Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 15:56:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: the Abbey 6 The Abbey 6 By Bald Hairy Man. This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely. Andy was a well hung and well aware of it. While he was use to being admired, Andy was also sexually generous. He liked sex and had enough cock to go around. He sat on the marble bench. Franz was the first to worship at his phallic shrine. Franz was the only one here who could come close to rivaling the size of Andy's meat. He was about a third smaller. "Andy is a remarkable man," I said to Branford. I glanced at Andy's cock as it enlarged in response to Franz's mouth. Branford smiled. "He a good painter too," Branford said. He leaned close to me and whispered. "My experience with big ones is that they look good, but it's hard to get them fully erect. That's not Andy's problem. He can get it up and keep it up." "Does it fit anyone?" I asked. Franz, who had a lower jaw like one of those South American snakes, was having trouble sucking the monster. He was enjoying it, but not getting as much as he would have liked. Andy appreciated the effort and gave Franz some pointers. "Well, many may want it, but few can take it," Branford said. "I tried it, but didn't get too far with it. Andy isn't into pain, so he's not one to force himself. Only a few guys open up enough for him to be happy." Branford was on my left, Rex on the right. Andy looked at us. "Can you make room for me?" he asked. Rex moved, so there was a space for him. Andy shoe horned himself between us. Andy was at half staff. That did nothing to reduce his appeal. Andy's cock had a magnetic attraction for me. For Rex the attraction was gravitational. Andy didn't take the lead. He was a good looking middle-aged man with Godzilla's cock. He didn't need to hunt for partners. They sought him out. While Andy didn't seek out sex, he had no problem accepting sex as it came his way. Bob replaced Franz on Andy's cock. Andy chatted with Rex and me as he encouraged Bob. Sex was a natural part of Andy's life. He wasn't shy and he wasn't embarrassed. He liked sex and liked giving other men pleasure. Bob was glowing. He told me later he was surprised Andy would let him. "I'm not much of a catch," Bob explained. "He could do a lot better. If you're a cock sucker like me, it was like climbing Mt. Everest." "No problem with altitude sickness?" I joked. "I thought I had died and gone to heaven," Bob replied. "I wasn't just that he let me suck him. He was leaking, bucketfuls. He enjoyed it." "Do you get offended if men like you for your cock?" Rex asked Andy. Bob was obviously enjoying Andy's cock. "It's not a problem," Andy said. "It comes with the territory." "There are worse things than being handsome, talented and hung," I said. "It seems so superficial, "Rex complained. "I don't see it that way," Andy said. "There's nothing superficial about my cock." I looked at Andy and saw he was smiling. It was a joke. Rex laughed. "Actually it doesn't bother me, I think men are hard wired to go for big cocks. It's natural to be curious." "What do you mean?" Rex asked. "Sexual reproduction is the basis of human life. It's natural to be attracted to humans' sexual attributes. Women with voluptuous figures suggest ability to bear and feed children." Andy explained. "A muscular man is able to protect his family, but the cock is the prime male attribute. Big balls and a long cock are sexually exciting. The balls are the seed factories, the bigger the cock the deeper the seed is planted. I think there is a natural attraction to the biggest man." "Well that may be true. Evolution may show that, but why would men feel that way about other men?" Rex asked. "There is no reproductive reason for me to be attracted, is there?" "I think there is a reason, evolutionary speaking," Andy said. "The cock isn't just a reproductive conduit or the last part of the urinary system. It is the ultimate organ for pleasure. Jerking off is well and good, but it never equals sensations you feel when you have sex with another person, male or female. There were a lot of long nights in the cave or in a hunting camp. It's hard to believe cavemen didn't amuse themselves." "For a comparatively weak animal, sex provides an additional incentive to work together," Andy said in conclusion. "You could sure have a good time messing around with you buddies on a hunting expedition. You don't need to be a brain surgeon to know a guy's ass is a lot tighter than your sister's cunt at home." "It is?" Rex asked. I don't think he meant to say that. It just slipped out. "It sure is," Ivan said, joining the conversation. "Franz may possess one of the few prehensile asses in the world. In my experience most guys are ready to trot at the drop of a hat. No problem with, "I've got a headache," as far as I can tell." Ivan looked at Andy, "You're a top?" he asked. "When the opportunity arises," Andy said. "Men like to look at it, but not everyone is ready to get on it." "How many try it, but can't take it?" Ivan asked. "About 50 percent," Andy said. " But for some of them it's more of a challenge than a pleasure. It's great when they enjoy it as much as I do. It's getting hot in here, I think I go