Date: Sat, 19 May 2018 07:52:09 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Agency  7

The Agency 7
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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

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Case 7:  The Tidwell Club

Edmund Tidwell was wealthy all but unknown man. His fortune derived from
wire. Wire was the humblest of materials, but with the development of the
telegraph, telephone and electric lights, it has become a basic element of
these new industries. Tidwell made wire but more importantly he discovered
ways to insulate it from water and how to avoid electric shocks from the
transmitted electricity. Thousands and eventually millions of miles of wire
crisscrossed the nation and the world.

He was an astute businessman and he purchased property for his factories
well in advance of the need. He used some sites for factories, but others
were simple real estate developments. England was booming as it approached
the new century.

Tidwell was shy and retiring and was known as a private person. He personal
relationships were with men and some tended to be intimate. These
relationships were warm, friendly and mutually enjoyable. In 1890, he
bought a hunting lodge in Scotland where he entertained his friends far
away from prying eyes. This was enjoyable for all. This met his needs for
several weeks in the summer, but Edmund realized a similar retreat near
London would be desirable.

Tidwell's background was humble, and he had enjoyed the company of working
men. Professionally tended to associate with wealthy men who made their
mark through hard work and a knack for clever inventions. His intimate
friends were direct in expressing their interest in gathering for intimate
activities.  In London that meant a club. Most upper-class men were members
of traditional clubs. Tidwell had aquired a failed athletic club in London
that would be a suitable site.

One of his closest friends, Col. Jamerson, owned a steamship Company,
expressed himself directly. "We don't need another men's club. I have a
good chef, and I can talk about finance or politics at my club. I want
physical pleasure. I want a place where I can achieve sexual relief with
like-minded men." The other men involved in the discussion were shocked at
his directness, but eventually they agreed with Jamerson's assessment.

Tidwell and other wealthy men would support the new club financially.  They
agreed that men who were less well off could join if they tended to be
sexually generous. There were ten founding members and that number soon
grew to 25, with the addition of friends and friends of friends. The new
group was called the Chelsea Athletic Club located west of Chelsea in the
former club building.

I am Rudyard Phillips and became an associate member. I was a friend of
Col. Jamerson. I thought that the CBC would be made up of millionaires,
actors and few working men. I should not have thought that the men who
enjoyed sexual activity were limited to a specific class or
profession. There were actors, priests, professors, stone masons, athletes,
builders and doctors. I also thought that the number of men who thought of
themselves as being sexually generous would be small. That wasn't the
case. Few men had the opportunity to be sexually generous, but many were
willing, should the opportunity arise. The purpose of the club was
sexual. When presented with a potential for sex, few men say no.

While, few members indulged in a broad range of sexual activities, most all
were willing to learn new skills. The club employed Dr. George Wills as the
club physician. He was had an interest in intensifying orgasmic
responses. His best friend was an Indian Doctor, Ram Sidrath. Ram was fully
acquainted with eastern sexual practices and wondered if Europeans were
able to experience pleasure using Indian Techniques. They formed a little
sub-group of men willing to experiment. They called it the Saturday Morning
Group. It began with ten or twelve members, but quickly grew to 30-40 men.

When I talk about the men in the club, it may sound as if I am uninvolved
and distant. That was very much not the case. I am interested in sex, more
than generous with other men and interested in new experiences.

My involvement in the club greatly intensified when some of the wealthiest
members had their homes burgled while they were at the club. Some assumed
poorer club members were the perpetrators.  I made no such
assumptions. High status men with gambling debts or poor investments would
go to great lengths to maintain their status.

While the first robberies were quite small, this alarmed the patrons. I
volunteered my services to the club, along with several of my men. My
bearish masseur, Barnabas; Jamie, the boy toy, and a new operative, Luigi,
an Italian muscle man helped me. Luigi was an accountant with a superb
memory. He kept track of who was at the club and who was not at the club
during robberies.

