Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2017 07:37:51 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Academics 3

Academics 3
Archangel College
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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It is no surprise that Archangel College began its life as a seminary.
Located in Weston, West Virginia, it never thrived. Founded by a wealthy
Coal Barron, it was a memorial to 36 men killed in a mine accident. It was
essentially an effort to bribe God to forgive the man for his many sins.

The College was an architecturally impressive monastery type building,
sitting on a hill top far from town. It never thrived. In West Virginia it
should have been a Southern Baptist or Methodist school. The curriculum was
mostly theological and not particularly useful for the day to day life in
coal country.

The building was large and impressive, but it never paid its own way. In
the 1960s, a particularly clever Bishop decided to dump his problematic
priests at Archangel to get them out of the way. Problematic meant acholic
or gay.  In many cases it meant acholic and gay.

God works in mysterious ways. Archangel College became a sanctuary for
troubled gay men. It was a safe place to work out problems far from prying
eyes. It became known by word of mouth, and the school thrived. It didn't
physically grow, since the buildings were big, but it expanded from 100 or
so students to 480.

The president was Father Guido LaGuardo, a Jesuit. He was thoughtful,
intelligent and a leader of men. Good Italian and Irish families tend to
have only heterosexual children.  Archangel became a respectable school for
their sons who hadn't met the right girl yet.

Fr. LaGuardo was discrete, tactful and reserved. He was a skilled
theologian and believed that Christ had replaced the hate filled messages
of the Old Testament with new visions of love and forgiveness in the New
Testament. He admitted the Church retained leftovers from the past, but
eventually it would come to his understanding of faith and love. LaGuardo
was a good preacher, and even high-ranking clerics were impressed by his
thinking.

Father LaGardo's right hand man was the Dean Sean O'Brian. He was a
phycologist. He had a special skill of finding men's strong points and
easing them away from drink and drugs. He developed an unexpectedly strong
faculty. For many the chance to be in a tolerant and open environment was
exciting and liberating. The College developed programs for the sick, poor
and elderly.

While it was never officially stated, the College acknowledged that sex was
a part of human life. If sex was non-coercive, private and not perverse it
was accepted. Pain, domination and humiliation were not tolerated.

Many of our students were above thirty. They had real life experience, but
needed to time off to reset their lives. We gave them that opportunity.
Younger students were a mix bag. They included some who were a bit too
experienced for their age and some who were terrified of their sexual
inclinations.

We were a typical, liberal arts college with a slight orientation towards
the theological. We luckily had some faculty with a scientific orientation.
They contributed to a rounded education.

We didn't provide courses in physical education, but we had a fitness
department. This was part of the sound mind and sound body tradition in the
school. Emphasis was on exercise and fitness, not team sports. Coach Don
Miller ran the program with an assistant, George Roberts. Miller was a
fifty-year-old bear, enthusiastic and energetic. George was in his late
30s, and took care of swimming. The College had a full-sized pool courtesy
of the original donor.

Exercise and fitness were not part of most of our students lives. Miller
and Roberts took care of this problem by insisting on showers after each
session. The pool was usually nude. Men who had barely moved for years
somehow decided swimming was not so bad. Miller had reworked the showers
and locker area to intimate alcoves and nooks.

Miller had worked in a commercial gym and discovered a whiff of titillation
increased men's interest in exercise. If truth be told, our nude pool, the
lockers and showers provided more than a whiff of titillation.

Most of our dormitory rooms were singles sharing a bath.  The pool showers
gave men a chance to see and meet more men.  Miller and Roberts often
showered with the students. Both men were comfortable with nudity, and that
helped the other men relax.

This casual attitude toward nudity was new for most of the students.  Most
came from very religious families, nudes were unacceptable and naked men
were even more so. The body was sinful as were sexual urges. Father
LaGuardo taught that God's creation was good, and that included the human
body.

I am Peter Noland, professor of English literature. I am a classic 90-pound
weakling, although I weigh 123, muscle-free pounds. Miller was not prone to
take no for an answer. He wanted me to get with the program. At first, I
just joined in an early morning walk round the campus. When Don discovered
I could not swim, I became George's project.

George thought swimming was a basic human skill, essential for everyone. He
could have been a prefect nagging mother; eventually I went to the pool
with six other non-swimmers. My life at the College changed dramatically
that day.

I am a good and interesting lecturer.  I have published some well received
papers on my main interest in English metaphysical poetry.  At 5'-8" I am
scrawny, hairy, and muscle free. I have always been embarrassed by my body
and I have been unwilling to let anyone see it. I have a few sexual
experiences, but that was always in the dark, and I was doing the sucking.

At the pool George did a double take when he saw my cock for the first
time. I thought he was shocked by my ugly body. I guessed wrong about
that. I later found out I had the biggest cock he had seen in the flesh.
He wasn't shocked; he was attracted to it.

