Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2009 12:05:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: the Smithy 13

The Smithy 13

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.

We stopped in Marseilles and picked up some freight, then made the quick
trip to Algiers. From Algiers we were to steam to Alexandria and the Suez
canal. It became very warm as we progressed. I must admit I found this
wonderful.  I had lived my life in a cold and damp climate. The sun filled
days steaming through the blue Mediterranean seemed almost magic to me.

We were lucky on one respect. Sir Edmund, M. LeFarge and Wolf had no
attachment to the English custom of dressing for dinner and maintenance
English dress in climates that were entirely inappropriate for woolen tweed
suits. We could wear lighter cloths. The officers wore white shirts and
only work ties at dinner. When they were not on duty they wore what we
wore, pants that would have been undergarments in Jolly Old England and no
shirts at all.  The boiler room crew wore nothing at all except towels to
wipe off the sweat.

The Cleopatra was a fairly new ship, but the officers and crew were always
busy. I hadn't fully realized a steamer's boiler requires constant
attention.  For all practical purposes the boiler was a bomb continuously
on the verge of exploding. The Engineer and Mr. MacAffee were always alert
as were the stokers. He stokers were all men of what we called the lower
orders in England, but they knew full well the dangers they faced. If
anything happened they would all die horribly.

I loved Oxford, but being on the Cleopatra made me aware of an aspect of
the modern age I had not understood. At Oxford the dons taught and the
students studied if they felt like it.  No one was essential for the
operation of the University and if a Don decided to take a year off and
travel, all was well.

The Cleopatra was a sophisticated machine of the most powerful and modern
sort. It depended on men to keep it running. Every man played his role and
was essential to its smooth operation. It runs for 24 hours a day and for
weeks without a break. The officers were either on duty or on call at all
times. No officer could decide to rest and miss his watch.  The Engineer's
cabin was next to the boiler room. He was either cleaning the equipment,
fixing it, or was worried about the equipment.

At Oxford if Professor Doodleberry decided to not give his lecture on Roman
Literature of the Augustan period, there were no repercussions other than
minor inconvenience. If our Captain decided to sleep a day, the Cleopatra
was endangered. If the Engineer failed in his duty, the ship might well be
lost. It seemed to be the concept of upper class and the lower orders makes
little sense on the ship, and perhaps in much of modern life.

The trip to Algiers was fast, but we had to wait a day to load the cargo.
M. LaFarge had connections in the city and he took Wolf and me to visit a
friend.  We went to a walled house in the Arab part of the city. Knocking
on the door an Arab butler let us into a heavily landscaped courtyard. The
streets of the Arab section were hot and dusty. The courtyard was what the
garden of Eden must have been like. It was lushly planted and cool.

"M. Le Professor!" a man exclaimed. "It is a great honor the see you
again." The man was richly dressed and a nobleman of some sort.

"Sheik Osmin, I am pleased to introduce you to Graff Wolf von Babbleburg,
and Mr. Robert Fairbairn of Oxford. They are distinguished scholars and
members of our expedition."

The Sheik spoke perfect French and greeted us with multiple expressions of
gratitude that such distinguished guest would enter his humble abode. I
replied the honor was all ours.  We were strangers in a distant land and
could hardly have expected to be so courteously received in exquisite
home. I assumed extravagant language was expected and had guessed
correctly. Tea appeared with fruits and pastries.

The house bustled with servants and retainers. Several sons appeared.  I
think they were sons, but the may have been nephews or other relations. The
Sheik was tall, massive and imposing with a distinguished looking grizzled
beard and piercing brown eyes. Several older men sat to the side. Several
spoke French and the rest sat and looked at us approvingly. Apparently
M. LaFarge was partially responsible for the plant filled courtyard and the
Sheik was greatly impressed with the professor's knowledge of plants.

Two of the younger men spoke English and were interested in Oxford. Murad
and Abdul were handsome and in their late teens.  They had a English
Tutor. Their names stuck me as Ottoman, and that was the case. Murad
explained the Sheik's father had been the Ottoman ambassador or emissary to
Algiers.  He had married the daughter of local leader and inherited the
title from her family. His grand father had been a Turk, but his grand
mother was Armenian. The family was noted for its tolerance of foreigners
and of other religions. "We and our family have prospered greatly," he
said.