To justify spending more time at the club I increased my involvement with
the Saturday Morning Group. I was interested in new experiences and was
willing to volunteer for demonstrations. Ram was well equipped, and he
attracted several other well-hung members. Ernest was a stevedore, Grayson
was a priest and Stephan was a waiter in a fine restaurant. The largest man
was Robert, who owned a private bank.

I arranged to have a special demonstration on Thursday night with the big
men and selected bottoms. Generally, the Club discouraged watchers, but
Dr. Wills thought that voyeurs and exhibitionists deserved to be satisfied
as well as other sexual preferences. He also believed that watching sex
would encourage more participation. He thought it was healthier when sex
included physical, and indeed genital contact. but observing got the ball
rolling.  To quote him directly, "It would get the balls churning, and the
cocks rising."

The demonstration was in a small room with limited capacity, so you had to
sign up. I planned to have a man watching each attendee's house. They would
see who turned up and follow them.

The first exhibitionist event was with Earnest, the stevedore, Grayson, the
priest and me. Earnest was muscular and smooth, except for beaver sized
beard and an unruly pubic bush. Grayson looked like a medieval saint in
clerical garb. Under the robes he had a pelt and a cock that belonged in an
anatomical museum. The cock was so impressive that you barely noticed his
massive, low hanging balls.

Ernest was direct and said that he had to exercise his tool regularly to be
happy. That the man taking his tool enjoyed it was nice, but not necessary
for his enjoyment.  As a young man, Grayson had been appalled when he gave
into his balls' demands. The men at the club regarded his tool as a
blessing and a gift, not a curse. At the club, he had been able to find
total sexual release in another man's ass for the first time.

That ass had been mine. He shot off so deep in me I could almost taste his
spewing seed. I had shot off hand's free as he fucked me. That was a first
for him, and it exited him. For the first time he realized a man could
enjoy his cock. Many men had similar discoveries at the club. For many joy
replaced guilt.

Thirteen men came to watch me take Ernest and Grayson. Little Tom was just
curious. He was the son of a titled country squire. Phillip, Max and DeWitt
knew of their interest in size. For the other men, the interest was secret
from them. They had the interest but did not admit it to themselves. I knew
that Nigel and Conrad believed their asses were too tight to even think
about taking the monster cocks.

My masseur, Barnabas, told me that were more open than they thought, and
that it had not taken a crowbar to get into their holes.  I knew that
virginity was more of a mental attitude for some men than a reality. They
thought they strayed once and a while. That "once and a while" became a
regular event did not change their fantasy view of their own virginity.

Ernest was a crude fucker. He coated his cock in lubricant, shoved it in my
ass and pounded away. He had a great time. He possessed a huge knob on a
long, comparatively thin shaft. The knob barely made it though my
sphincter, but once it was in, it felt good. He shot off a huge load that
lubricated my entire back end. Ernest was enthusiastic and didn't possess a
shy bone in his body. He moaned, and his body shivered with each
ejaculation.

His cock was big, crude and friendly. I could feel him squirting in me. He
enjoyed it so much I enjoyed it too. When he pulled out, some of his excess
sperm drained from my ass. The watchers gasped. Cocks don't lie, and sperm
has only one tale to tell.

Grayson took Ernest's place. He was slow and deliberate. For him man sex
was almost a ritual. His tool was a foot long and thick. His earliest
experiences in the seminary had been painful. He hated that; he knew his
cock could be an instrument of torture in the wrong ass. Little Tom had
ejaculated into a glass and poured it on the oversized tool. Grayson liked
sperm lubricant and Little Tom was his favorite supplier. It was a small
room with seventeen men in it. We were all close.

Nigel stepped forward. "Grayson, do you like it when it's still warm?"
Nigel asked as he stroked his tool. Before Grayson could answer, Nigel
popped and sprayed his load on the cock.

"That is good," Grayson said as his pushed his knob into me. He didn't stop
pushing until he was deep in me.

