S. Dale 2 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. I thought the party was going to be all sex and I wasn't sure I was up for it. After the initial fun with Mike, the other men began to drift downstairs. I was half hard after Mike's administrations, but no one objected. Everyone stripped and we got in the pool. No one seemed to have any trouble getting naked. I had been naked with Roger and Willy, but there was always a sense of unease. The shower room at the school was uneasy too. Some guys were too shy to be comfortable. Everyone here was comfortable. No one pretended they weren't looking at the other guy's equipment. I was use to having guys check out my cock. Even straight guys are interested in big equipment. They may not want to play with it, but they like it as decoration. I'm not the most experienced 18-year-old in the world, but I knew these men weren't interested in my horse cock as decoration. I like looking at cocks too. This evening I discovered looking at cocks that were fully functioning sex organs that I might get to play with added to their appeal. I knew there was going to be sex, but there was no rush. This was new to me. Willy was always on a tight schedule, so we had to rush it. I got in the pool next to Dr. Martin and the man I thought was the basketball coach. He was a very tall, muscular, black man named Arthur. Arthur had a hairy chest and a long cock. I think his meat was probably as long as mine, but it didn't have the heft. It turned out he wasn't a coach. He was the head of the campus police, Captain Arthur Brown. Dr. Martin was on the edge of being overweight. He was beefy and hairy. His big bear balls were the size of ripe plums. His cock head was the same size as then balls and made an impressive bulge in the foreskin. There was a lot of skin. It looked as if there was room inside his skin for a second cock. There was some feeling out under the water, but Dr. Martin was talking and we were all listening. Dr. Martin tended to dominate conversation. He was energetic, funny and knowledgeable. He also made an effort to include everyone in the group in the conversation. He was working on Meso-American cultures and was particularly interested in their sexual beliefs. "I have come to think we greatly underestimate the importance of sex. Today sex is everywhere as a marketing tool, but I'm not sure we come close to understanding it." "It certainly is everywhere," Bergdoll said. "It's hard to believe we could be more obsessed. It's everywhere, in almost everything." "We have divided the world into one category of secret, dirty and disreputable sexual experiences and then put everything else into a category called life. They exist apart and separate. I think in primitive peoples sex was integrated into life." "I think that is an overly romantic view of life," Bergdoll observed. "I think primitive life was nasty, rude brutish and short, to quote Hobbes." "I have no doubt about that," Dr. Martin said. "But I think sex was the bright light in a dreary existence. Primitive people spent every day scraping for food and the necessities of life. Pleasure was hard to find, but God is just. Every man has one source of pleasure hanging between his legs. Nights were long and dark, but there was always one way to entertain yourself." "You think cave men were jerking off in the cave?" Bull asked. "What would you be doing in the cave?" Martin replied. "Jerking off would be a bad night. My guess is you'd be sucking and fucking your self to sleep as often as you could manage. Visualize yourself in a hunting party. At night you'd huddle together for warmth in whatever shelter you could find. A little friction would keep you warm." "Friction like a cock up your ass?" I asked. Martin smiled. "You're a fast learner," he said. "That's exactly what I think they did." "You don't think they went hunting for a female to rape?" Bergdoll asked. "My guess is women were few and far between and not at all handy. There were no women in a hunting party," Martin said. "Sex is the most pleasurable experiences a human, or chimpanzee for that matter, can experience. You'd need to be a very dense caveman not to know that sex with another person was more fun than solo. An asshole can be as enjoyable as a vagina." "More pleasurable too, I memory serves," Bull said. "It like it tight and firm." The men laughed. "I think we all may have discovered that," Martin said. "Given the limited resources of primitive peoples, it's hard to believe they hadn't explored all the sexual possibilities." "You think your horny caveman would roll over and let a guy fuck him?" I asked. "It seems to me he might bop the guy on the head." "I think the dominant man in the group would have no problem with that at all," Martin said. "I also assume our alpha male would soon find out which males in his group were the most responsive. I wouldn't be surprised of the younger men thought of it as a rite of passage." "What would they do with Clydesdale here?" Mike asked. "Worship him as a god?" Arthur suggested. Everyone laughed at that. "You may be more right than wrong about that. They knew the cock was essential for reproduction, but before that they realized it is man's foremost pleasure source," Martin answered. "They almost certainly though the man with