The house possessed a hamman, a Turkish style bath, and the Sheik asked if
we would like to use it. He winked at M. LaFarge when he asked.  I assume
the baths had pleasures other than that of the steam. The house was
palatial and straight out of the Arabian Nights.  The hamman was
extravagant.

There was elaborate tile decoration throughout the house,but the hamman was
all marble. It looked more like an emperors tomb, than a bath. The
undressing room was all gold and white, the bath itself was white and green
with purple accents. The green was Verde Antique, and the purple was
porphyry. This was as close to a Roman bath as I would ever find.

"Normally you keep you intimate parts covered, but the Sheik is a modern
man. He and his friends have a taste for younger men," the Professor
explained to Wolf and me. "I trust you aren't offended?"

I smiled. "I doubt it would be a problem," I said.

"By the way, you should tell them if you are ready to shoot off.  It is
polite," LaFarge said.  "If you take their seed you will become most
popular. This is rare in this culture, but they enjoy it. It is rare, but
very exciting for them."

Wolf smiled and said, "I may well become a most popular man."

The hammam was hot of course, but the pool was cool.  It was fed by a deep
well. The combination of Turkish, Arab and Armenian traits made for
handsome and masculine men.

There were ten to fifteen men in the bath from time to time. Some were just
bathing; others were there for more complete relaxation. The Sheik was with
five men who I took as his brothers. Actually, two were brothers, one an
Uncle and the rest were cousins. Murad and Abdul attended as did several
other younger men who spoke only Arabic.

They ranged from being quite hairy to being downright gorilla like. The
sheik, a cousin and Murad had thick coats of curly black hair. I assumed
that was the Armenian part of their heritage. We were uncut, which was a
curiosity for them. The younger men were partially excited, and two were
fully erect. That didn't cause any embarrassment.  Indeed it seemed to
generate favorable comment from the older men.

Both Wolf and I were soon at half staff. The caused smiles and approving
looks.  There was nothing rushed about the time in the hamman.  It
apparently was a part of everyday life for the men. The Sheik sat next to
me.

"Sheik Osmin, your house is magnificent," I said.

"M. Fairbairn, you must call me Osmin. There is no need to be formal in the
bath!"

"I am Robert to my friends and I would be great pleased if you would
consider me a friend," I replied, then we talked hydraulics. He was most
interested since water was a precious commodity in this desert land. He
knew much on the subject.

Clothes make a man they say, but Osman needed no clothes to be manly.  He
was an ox of a man, thick and solid. When he was covered in his robes, I
would have guessed he was fat.  Nude it was clear he was a powerful man.
He bulky frame was all bone and muscle.  In some respects he reminded my of
Ralph, the Smithy, except Osmin was taller and more hairy. His cock was
similar, but I guessed it would be larger when erect.  He remained soft as
he sat next to me.  I was still semi erect.  He liked that.

"Some English men are so shy, they try to hide their excitement," he
said. "I see you are not one of those men. You are a manly man yourself.
So many favor the boys."

"I find older men attractive. Some say I am of a serious disposition and I
tend to seek out mature men," I said.

Osmin reached over an stroked my cock. "I can see you are attracted," he
said. "You are attractive too. My grand father liked taking his guests to
the hamman. Of course there was no way to conceal a weapon in the baths. He
had lived in Constantinople for too many years to be unaware of that
advantage. It was even more useful here in Algiers. Allah is great, but he
had not been able to stamp out treachery."

"I am afraid neither Jesus nor Buddha succeeded in that task either," I
said.

Osmin nodded. "In the bath men can neither conceal treachery, nor their
passions."

"Was your grand father a passionate man?"

He nodded again. "He must have been.  His wife was Armenian and a
Christian, so multiple wives was impossible. She bore him eight children,
all sons. I am afraid our seed is potent in the extreme and he didn't want
to wear her out.  In the hamman he found enjoyment that did not disrupt the
domestic harmony. Here it it easy to find men who shared his interests and
passions."

"My mother was frail and delicate," I said. "I can appreciate that. Your
father shared the same tastes?"