At the next swimming lesson, Don joined in and came with us to observe. He
was nude too and I was relieved that he was hairier than I am. His cock was
thick, but mine was longer. Both Don and George were equally attentive to
each student. I wasn't singled out for any special attention. George did
brush his hand on my cock, but that might have been accidental.

In the showers Tim, one of the younger members of the swimming class,
showered next to me. We were alone in one of the alcoves. Tim had trouble
not looking at my cock as often as he could steal a glance. He was
half-hard.  George was in the next alcove talking with the men there.  I
was surprised when Don joined us.

"I see you men are getting along well," he said as looked at Tim's cock.
Tim turned beet red and his cock became fully erect. "Don't worry, we are
all men here," Don added. George and the men with him finished their
showers and went to the locker room.

"There is nothing wrong with natural reactions. We all get excited once and
a while," Don continued.

"Does this happen to you?" Tim whispered.

"It does. When I was younger it usually happened at the most inopportune
time possible. At my age now, I would be glad if it happened more," Don
said. "I'm afraid that Pete has the Mount Everest of cocks. It can't help
but be inspirational." I was my turn to turn red and get erect.

"Don, you've got a call," George yelled from the other room.

"Sorry, I've got to go, let's talk about this later," Don said as he left.

Don came to see me after classes the next day. "There is a lot more to you
than meets the eye," he said.

"What did you expect? I asked.

"Less than half that what you had. George told me you were a big boy, but I
thought he was exaggerating," Don said. "I had heard you were a good,
inspirational teacher. I assumed we didn't have anything in common. I
hadn't guessed you were horse hung. Is there any chance we have shared
interests? I am interested. Poor George is obsessed."

"Are you only interested in my cock?" I asked.

"Let me put it this way. Sometimes you meet a man you like and he has an
attached cock. You have a cock with an attached man. You can't take one
without the other. I know that is shallow and superficial, but every
encounter can't be true love," Don said. "I don't think we would become
lovers, but we could be friends with a lot of sex included. There are worse
relationships."

"I don't really know what a lot of sex is?" I said.

Don smiled. "I have some strong opinions on that subject, but I have a
feeling that connecting with you would open up some new vistas on the
subject," Don said. "I know George has a much more limited experience."

"You haven't given him lessons?" I asked.

"We are friends, but I don't rush things," I would hate to lose him as a
friend if I went too far," George explained. We talked a little longer and
he left.

A half-hour later Tim came by to see me. He was very nervous. After some
small-talk, he got down to business. "Did I disgust you in the showers
yesterday?" he asked.

"No, not at all. As Coach Miller said, we are all men. We feel much the
same emotions," I said.

"I didn't want to feel them," he said.

"Tim, I'm afraid that we don't have much control over our emotions. We
usually can't control them. That may be doubly so when it comes to sexual
emotions," I said. "Wanting to feel differently doesn't erase the basic
feelings."

"I was really excited to see you naked," Tom said. "I went to a Christian
School. I had rarely seen a man bare assed naked, never close up."

I smiled. "No one is born fully dressed. I know many people traditionally
associate nakedness and sin, but there is no rational reason for that," I
said. "Many cultures weren't worried about it." We talked longer and Tim
relaxed. He assumed nudity was a sin. I told him that I would concentrate
on treating people well, and being kind and fair to all. "Jesus stated you
should do unto others as you would have them do unto you. The is the
summary of the law," I said.

The next swimming lesson went well. Two men, Bob and Howie, joined the
group and they joined Tim, George and me in the shower. Bob and Howie were
in their mid-thirties and I had a sense they had not been celibate. They
didn't pretend to avoid looking at cocks. Tim got hard again, and they were
soon semi-hard.

The other men in the next shower alcove had to go to class, so the five of
us were alone. "What in hell do you do with that thing?" Howie asked as he
looked directly at my cock. Everyone looked shocked.

"Well, I have a few ideas," George said. He dropped to his knees and gently
took my cock unto his mouth.

"Well, I could have come up with that idea on my own!" Bob said as he
laughed. He turned toward Tim. "Can I help you out?" he asked.  Tim timidly
nodded. Bob wasn't timid and Bob's lips enveloped Tim's cock head, I could
tell Tim had a hard time keeping from shooting off.

Howie noticed that too. He put his arm around Tim. "Just relax and let
nature take its course. Nothing that spurts or drools from your cock is
going to bother Bob even a little bit," Howie said, adding, "Bob never
wastes a drop of any cock juices. There is no need to clean up afterwards."

"Are you serious about that?" Tim whispered. Howie nodded and he reached
around Tim and play with his tits. That was too much for Tim and he shot
off. That was enough to set me off. I flooded George's mouth with
ejaculation after ejaculation.

Bob and George reacted as if they had just won the lottery.

They didn't just take the loads. They savored every squirt and every
drop. I discovered that Tim, like me, had never been sucked to
completion. George loved being the first. Bob almost fell in love with
Tim. Tim didn't seem to know what happened, but he knew it was good.

