Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2023 15:44:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Winthrop <winarch47@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Academy

The Academy
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 By and is not a sex manual, or
a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to
winarch47@yahoo.com.


My great-grandfather founded the Eastmont Academy in 1806, it was a school
for the children of the area. The school was popular and due to the
location of Eastmont, it developed into a college. The town became a known
for its secluded and heathy location and it attracted families from the
more populated areas of New England as summer retreat, and as a place that
was a safe refuge from the disease outbreaks that afflicted larger
cities. A railroad reached Eastmont in 1848, and some wealthy families made
it their permanent homes. With the train and the telegraph, gentlemen could
be retired and keep in touch with their businesses.

Eastmont Academy became a college, it built dormitories for men. My Aunt
Elizabeth and the widowed ladies of Eastmont provided rooms for women at
the school. This was quite unusual. My father claimed that no man had ever
confronted or offended Aunt Elizabeth and lived.

During the Civil War, the number of male students declined, and the number
of women increased. Of necessity women took courses in science and
mathematics.  Elizabeth insisted that the school serve women of good
character, not just ladies. This too was a boon.

I am a professor at Eastmont. I may have inherited academic interests from
my grandfather. I have degrees from m Harvard and Yale and published
several well-respected books. I am interested in many subjects so I can
teach courses in history, philosophy, French and Chemistry as necessary.

The current president of the Academy is Rufus Wilson. He is both a scholar
and able to deal with Aunt Elizabeth. His son drowned, and he wanted to
ensure all our students could swim. Rufus was much admired, and He built a
Gymnasium, with an exercise for women with a small pool, and a larger pool
for men. We had a locker room with showers. This was new and rare. The pool
was nude.

At the time one bath a week was normal for men. Keeping the pool sanitary
was important. The man who ran the gym, Bill Randolf, said that many boys
were too shy. I was Randolph's assistant when needed, I had been on the
Crew team at Harvard. There had been an accident on a pleasure boat
watching the race. I saved several men and a lady when the boat
capsized. This was covered in the newspapers. I became a local celebrity.

Bill was not a handsome man, but he was manly and masculine. He had been
badly wounded in France and had the scars to prove it.  That gave him
immediate credibility with the students. His father was a stone mason and
Bill left school early since his father needed help. His wounds made
lifting stones impossible. I knew he was a good swimmer from skinny dipping
at a pond. I had been a boy at the pond. His cock was thick and stubby. My
cock hadn't grown yet, but now it little less than seven inches.

When Bill and I showered after a swimming session, his cock grew some.  He
wasn't hard, but it looked more impressive. I noticed that, but I didn't
know my cock noticed that too.  Bill saw it, smiled and we dried off.

I knew gay men like Oscar Wilde existed. I had no idea a working-class man
could have a sexual interest in men. That was a shock to me. I had two
sisters. I didn't think of women as being sexual object. I woke up in the
middle of the night and realized Bill's cock excited me. I thought that was
just an odd dream. A few days later I knew it hadn't been a dream.

The boys wanted to hear Bill's war stories. He was reluctant, but he told
them unvarnished stories about being in the trenches of France. They had
heard romantic stories of the war. Bill's stories were not romantic. One of
the boys said that he didn't think he could do it. Bill told them that a
man does what a man must do. Most of the students knew about me and the
capsized boat. One of them said it wasn't like fighting the Germans.

"You don't get to pick where you are or what happens nearby. You take
things as they happen. A nurse in an influenza epidemic is as brave as a
soldier on the front line," Bill explained.

A few days later I was showering when Bill came in for a shower. This time
I definatly had an erection. Bill glanced toward me and saw my cock.

"Sorry about that," I said.

"No need to be sorry," he said. "I like the view."

"It's embarrassing," I said.

Bill came closer and said, "You have a beauty." He reached out and pushed
my foreskin back and stroked my cock.