"Yes he did. My mother was the only child of the leader of a great clan. By
getting married to my father there was no threat of her becoming a
secondary wife. My father treated her with the greatest respect and
affection. He became the clan leader when his father in law died. He too
knew the value of the hamman."

"He liked it both for the protection it provided and the enjoyment it
gave?" I asked.

Osmin nodded.  I glanced around the steamy room. Wolf was with two older
men.  He was sucking one as the other sucked him. M. LaFarge was with Murad
and an Uncle.  They were sharing the professor's huge organ. I reached over
and fondled Osmin's cock.

"You are a handsome young man," he said.  "And not shy!"  He was smiling. I
didn't know what was expected in this exotic culture. I had been with Ali
and Abdul at the Duke's Chateau, but Osmin was a man of rank.

As I fondled his cock and balls, Osmin whispered, "Often it takes the soft
mouth of a young man to wake it up."  It was my turn to smile. His sexual
equipment was partially concealed in his thick bush, but just his head was
a mouthful. He was only semi erect, but I tasted some of his ball juices
immediately. All was well.

I assumed he was a top, like Ali the only other Arab man I knew.  Osmin was
sitting on a marble bench and I was on the floor as I sucked him. My ass
hole was exposed. "My Uncle Ali would like to penetrate you," Osmin said.
"He is a nice man and most gentle."

"I think I would enjoy your member," I said.

He laughed, "That will come in time!" he said. "I am big.  "It is best if
my relatives prepare the way. You will enjoy it more." I spread my legs so
my hole was more exposed. Ali was a white haired man who was a slightly
smaller version of the Sheik. He rubbed some oil into my hole and them
slowly eased his cock deep into me.  I had not focused on Ali and was
pleasantly surprised. When I said he went deep, I understated the case. He
was gentle too.  It was more of a genital massage than a fucking.

As he went deeper, Osmin got more excited. His cock was monumental, both
long and thick.  I felt Ali twitching and ejaculating in my ass. When he
pulled out another cock immediately replaced him. "Robert, my father-in-law
wants you too."  Osmin's father in law was shorter than Ali, but much
thicker. He definitely was a fucker, but Ali's load lubricated my insides
well.

The flow of juices from Osmin's balls was reaching a flood stage. I glanced
up at him.  He looked calm, collected and serene. He would have been a good
card player.  His face betrayed no trace of his state of arousal. The
father in law had an extended and vigorous orgasm. With each ejaculation he
rammed me hard and must have shot a dozen spurts. I felt the seed squirting
from his cock like a miniature fire hose. He collapsed on top of me,
exhausted.

"My dear Robert, you have inspired my father-in-law.  The last time he did
this was when he first played with Murad!" Soon I was on my back on a bench
with my legs on Osmin's wide shoulders. He cock was fully erect and the
cock head was nuzzled in my hole.

"My friends did their jobs well,"he said. "Seed is dripping from your ass."
He made a quick, hard thrust and he was in. With a second thrust the curly
hairs of his bush tickled my ass. I almost passed out in ecstasy. I became
a passive man whose sole purpose was to respond to Osmin's cock and react
to his every movement.

Wolf and M. LaFarge later told me I was magnificent.  I thought I could do
nothing, but react to Osmin's member, but they said I was a full
participant. Had I been able to think, I would have recoiled from this
subservient role. Wolf told me I had done well. Osmin and his friends saw
me as the perfect guest.  In a society in which traditions centuries older
than Islam were important, the Sheik was a guarantor of fertility and his
sexual prowess was of great importance.

The sheik was getting older and had reached the time men's sexual functions
often diminish. He demonstrated his manliness with me. Not only had he
fucked me to the moon and back, I was a European. There was considerable
unhappiness with the creeping colonial expansion of France in North
Africa. That I, a European, was the Sheik's sexual plaything was noted with
approval.

It was time for us to return to the ship, but Osmin asked if we could stay
for the night. This was fine with us. The Sheik dispatched a messenger to
the Cleopatra to see when the ship would sail. The messenger returned with
the words that the was to sail at 6:00. the next evening. We stayed as the
Sheik's guests.

We had a grand feast that evening. The guests were all male.  The women of
the household were at a rural home, leaving only the male servants and
relatives in the town mansion. The food was good and the men cheerful. That
night Professor LaFarge slept with Murad and Abdul. Wolf was with one of
the uncles and two nephews.