Ten minutes later, we were all dressed and had returned to our normal
activities. I knew the word would get out and expected a severe reprimand
from the president. That didn't happen.  I found out that Fr. LaGuardo did
not object to students and faculty "letting off" some steam. He preferred
that it be in the open. He felt there was nothing wrong with men sharing
pleasurable experiences.  He also felt secret meetings and trysts resulted
in jealousy and ill feelings. Open, public sex avoided that problem.

Bob told me that his attendance at the swimming lessons wasn't by chance.
Don and George used Howie and him to serve as spark-plugs to fire up sexual
activity. Don later told me that Bob and Howie were over sexed and they
used these events to channel their drives into more productive
directions. Don thought that George was going to explode if he didn't make
some contact with my cock. He was looking for intense personal pleasure and
I provided that.

I think Don was telling me the truth. I know that self-interest and lust
colored the men's explanations. No one had ever sucked me as I was shooting
off, and I couldn't believe anyone could have experienced what I did.

The rest of the semester was a voyage of discovery for me. I discovered
that sex is like aspirin; it never loses its effectiveness. I thought I
might bet tired of sex, but that didn't happen. The same sex act varied
depending on who I was with. It was unpredictable. An encounter with a
handsome man might be exciting, but might be bland. Ordinary men might be
more generous and adaptable.

The word was out that I was much bigger hard than soft, and that I had
gully washer orgasms. More men joined the class. George told me that sexual
curiosity was a stronger drive to exercise than a desire for better
health. My cock and I were bait.

I assumed that sex once every few weeks would be enough for me. That was a
misjudgment. Men want more sex the more they have sex. Four of five times a
week was nice, once a day was nicer.

In general, being a specialist in Metaphysical Poetry is not associated
with babe or stud magnets. It also is not associated with wealth and
fame. I hadn't earned or worked for my cock. I was born with it. Liking a
man for his cock almost defines shallow, superficiality. I knew this and
was shocked that I liked the increased attention so much. I had never
noticed admiring glances before. While the glances were mostly directed
below the belt, I was pleased. When I mentioned this to George, he told me
to go with the flow.

"I would hate to take advantage of other men for sex," I said.

"Take it from me, you aren't talking advantage of them. You are doing them
a favor." He replied. "Share the wealth! You have a lot to share."

"Some of them are young," I said.

"They are all adults, although some are more experienced than others. I
know when I was their age, I wanted more experience. More may be the wrong
word. I craved it," George said. "I was also shy, so wanting sex and
shyness are a bad combination."

"How did you get experience?"

"I was a good swimmer and was interviewed after a meet by a newspaper
reporter. He was an older, over-the-hill type. A little later I ran into
him in the parking lot. He said he wanted more information for his story,
and asked if we could talk over dinner. I said yes," George explained. "I
guessed he wanted more than a good meal.  It turned out he lived around the
corner and I went to his apartment."

"I was showering with him ten minutes later. I told him I had never done
anything. He told me that he had done it all and he gave lessons," George
continued. The reporter had been a football player and he thought he had
won the jackpot with me.

"His lessons were good?"

"Oh yes, he told me that he could take the Empire State Building up his ass
if necessary and if the Atlantic Ocean were filled with sperm he would
drink every drop. He was gentle with me, and took it slow." George said
adding. "I am not quite up to taking the Empire State Building, but the
thought has some appeal."

At the next swim lesson Tim came with a friend Newton. Tim was shy, but he
was a sophisticated man of the world compared to Newton. Newton was tall
and good looking but had a speech impediment. In the shower Bob and Howie
joined George and me.

George told Tim that it was his turn to suck me. Newton looked lost. George
told them there was room for two on my cock. Tim was still uneasy, but once
Newton's tongue touched my cock, he was downright enthusiastic. Tim licked
the edge of my cock head. Newton must have tasted the precum drooling from
my cock and went for it.

The first time that happened to me, I tried to get my tongue into the slit
to intercept the fluid. Newton must have had the same feelings about precum
as I did. Eventually, Tim got into the swing of things and shared my cock
drool with Newton. I managed to suck Newton as he sucked Tim. Cocks don't
lie, and he was into it. Tim shifted so he could suck me.

Newton was nearing an orgasm if cock juices are any indication. "I'm going
to take your load unless you tell me not too," I said. It couldn't have
been more than a few seconds before he began to spurt. His entire body
shivered and shook as he unloaded. I had taken sperm before, but this time
it felt as if I was sharing his orgasm. I don't know if joyful sperm
exists, but I felt his joy.

"No one has done that for me," Newton said in his halting speech.

"I liked it. I liked it a lot," I replied. George, Bob and Howie had been
playing together. They joined us after the first round of orgasms and we
talked. I still had a full load, and I got inspired and dropped to my knees
to suck George. Howie sucked Tim. When George shot off, I stood and looked
at the men around me. I felt at home.