The small room was getting hot, the men were excited. These were
conventional men who were not accustomed to group sex. They expected to see
me with Ernst and Grayson, but seeing Little Tommy and Nigel shooting off
was unexpected. The men were all erect and in the tight quarters, their
tools were touching.

I was on my back with my legs open, so they could see Grayson's cock
working my hole. Grayson was tender and gentle. I had the feeling that he
was worshiping my ass and preparing to make an offering. When he began to
squirt, Grayson lost his reserve and clearly relished each
ejaculation. Several other men seemed to feel the same way and I felt
splattering sperm on my body. After Grayson ejaculated, he pulled out and
several men unloaded their man seed in me.  Eventually, the group broke
up. The men were entirely satisfied by the event.

The homes of two of the men at the party had been burgled that night. One
of the burglars went to his lodgings, left the loot there and then went off
to a pub. The other man went to a house in Mayfair. My man had the
address. Luigi knew it was the address of Sir Willard Runcorn, the youngest
son of the Duke of Somerset.

Sir Willard was an active member of the club and seemed to be sexually
insatiable. He also had a fondness for cards and horses. I didn't know him
other than by sight. He associated exclusively with men of greater rank.

I am not a follower of Mr. Morris's socialists and even less of Mr. Marx's
communists, but I have been unable to determine a man's politics by his
cock or man seed. The distribution of sexual organs and skills seems to be
entirely unrelated to rank. A man can enjoy men of any rank, but
association with only one class or rank suggests a lack of imagination.

Col. Jamerson was the current Chairman of the club and I told him about Sir
Willard. He was not entirely surprised. He had heard things about Sir
Willard from his valet. Jamerson treated this as just servant's gossip.

"To tell you the entire truth, Rudyard, my valet George is a good judge of
character, and always level headed. I think I have done him an injustice,"
Jamerson admitted. I asked if I could speak with George.

The next morning, I met with George. He was the third generation of his
family to serve the Jamerson's. He was also the sort of man I would
hire. He had a firm understanding of the difference between fact,
probability and rumor. He told me Runcorn was involved with a fast
crowd. He had two skills, drinking too much and spending money. His only
approach to making money was gambling. He had no skills for cards and a bad
eye for the horses.

"I must confess that while my mother believed that everyone is put on this
earth for a reason, Sir William might be an exception to that rule," George
said. "He treats his people badly."

"Do you know any of his associates?" I asked.

"Lord March is a companion," George said. "A man named Edmond Petty is
mentioned. The name describes the man, I am told."

I knew of Petty. Petty was a loan shark. He was believed to be a connection
between desperate members of the aristocracy and criminal types. He was
said to be related to the suicide of Lady Elizabeth Gardiner. She was deep
in debt and had squandered her husband's inheritance. He was now in
Australia hoping to rebuild his fortune.

I thanked George for his information.

"Is there a problem with Col. Jamerson?"  he asked.

"I suspect that Col. Jamerson will be a part of the solution, not the
problem," I said. George looked relieved. After the conversation, I
returned to the club and encountered Robert, the horse hung banker. I asked
if he knew Sir Willard.

Robert smiled. "I think he would be best described by saying he is an
admirer, but not a partaker," Robert said. "He all but drools, but he has
never drunk from the spigot of life.  He once asked me for a loan, but he
didn't own the buildings he said were assets. My accountant said the assets
were confused. That is the polite way to say they are falsified." Robert
was a member of the Board and he knew of my investigation.  I told him of
my suspicions.

"I have known Sir Willard for years and know his family well. The family is
ancient, distinguished, and notably unimaginative," Robert explained. "Sir
Willard is the black sheep and is usually described as a stupid ass. By
definition, an aristocrat is entitled, Willard has an inflated view of his
importance combined with a tendency to be rude and offensive."

"Why is here in this club?" I asked.