"I am afraid I am going to shoot," I said in a whisper. Bill dropped to his
knees, took my cock head into his mouth, and took my load. I almost cried
it was so good. A few seconds we were showering. The remains of my orgasm
were flowing into the drain.

"We need to talk," Bill said. I nodded.

A few days later Bill was walking past my house, and I waved at him. "Would
you like some coffee, I asked. He came in. My oldest sister was living in
the family home with her husband, and four children. With twin boys and two
girls, they needed the house more than I did.

"Are you okay with what we did in the showers?" he asked.

"I have never felt anything like that before," I said. "I don't know if I
should like it so much."

"I loved it!" Bill said. "I learned a lot of things in France. Some were
good and some were bad. I realize that you need to take every opportunity
to feel pleasure. There may not be a second chance. I had a good buddy,
Johnny. We were pals.  We traded sperm several times. It was great. He is
dead. I don't know if I will ever find anyone like him again. If I told you
I could almost taste his cum when I took your load, would you be insulted?"

"No, not at all," I replied. "I am not sure I could be what you want. Are
you talking about sex?"

"I am," Bill replied. "I don't think you can separate sex from the man you
are having sex with."

"Do you want to get naked and see what happens?" I asked, "Your naked body
excites me."

Scars and all?"  he asked.  I nodded.

I am a reserved and timid man. I lived in my family's hometown. I worked
for the college my grandfather founded and everyone knew me and who I was
minutes after my birth. I didn't know what might happen, but I didn't
care. I suspecter I would be sucking a man's cock and drinking he sex
juices. I also suspected Bill would shove his cock into my ass and release
his nan seed into me. It was a bold and unexpected way to act.

I didn't think Bill would hurt me, but I knew is cock was big and thick. I
didn't know if there was any way to get it into me without pain.

I thought the way I always think. I worried about all the possible
problems. In all my calculations, I left out one item. I had no idea about
the possibility of sexual pleasure. I didn't have a way to anticipate the
way a man's tongue would feel as it caressed my dick head. I didn't guess
what a spurt of sperm would feel like. Would it tickle my tongue or what a
load of warm cum would feel like as it filled my mouth.

I didn't expect that my ass would open for his cock. I didn't know my
prostate was anything but a label on an illustration in an anatomy
textbook. The book didn't mention the way it felt when a cock head massaged
the prostate.

It didn't occur to me that Bill would open his ass for my sexual
explorations. Bill moaned, "Go deeper Rodney," His late friend from the
trenches Rodney. I had discovered the love trail into Bill's body. I began
to ejaculate as I pushed deeper into him. I thought it would be
embarrassing and messy. It was beautiful.

I was better than I could have dreamed had I been capable of dreams that
good.  It was better for Bill. My cock provided a final good-by from
Rodney. He told me Rodney was at peace. Bill fell asleep and I let him
rest.

I discovered an unexpected new world of pleasure. I knew that sex existed
but had thought it didn't apply to me. I thought that sex was not a part of
an academic life. Teaching at a college was more like a monastic life. Any
sexual engagement with a student was impossible.

Bill wasn't a faculty member; he was the man who taught you how to swim. He
was not a semi closeted faculty member. The sexual lives of the faculty
members were non-existent, although professor Thomas and his wife had four
children and President Wilson who had three children. I laughed to myself
and realized that for even a man as distinguished as Wilson was not able
use immaculate conception to have children.

Several weeks later Bill mentioned he had a few friends I might like. He
told me we shared some common interests. He said that his friends were
lonely. They would like to meet men who shared a common interest. I told
him I was interested.

A few days later, I was surprised when Steven O'Henry knocked on my
door. He owned a tavern that had a restaurant. While he served beer in the
bar section, the restaurant was suitable for men and women. I had known his
sons, who had done well, but his wife was an invalid, and was known to be
difficult. Steven was nearing sixty and he looked tired. He inherited the
tavern from his dad and had greatly improved the place.