to the pool." He left the steam room with most of the men behind him. Rex, Ivan and I remained in the steam room. "I wonder who will take his cock?" Ivan asked. "Franz wants it. That I know." "He is a nice man," Rex said. "He isn't what I expected. I hadn't thought of sex as friendly. I thought he would be more sexually driven. I thought fornication was vile. That's not the way Andy sees it." "Sex here at the Abbey is friendly, isn't it?" Ivan asked. Rex looked uneasy. "Now that you mention it, I guess you're right," he admitted. "Do you think anyone here can take Andy's cock? In the ass?" "Other than Franz?" Ivan asked. "Franz can take it?" Rex asked. "Not a problem. I'd be shocked if he had a problem," Ivan replied. "I think brother Jules would enjoy Andy too. I don't know why I think this, but I'm sure you can take it too." Rex looked shocked. "I could never do any thing like that," Rex protested. We left to steam room and went to the pool to cool off. It was getting late and I went to bed. Andy was with Branford. As I dozed off, I wondered why Ivan thought Rex would want to take Andy's monster. Did he know more than I did? Perhaps he was just more perceptive than I? I laughed to myself. I was worrying about Rex and realized I hadn't been thinking that there was no chance Rex would fuck me. That night I dreamed about Andy. In my dream, Andy was in my ass and I was enjoying it. The next day was one of those odd wild and crazy days. It was summer and it had been hot. A series of thunderstorms rolled over the abbey. Several of the storms were violent and the electricity went off during one of the earlier ones. Several large trees blew over and there was a series of tornado warnings. It got stuffy inside the abbey. It was still hot, but we had to close the windows. I was in my bedroom, reading in the dim light from the window. The rain came down in sheets and lightning illuminated the dark sky. It was stuffy. I had stripped down to my shorts. I went into the corridor and walked down the corridor of the Abbey. Ivan's door was open and I saw him standing at the window, watching the storm. I wandered in. He was naked. I was only wearing shorts. "It's quite a storm," I said. "It sure is," Ivan replied. "Normally I like thunderstorms, but this one is scary." "It's quite a storm," Andy said. He had walked in behind me. I didn't know he was there and I jumped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you," Andy said. He was with Rex. Rex was in a Hawaiian print shirt and shorts. When priests get out of their clerical garb, they tend to be wild and crazy. Rex was no exception to this rule. "I was trying to explain to Rex the theory behind male anal sex," Andy said. "Without much success, I might add." "You need to talk to Franz if you want a testimonial," Ivan replied. "Or Brother Jules." I was shocked Ivan thought I liked getting fucked that much. Although, in my heart I liked it, I didn't know others knew I liked it. "Is that true?" Rex asked. "What's it like?" There was a trace of eagerness in his voice. I realized Rex was thinking about getting fucked. He took a quick glance at Andy. I wasn't sure Andy's donkey dong was the prefect introduction to the joys of man sex, but at least Rex was thinking about starting at the top. "I wasn't any too sure about it the first time I did it," I said, "but I will admit, it grew on me. It's very intense. When it's good, it's very good." "Is it better when the cock is bigger?" Rex asked. He glanced at Rex. "Not always, but sometimes," I replied. "Sometimes it's very exciting. You can never be sure. I think Franz has enjoyed just about every cock he's taken. Some experiences are much more pleasurable for me. Once and a while a cock goes so deep it touches your brain. It's total involvement." There was a tremendous noise of an explosion. It was followed by a second blast and a crash. I took a few seconds to realize lightening had struck the abbey. I went to the windows and saw nothing but sheets of rain. Andy had gone to the other side of the hall. "It hit the bell tower!" he yelled. I ran over and saw some stones had fallen from the tower. Then I noticed the tower no longer had a roof. Everyone raced to the church. The roof was blown off the tower and a large tree had fallen against it. Water poured into the roofless tower and had begun to flood the chapel itself. Ivan and I ran to the front tower door and opened it. This allowed the rain to go out the door to the exterior rather than into the building. "Do we have any thing like sandbags?" Andy asked. "The old carpet!" Franz yelled. The chapel floor have been covered with wall-to-wall carpet in the 1970s. Ivan and Franz had pulled it up to expose the original tile and marble floor. It was rolled into piles at the side of the room. The men soon turned the carpet into a makeshift dam. It was hard to believe the rain was still falling in sheets. The monks were buried in a crypt below the chapel. If that flooded we would have had a real mess on our hands. The dam worked and after an hour and a half the rain stopped. We went out to survey the damage. The abbey was on a rise, but it looked as if we were in the middle of a broad lake. The fields around the Abbey had flooded. Trees and large branches