the biggest cock and balls was powerful indeed. In the earliest cave paintings you can tell which figures are males and which were females. They liked to show the cock on both animals and men." "I'm not sure a bigger cock means more fun," Mike said. "Speak for yourself!" Martin exclaimed. "Remember some of us are size queens." From the reaction of men I think the size queens may well have been in the majority. "I have a question for you all," I said. "I'm sort of new to this and have sucked some and fucked some, but I've never bottomed. Does size make that much difference? To the bottom, that is." "It sure does if you're split in half," Mike said. He was the smallest man in the group, but was the best looking. "There is that," Martin said, "but there is also the opposite experience. I'm a natural bottom, and only partially a virgin." Bergdoll choked. The other men snickered. I assumed his virgin days were well in the past. "I like a cock in the ass. There have been damn few cocks I haven't enjoyed. All sex is good, and most sex is very good, but only once and a while do you experience ecstasy." "I take it, that occurred when you were being screwed by a horse cock?" Bull asked. "Like Clydesdale?" Bull asked. "We will see," Martin said, smiling. "If I get lucky that is. Ecstasy was the objective of many primitive rituals. They were into free-for-alls. There was none of this foolishness of exclusive attention to one's wives. It was anything goes." Martin was stroking my cock under water as he talked. I fondled his cock and got him hard. "Clydesdale is lucky. He's discovering the joys of sex while still a young man," Martin said. "I didn't figure it out until I was almost forty. I wasted decades." "Slow learner?" Arthur asked. "Well, if the first stage of true knowledge is to know thy self, then I am a late bloomer," Martin answered. "I had two problems. I come from a very conventional family and couldn't come to grips with my self as a gay man. Perhaps as part of that problem, I couldn't let my self enjoy sex." "Well, you've crossed that bridge!" Bull remarked. "That I have," Martin answered. "It's hard to enjoy sex when you're afraid of it. I was afraid and so I pretended I wasn't interested. Sex was an activity of the lower orders of society. I was an intellectual. I was prissy, pretentious and a prick, all at the same time." "What changed that?" Arthur asked. "Dr. Eldon Masters, a man I met at a conference, made me see the light," Martin answered. "He is a distinguished black sociologist giving a lecture on primitive societies in Africa. This was more than twenty years ago and I made it a point to meet him. The conference was in the deep South and I was trying to show how enlightened I was. He turned out to be genuinely gifted man and we hit it off. To make a long story short we ended up in his bed." "It was good?" I asked. "It was," Martin replied. "Eldon taught me about horse cocks. He had one and he knew how to use it. When I first saw it, I did a double-take. He told me up front he like to top. I said I wasn't sure I could take it. Eldon told me to leave that up to him. He'd get it in and I'd be happy." "You believed him?" Arthur asked. "I've tried that line, but never had anyone fall for it." The men laughed. A voice called form the stairway, "Are you decent?" it asked. "Not even close," Dr. Martin shouted. "Is there room for one more?" "I guess there is," Martin replied. "It's a pretty exclusive group here, but we can slum this once. The usual suspects plus one, a prospective student." "Oh dear!" the voice said. "He's with the program," Martin explained, "He's part of Bull's missing link society." The man came in the room, quickly stripped and sat between Arthur and me. It was the college President, Dr. Wills. I had met him earlier. I didn't have time to check him out, but he got to see me. "I remember you," he said. "I had picked you out as a former military man catching up on missed education. Was I right?" "Just a guy who's big for his age," I said. "And into Chemistry and football," Bergdoll added. "Does this mean your support of the Athletic department may pay off?" the President asked. "That's up to Clydesdale. I'm doing the chemical equivalent of a full court press." "Clydesdale? Is that related to the horse cock?" The president asked. He looked at me. "I'm sorry, that's a rude thing to ask. I got carried away. It's so impressive." I smiled. "You aren't the first. My parents named me Clyde Simmons Dale, but I've always been called Clydesdale," I explained. "They had no idea I would grow the way I did. My Grandfather was a big man. I took after him." "Are you sick and tired of horse analogies?" Wills asked. "I guess the only thing worse would be if you were named Clydesdale D. Stallion." "You're the first to think of that," I said. The men laughed. "Maybe I should tell you a little about this group," Bull said. "Like they say about LasVegas, what happens here, stays here. All of us would be ruined if anything like this got out." "I understand," I said. "Are you taking a risk even having me here?" "Your friend back home, Willy is a friend of your coach, Mr. Richardson," Bull explained. "Richardson told me there wasn't the slightest whiff of problem with you. He said you were a fucker, not a talker. That is a