"I'm Steven. Bill suggested we might get along," he said. I asked him in
and introduced myself. Had the remains of a pot of coffee so I offered him
a cup.

"I am embarrassed," he said, "I don't know how to politely proceed."

"I'm not sure either," I said. "Bill is a friend and you could say we are a
bit more than friends now. I never had an intimate friend before. I loved
it. I would like to make more friends like Bill. I have a feeling that I
would like intimate relationships with new friends."

Steven smiled. "I feel the same way. Bill told me I should warn you that
when I get excited, and some might think I go too far.

"Too far or two deep?" I asked.

Steven smiled and said, "Some men think I am too thick to be
comfortable. One man told me that I make a mess when I get over excited and
shot off in his ass. Bill told me you don't mind a little mess."

I took him on a tour of the house. My house was new and had a boiler and
radiators. It was late fall and was cold outside. Steven was surprised at
my warm house. There was a bathroom with a shower next to my bedroom. We
stripped in the bedroom.

"Bill told me you were good looking. I feel like an old man," Steven said.

I dropped to my knees and caressed his cock head with my tongue before I
swallowed his semi-erect cock. He moaned. We were soon on the bed linked
cock to mouth. While Steven was bald, his body was covered in curly red
hair. He was heavy, quite muscular but not fat. His cock was meaty; his
balls were huge, and his cock was thick and drooling.

His thick cock was a challenge, but once it was past my sphincter all was
well. Steven had a long fuse, so I spent a long time bounding and squirming
on it, when I looked at his face, he looked like a much younger man. When
he shot off it took a while to drain his balls. I felt every ejaculation.

When I got off his cock he got up, said he had to open the restaurant and
he dressed. He asked if he could visit again. I told him it had been good I
would like to do it again.

A little later I realized sex with Steven was different. His cock was big,
but once he was deep in my ass, I surrendered, relaxed, and enjoyed it. It
was great. For the first time I admitted to myself I loved sex with men. I
wasn't being used for another man's pleasure. I was enjoying the cock on my
ass as he enjoyed fucking me. I could admit I enjoyed it.

Over the next few months, I met several other men. I had a suspicion that
having a house with central heating was part of my appeal. Bill was another
part of my appeal. To be a bit crude, Bill was a man's man, and his
recommendation counted. Bill was sexually imaginative, especially compared
to the quick blowjob in the barn or in a shed.

The central heating was not my only appeal. I had admitted to myself that I
was sexually generous. Bill was generous too, but his generosity was mixed
with a common sense and good judgment. I am perceptive when it comes to
students, professors, and academic types. I can spot problems quickly. My
judgments on sexual tricksters and frauds are poor. Bill can identify a bad
egg immediately. He also can tell men who give and take from those who just
take.

Steven introduced me to August Brown. Augie ran a YMCA in Randolph City. It
was thirty miles to the north on the same railroad that served Eastmont. It
was a mill town that had several large furniture factories. The mill owners
paid for the YMCA to give their male employees something to do other than
get drunk after work.

Augie was a former boxer and circus strong man. He set up basketball teams
sponsored by the Mills and wrestling matches that were very popular and
greatly reduced the problem with drunkenness. Augie was a man's man, and no
one guessed he liked sex with men.

Augie would take the morning train to Eastmont, and then return to Randolph
City in the evening. He liked sex with men, but he loved the top. That
would not have been good at the YMCA. Augie was a big boy, and his cock
could inflict considerable pain. He claimed it was only pleasurable for
experienced men. I was shocked that I was in that category.

He met another one of Bill's friends at my house, Thomas. Thomas was a
tall, thin, quiet man who rarely talked. He was bearded, His chest was
covered in long, silky, black hair. I knew he was a French speaking priest
who served the Canadians in the lumbering camps to the north.

I can speak French, but in the Parisian accent. For Thomas finding a French
speaking man with an ass begging for sperm was a dream come true. When he
went back to his little church, I was afraid he would be dehydrated due to
loss of sperm.