were down everywhere, but the tree next to the tower was the only one to cause major damage. Ten or fifteen minutes after the rain stopped the shy cleared and we had bright sunlight and a blue sky. I was beautiful. Branford had a battery operated radio and found that a major part of the metropolitan area was without electricity and there was major flooding. "It will be three or four days before we get electricity back," Ivan said. "Franz had better start cooking. The freezer will only hold for two days. The stove is gas. At least we can cook." The next few hours were spent cleaning up the chapel. The water went down and the fields reappeared. My biggest concern was the tree leaning against the tower. Branford, Ron, Buster and Ivan were working on a way to move it. Branford had been a physics major before he went into Art history. He was surprising helpful. The rest of us either finished cleaning up the Chapel or went to the kitchen to decide what to do with the food in the freezer. Franz was in a state. He was afraid the tree would shift and ruin the chapel. Once he had something top do, he was fine. The phone went out. I assumed the flooding was doing damage down stream. Buster had a hand cranked radio and he gave it to Mario to keep up with the news. We had dinner and listened to the radio. It had been a major storm, and there was damage everywhere. More worrisome was the forecast for additional storms in the late afternoon on the next day. We went to the pool after dinner, and then to bed. With no electricity, there wasn't much to do and everyone was tired. It was a warm night. All the windows were open as were the hall doors. There was a little bit of a breeze and it was stuffy inside. At 2:00 in the morning another violet storm swept through. There was a lightening strike near by and everyone woke up. I closed the window, but had trouble getting back to sleep. I head some talking down the corridor so I got up and walked to Rex's room. He was there with Andy and Ivan. All three men were naked and, even in the dim light, I could see they were erect. "I can't sleep," I said. "We're trying to figure out how to get back to sleep," Ivan said. "Andy has a plan." "Ivan told me you might be interested in my plan," Andy said. "He thinks you could take it." Of course I knew what he was talking about. While I hadn't thought much about Andy's cock, it remained attractive. A day earlier I hadn't considered the possibility. The idea seemed to have grown on me. I don't know what got into me. It was in a dark, hot room with three naked and aroused men. My curiosity about Andy's cock grew as we talked. "What the hell," I thought. I was uneasy about Rex. I sensed he wanted to take Andy's monster and was afraid it would be a bad experience. In the back of my mind I though if he saw how hard it was for me, Re might set his sights lower. I stripped and got on the bed. Ivan volunteered to open me up. Ivan was always a good sport. While he wasn't small in any way, he wasn't monumental like Andy. He got my legs on my shoulders. "Rex, why don't you oil my cock?" Ivan asked. "Put lots on. I'll need it." Rex did as he was asked. "It's big," he commented. Ivan was tall and very solid, his cock matched. He was uncut, and thick. "You aim it," Andy instructed Rex. "Get it to the hole and rub it, so the hole is lubricated. Squirt more lubricant into it if you need to." "It seems odd to be doing this," Rex said as he positioned Ivan's cock at my ass. "It should be private." "Sometimes things are so good, you want to share it," Andy said. As he talked, Ivan began to apply pressure. "We aren't having sex to make babies and create a family. We're enjoying each other," Andy added as he straddled my face and fed me is cock. I could only get the head in my mouth. While preoccupied with Andy's cock, Ivan popped in. It felt great. Ivan's cock hit all the good spots. He slowly pumped and with each thrust, it got better. "Do you mind if I shoot?" Ivan asked. He immediately began to ram me. He was climaxing. "Sorry about that," he said. "I got carried away." "Why did you ask?" "I was just trying to be polite," Ivan said a bit sheepishly. "I'm afraid it's not the sort of thing you can take back." He pulled out slowly. Andy got off the bed and moved into position. Ivan lubricated Andy's monster. I figured this would get Rex to change his mind about getting screwed by Andy. Andy put his cock at my ass and pushed. My sphincter objected to the huge cock head for a few seconds, then gave up the fight. My ass opened wide and Andy's cock slid in effortlessly. Andy and I moaned simultaneously. Andy's cock went deeper than any I had experienced before, but while it physically went deep into my body, emotionally it went deeper. It was as if his cock penetrated into my mind. To put it crudely, he was fucking my brain. Wave after wave of sexual ecstasy swept over me. The intensity was almost too much. I could only twitch, moan and shiver in response to his thrusts. I don't know how long we fucked. It was all a blur to me. Ivan told me later that I had climaxed twice. After the first orgasm, Andy kept on fucking, and I shot off a second time five or ten minutes later. Andy climaxed once, but he stayed in until his balls were fully drained.