"He is sexually generous to men of rank," Robert replied. "I think he was
often the first man to open his arse for the pleasure of his betters. He
was the first man many fucked. He is always available to serve. If you
can't find a man to screw, Sir Willard is available and willing."

I mentioned Mr. Petty. "Oh dear," Sir Willard has been trolling the bottom
of a fetid pond," Robert exclaimed. "That is bad news indeed."

Robert personally owned his bank and was cash source for temporally
cash-strapped important persons. It was said that included the Prince of
Wales. He charged comparatively modest interests rates, rates that were
high, but not grotesque. Robert was proud of his oversized sex organ. Like
his interest rates, it was regarded as large, but not grotesque.

I sent a second person to watch Sir Willard's house and kept my man
watching the other burglar's lodging. At my office they found a notice that
Willard was looking for a house maid. We sent our Miss Cowper to
respond. She was the sister of one of our men and interested in
adventure. She knew that most homes would go to a reputable service for
household help. They would check references and the character of maids and
footmen. If Sir Willard was advertising, there was a good chance the
services had rejected him. There was a problem there. No one notices maids.

At the club I met with a Mr. Fellows and his friend Talbert. Fellows was a
senior inspector and Talbert was a constable at the yard.  They were very
close, and associated only with each other, except when Talbert felt an
urge to warm his tool in a warm, tight bum. Fellows did not perform that
service, but he understood the urge. Fellows would select someone to take
Talbert's tool. Since I had known Fellows for years and am entirely
trustworthy I was a preferred mate. We tended to exchange information as
well as bodily fluids.

Fellows was a thin, tall, intellectual detective who dealt with complex
crimes. Talbert was a beefy man who Boxed in the Police league. He fucked
the way he boxed, and he had considerable stamina. Fellows was always
present when we fucked. I was on my back, sucking Fellows as Talbert worked
me over.

I asked Fellows what he knew about Sir Willard and Petty. "Willard is best
known as a victim. He frequents low gambling dens and is cheated. Some men
of that sort turn to crime to pay off debts," he said. "Petty is a greased
pig, suspected of much but never caught. He claims to run a service
collecting debts for legitimate businesses. That included loans and
gambling debts. When I mentioned pigs, I should add that pigs have much
higher moral standard than Mr. Petty."

Talbert was pounding me at a good rate. He liked long sessions and tried to
hold back the orgasm. Fellows was well beyond half-staff. When I licked his
cock head, I tasted the sweet drool that indicated that he was excited. He
continued to give me useful information on Petty. His cock drool increased
as Talbert picked up the pace.

Talbert was an adequate, but not exciting fucker until he reached the
climatic event. His cock exploded like a fire hose. It was as if he were
trying to shoot his sperm through my body. He had multiple ejaculations and
then pulled out slowly. Fellows quickly took his place. I think he began
spurting as soon as his cock head cleared my sphincter adding his seed to
Talbert's cream. Fellows looked blissful.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked. Fellows smiled. Fellows was a Scot
and didn't admit to affection or intense feelings. Cocks can't hide intense
feelings. I suspected that Fellows was comfortable since his physical
explosion was hidden in the confines of my bum. Talbert came over to him
and kissed his cheek. I felt a final spurt.  Only he and I knew of the
intensity of his feelings for Talbert.

The Yard was on the case the next day. Many small incidents fell into place
with my information, and they found several other similar situations with
Athletic Clubs and Political groups.

I was plotting a trap. We would have second exhibition for the wealthier
members. That should inspire Willard. We would observe the members houses
and hoped to bag them all the miscreants, preferably after they took the
loot to Willard or Petty. Our guests would include Edmund Tidwell,
Col. Jamerson. Dr. Ram Sidrath, Robert and one of Robert's friends,
Stevenson Galbreath, an industrialist.