compliment, by the way." "It seems to me all we have been doing tonight is talking," Dr. Martin said. "It's time to let out hair down and get out cocks up." It was as if someone had shot off the starting gun. The small group resolved itself into fornicating pairs. I was out of the water with Martin and the president sharing my cock. Bergdoll was sucking Bull, while Mike was trying to lick Bergdoll's ass. Arthur was playing traffic cop. He helped to spread Bull's legs so Mike could get at the hole. The two men servicing me were good at what they did, but when I get excited I want to suck too. I like the taste of pre cum. I was trying to future out how to do this since the other men were very eager to suck me. I looked at the other trio and saw Arthur injecting something in Mikes ass. It took a second to realize it was lubricant. He had something like a turkey baster. Arthur pushed it deep, the slowly squeezed it as he with drew. He was lubricating the tunnel deep, not just the opening. He wiped it off, refilled it with lube and moved on to Bull. I hadn't expected that. I assumed he was a top. He moved on to Bergdoll and then to Martin. It was my turn next. I don't think I had ever been that excited before. "Do you bottom?" Arthur asked. "No," I said. "Not yet." "Do you want to be ready just in case?" he asked in a whisper. "My ass baster puts a lot of lube in deep. You'll be amazed at how easy it makes things." "Will it be tight enough with all that lube?" I asked. "I'm a top." `"Damn you're a hot one," he whispered. "Don't worry. I can tell you from personal experience. It will be tight!" I bent over. The baster was tapered and had a blunt end. He was careful until he popped it through my sphincter. He pushed it deep. I felt the cool lube in my ass. It was good. He plumed out slowly, squeezing out the lube and sort of rotating the baster so he would get the entire tunnel. When he pulled out, I was disappointed. I would have enjoyed more time with it in my ass. I didn't know it President Wills would do it. He did. Arthur had some fun with him. He fucked him with the baster. Wills loved that. All but Arthur were lubricated. Martin did the honors. Arthur got on his back. He pulled up and spread his legs exposing his ass. Martin slowly worked the lubricating tool in the ass. Arthur had been between half and three quarters hard all night. The second the baster touched his ass he got hard. His cock must have been nine or ten inches long with a big, flared mushroom and a steel hard shaft. It stuck out straight and drooped when he was half hard as if gravity pulled it down. Hard it formed an arc toward his navel. Mike had been with Bull. He moved toward Arthur, straddled him and impaled himself on the cock. Mike was small and the cock was long. After his conversation about being split in half I had assumed he wanted a smaller cock. Mike had no problem at all. Bergdoll straddled Arthur too and gave Mike something to suck. "It looks good," President Wills said to me. "It's hard to believe it fits." He and Bull had come over to me since the other men were occupied. "Where there's a wills, there's a way," Bull said, making a little pun. I had a chance to see President Wills close up. I had thought he had white hair, but he was a pale blonde. He was bald and the sun had bleached the hair on his head, but his body was covered in a coat of golden hair. He was solid, not muscular, but in good shape. He had a nice cock and good sized balls. "I've never taken anyone as big as you, Clydesdale," Wills said. "Let me tell you a secret about out president," Bull said. "He's your basic Nordic God type who gets turned on by us missing line types. Would you like to give him a try?" 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. "I'm not sure," Wills protested. He sounded worried, but he got on his hands and knees and opened his ass for me. I guess he was worried, but more that willing. Bull had some more lube, so he coated my cock and I poked my meat at Wills' hole. He moaned the second my cock head touched his anus. He was ripe. "Fuck him hard!" Bull ordered. I didn't. I took my time and eased my cock into the president's quivering body. He was very tense and nervous as I stretched his hole. He fought me, but suddenly my knob popped through the ass ring and into his rectum. Bull gave him little bottle to sniff. I felt him relax and open up. He held the bottle to my nose and told me to take a snort. I had tried poppers once before and they hadn't done much. This time they did. It was as if my entire life had been geared to this moment when I got to fuck this man. We had something like what the call a mind meld on the Star Trek movies. Wills and I were a single sexual organism. I couldn't believe I could enjoy anything so much and I knew Wills was feeling the same. Bull was behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass. I opened my legs, so I could get deeper penetration into Wills and Bull popped my cherry. I had been uneasy about getting fucked, but this was just icing on the cake. It seemed as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have a cock rubbing my prostate as I fucked another guy. Later on I realized Bull's cock was a perfect fit for my ass. It was the missing piece of the puzzle. I wasn't fucked. I was completed.