I spent the night with Osmin and his brother, Hussein.  Hussein had arrived
just after the feast, and could easily have passed as Osmin's twin. He
seemed aloof during the feast and his actions odd. LaFarge came to me and
whispered, "Hussein is blind." Hussein was an educated man and spoke
English and French well. He was polite and seemed shy.

When we went to bed, Osmin told me Hussein was his favorite brother and a
close advisor. "Alas, blindness excludes him from most social life," Osmin
explained. "The superstitious believe it is a divine curse and shun him
when he is not in my presence."

"He is a handsome man," I said. "Almost as handsome as you."

Osmin smiled. "In some ways he is more impressive than me," he
whispered. "I think we three might have a good time tonight."

I know you should like a man for what he is rather than for any particular
characteristic.  Hussein was a nice enough man, but the prospect of his
being more impressive than Osmin was exciting. The reality was more
exciting than I had suspected.

When we got to the bed chamber, Osmin left and I was alone with Hussein. I
disrobed. "Osmin said you are a handsome man," he said. "He tries to find
me friends to sport with.  It is not necessary.  I am content." He stripped
off his robe. He was slightly shorter than Osmin, his chest was hairy.  I
stroked his chest hair. He liked that.

"I am content with my situation.  There is no need for you to please me for
Osmin's sake," he said.  I slipped my had into his loin cloth. There was no
need to talk any more. I was odd to be with a man who hadn't seen me. I led
him to the bed and removed his loin cloth. The second my lips touched his
member, he was erect.

Like Osmin, his juices were all ready flowing. Unlike Osmin, he wanted to
suck my organ. He licked it a few times.  "Once I enjoyed looking at
cocks," he said.  "Now it is the taste I love," he said. He licked my cock
as if it were a rare delicacy. I sucked him as he sucked me, coaxing the
sweet fluid from his balls. His cock was as thick as Osmin's fater-in-law
but as long as Osmin. Hussein was relaxed and unrushed. Osmin rejoined us.

Osmin lubricated my ass and then guided his brother's organ to my
hole. Soon I was squirming on it. Osmin fed me his cock and felt a bit like
a roast suckling pig on a spit. The night dissolved into a sexual haze. At
one point I was skewered on Osmin's cock and he fucked me to an orgasm as
Hussein sucked up my seed.

Later Hussein returned the favor and screwed we until Osmin got to eat my
sperm.  I was afraid Osmin would have little to taste after mt spectacular
orgasm earlier, but I was wrong. I had thought my balls were drained, but
Osmin got a mouthful.  Later Osmin fucked me as I sucked Hussein and I took
his brother's seed. It was more than a mouthful. Osmin told me to save
it. He pulled out of my ass, flipped me over and kissed me long and
hard. As he did, he sucked Hussein's cum from my mouth.

During the course of the night, the two brothers neither sucked nor fucked
each other. I was the conduit for their passion. Apparently I was the proxy
that allowed them to have sex together without violating a taboo against
incest.

Needless to say, I also took Osmin's seed and fed it to Hussein. After that
I fucked both of them.  I hadn't expected Osmin to open his ass for me. He
did it with obvious pleasure. Hussein was to my rear and fucked me again.
That is when Osmin got very excited. I realized in Osmin's mind, Hussein
was fucking him, not me.  I acted as an extension on Hussein's huge cock. I
fell asleep early in the morning and woke early unexpectedly refreshed.

We had to get back to the ship, so we dressed and said good bye. Osmin gave
us gifts and letters of introduction to other members of his family in
Alexandria and Constantinople. "Show this to any official if you need
help," he explained.

Back on the Cleopatra, I discussed the night with Wolf and M. LaFarge. Wolf
had much the same experience with Murad and Abdul.  LaFarge explained that
for all practical purposes we were members of Osmin's family now, and
members of the clan, he had a similar experience with Osmin's father and
uncle years earlier.

"You were found worthy to be the receptor and transmitter of their seed,"
the Professor said. "Had you been a woman, you would be a wife now.  As a
male you are an honored brother. The Osmin's are powerful and wealthy, a
letter from them with his seal is of great value, especially in difficult
times."