Ernest, Grayson, Stephan, the waiter, and Barnabas would the tops. Little
Tom was to add some variety, and I would bottom along with Lord
Boxley. Jamerson asked if he could bring Lord Boxley. He was one of the
younger members. He was wealthy and all of London was talking about the
expense of his new residence. Dr. Sidrath was to suggest more imaginative
sexual combinations. Four other men filled out the group as the
audience. We were in the same small room as before, so there was much
physical contact.

Stephan connected with Stevenson. Stevenson was a gorilla type man who
owned a bridge building firm. Stephan was slim and elegant with a matching
cock. Ram had taught Stephan some new tricks and Stevenson got to enjoy
them.

Boxley was a polite, small and delicate looking man. Unexpectedly
Col. Jamerson went for him. He was a thickset, heavy man covered in ginger
hair. With a massive beard he looked like a Highland Chieftain. Boxley
looked at him in admiration and dropped to his knees to worshiped
Jamerson's cock. Five minutes later Boxley was squirming on Jamerson's
thick tool. There was nothing small or delicate about his cock, but Boxley
loved it.

While this was supposed to be a demonstration of fucking techniques, the
men who were supposed to be the audience joined in the sexual melee. Edmund
connected with Little Tom. Ram advised them on possible ways to
connect. Ram Sidrath, was a tall, imposing man with somewhat European
features and dark skin. He had a big beard, a hairy chest and impressive
equipment. He was comfortable wearing only a turban and an erection.

Sex in India was more inventive that in England. While it was different and
seemed odd to most Englishmen, sex has some built in attractions that often
seems to overrule any squeamishness. Ram introduced many to new techniques.

Grayson and Robert collaborated on discovering every possible way to
jointly fuck me. With the audience Robert was shy. He had been brought up
to fear nudity and fear exposing his genitals. At the club, his cock
garnered admiration but few had seen it hard and in use. This admiration
turned into outright enthusiasm as the organ grew to full size. By the time
he came to this party, he recognized that nudity flattered him, and his
genitals were impressive. At the party he realized they generated massive
pleasure for him and his friends.

He soon discovered that what he had considered to be sexual pleasure was
but a simple biscuit compared to the multi course banquet that is sex. if
you relaxed and let your cock do the thinking for you, all was well. the
small room made it impossible to stand back and be aloof. Cocks can not be
aloof. The evening was good for all of us.

The evenings burglaries produce all the results one could have hoped
for. Being caught in the act made trials unnecessary. Sir William and Petty
were not known for paying well. Their underlings were willing to turn in
their superiors. The Petty gang was much larger than I had thought, and the
gang was at the center of a huge number of crimes and criminal activities.

A week later I was with Robert and Col Jamerson engaging in pre-orgasmic
sex. This was one of Ram's techniques. We were erect, and our tools were
dripping, but we were trying to avoid the sperm climax. This extended the
sexual pleasure and eventually increased the intensity of the orgasm.

"After fifty years of hiding my sexual interests, it is hard to believe we
are naked and playing with our privates." Robert said.

"Doing it in a room with lights is a shock for me. There were adventures in
the dark in dormitory rooms at school," Jamerson remarked. "Everyone knew
what was going on but pretended they didn't know."

"Both of you are well equipped," I said. "It's nice that you can share the
wealth."

"I think you are the first man to enjoy my cock," Robert remarked. "It
seemed to be painful for most men. I was giving you pleasure as I worked up
to my own orgasm. It was lovely, my cock was a welcome guest, not an
invader. With you I could relax and enjoy the sensations."

"There were boys at school who enjoy hurting the boys they didn't like,"
Jamerson said. "Looking back, I realize they always went for the smaller
boys. I thought they were being manly. They were bullies. I also thought
sex was all one way. I never gave a thought to my partner until I joined
this club." In fifteen minutes, Jamerson was moaning as my cock probed the
dark inside of his ass. He began to twitch and spew his creamy seed.

Robert leaned over to catch Jamerson's load in his mouth. I shot off and
pulled out. I had a sense that Robert was needy, so I dropped to my knees
and as my tongue touched his bloated cock head, he released his man seed.