The week after New Years I had a belated Christmas party at my house for
Bill, Thomas, Augie, and Steven. The Christmas and New Years festivities
were over, but the school's students were still on vacation. I made sure
all the guests knew this was to be a sex party and the other guests were
interested. It told them sex was expected but not required.

Augie asked if he could bring a close friend, Wilfred, he worked at the
Y. Augie said that Wilfred was playful and fun, he also knew the strict
rules of the Y.

A snowstorm blew up after my guests arrived at my house. We were snowed
in. Steven's wife was visiting her sister in Boston, so he was
free. Steven's restaurant was closed, and he brought the leftovers to my
house. After dinner Bill and I went to our bedroom to see who might show
up.

Central heating was rare, and most people who were snowed in would spend
their time getting wood or coal to keep a house warm. We could rest. My new
furnace heated water for the shower. My bedroom had a shower that was much
admired and used. That was much admired and used.

The main rooms had fireplaces too, so the house was warm. Everyone tried
out the shower, and then discovered they could remain naked in the bedroom.
Nature took its course. One thing surprised me. I had expected the men
would pair off. While sex is usually one on one, all my guests wanted to
share and explore.

Naked men cannot hide their sexual interests. An erect cock proclaims your
intentions, as does a cock head drooling precum. An ejaculating cock means
only one thing.

I tend to worry about social occasions. That is doubly true in a sexual get
together. I soon realized that a group of sexually excited men sporting
erections do not need a push to connect with other excited men. I was
embarrassed to note that was especially true for me.  All was well.

I was a little uneasy that Thomas would be uneasy. That was not a
problem. Steven spoke some conversational French. He had French speaking
customers, and his top chef was from Quebec. I had a suspicion that his
relationship was intimate. Steven seemed to know the vocabulary of man
sex. Thomas knew the vocabulary of sex, but not what it meant. Steven was a
fatherly figure. He was an oversexed father, but that was fine for Thomas.

"Men," Bill said in a loud voice. "Some of us are old pals. The rest of you
will be old pals before you go home. Most of us aren't shy about our
interests or our bodies. I have always known that I had a cock. I later
discovered that all men have cock, and I realized they all work the same
ways."

"While it is perfectly acceptable to enjoy food and music, it was not
acceptable to enjoy your cock except to have children. My mother died at
childbirth. We were told that sex with men was a sin. Let's just say that
the men here like to have fun. We like to have fun with our cock. I am open
to anything that feels good. We don't hold back. Our mouths, assholes, and
some hard-to-reach places are open to the possibilities. As for me, nothing
is required, but my body is available for your pleasure. I know from
personal experienced your pleasure will be my pleasure."

 Bill the dropped to his knees and sucked Steven's cock. A second or two
later Thomas's cock vanished down Augie's throat. I went to Augie.

I was surprised that Augie was careful and gentle with Thomas. He knew that
Thomas was uneasy and timid. Eventually Thomas's cock slid into Augie's
ass, and a little later Thomas did a little dance while impaled in Augie's
cock. A little later, he left a sticky and slippery present in my ass. He
fell asleep with Bill's cock deep in his backside.

It snowed all night. I had a new metal roof and with my new heating system
the snow fell off, the snow had stopped but the wind looked as if it was
gale force. Most of the men knew this was the most dangerous time in a
blizzard. There was a false sense that the worst was over. Snow hid the
dangers and any effort in plowing could vanish in the next gale.

The night before has seen an explosion of sexual exploration. The house was
warm, and the fond memories of the previous night remained. I am not sure
if it is possible to have a mellow and relaxed orgy, but everyone was
willing to find out.

In the early hours of the night, balls refilled, and cocks prepared for
fresh erections. Thomas told me that he felt a void, deep in his ass that
needed to be filled. I worked a finger into his ass and told him he could
easily take any cock in the room. I soon realized that everyone was
sexually excited and willing. The party was not over.