Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2008 10:20:43 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "The Gay Archivist, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult *****No persons under 18 allowed in this swimming hole. Please do not swim here, there is no lifeguard. If you are over 18 and have swimmies, welcome. My name if John Smith (no kidding) and I am a doctoral student at a large Eastern University. I'll not mention the name to protect their reputation. I'm twenty-two, way ahead for my age. Most of my fellow candidates are three or more years older. My dissertation was required to be submitted within the first six months of the course beginning. One of the problems for dissertations is to find a subject that has not been done to death before. I had a rough idea what mine would be. I am somewhat gay, you know gay light. Therefore I come to this theme legitimately. I planned to write about homosexual practices. Wow! Yeah. I even know how to find the material for the written portion. Within the National Archives there is a restricted, limited access collection of homosexual literature, devices, films, statues etc. The curator, for thirty years or more, was Robert Castleberry, actually Dr. Castleberry. He was the ultimate authority on everything gay. My advisor Dr, Knowlton knew Castleberry and wrote a letter of introduction for me. I think this prof was a little sweet on me. I must say that I stood out somewhat from the bunch of plain lads with my bright red hair and athletic build. Beginning last year I grew a bushy red goatee that seemed to attract Knowlton's eye when we would meet. I think he was imagining my pubes were the same color---they were. My letter to Dr. Castleberry was answered. He was very specific that he did not want any drooling college kid tramping through his material for kicks. I wrote back emphasizing my seriousness and I received a telephone call from him. I was surprised that his voice was so young. After all, thirty years on the job would have made him about sixty, but when we met in person, and he explained that he was Robert Castleberry, jr, all became clear. "My dad trained me for this job. There was no one to take over when he died. The trustees could see that, consequently it was offered to me. Are you a pervert?" Whew! "I hope not," I told him, but I marveled at the way he didn't waste time. Robert was a very handsome man, a little nerdy, but sexy with his rangy body and good facial features. I know this sounds nuts, but I was drawn to his curly lips with the puffy center and wondered what it would be like to kiss him. "What research are you planning?" I handed him an outline of what I hoped to cover in the written portion. He put it down impatiently. "Tell me in your own words." "Well I want to cover various forms of sexual gratification used by homosexual men. I'll need books to cite, devices to photograph and perhaps interviews with some practitioners of various exotica." "I warm you that one man's sexual specialty may be another man's main-stream practice. It's in the eye of the beholder." He put both hands on his desk. I admired the long fingers and the glossy black hair that grew on his wrists. I wondered if the good doctor was a queer. "Let's start tomorrow. I'll have some suggestions of what areas we should cover. I warn you that this will not be as spectator. You are expected to partake of the different sexual exercises yourself." Thus, beginning the next day, I started on a journey into a strange world of obsessions, and sexual pleasure earned in ways I had never dreamed. The next day, I decided to wear more informal clothes. At the first meeting I had worn gray pants and a university blazer, white shirt and tie. Today I arrived in cargo shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. As I entered Robert's area and knocked on his door, his eyes opened wide. "Quite a change. You look five years younger than you did yesterday. That may work into today's plans. First of all, step into my lavatory." At first, I thought he said laboratory and I got a sudden feeling that I was going to be experimented on. Actually, I grew to realize that I will be learning about this strange world of sexual tastes and I would change maybe. This lavatory was huge. There were two sinks in the outer area and Robert stopped near them. "We are completely private in my wing of the collection. No one can enter without my electronic permission. This bathroom here it totally private. Now let's begin your education. Remove all of your clothes." Oh shit, what had I gotten myself into. Well he was so attractive and displayed a mixture of kindness and authority, I just complied. As soon as I was bared he studied me. "Ah, very good, the body shape often tells one's proclivities. Your body is like a grown up baby. You have those full thighs and baby soft skin. Of course, your male organs are fully mature and rather large." He clapped his hands. "First thing we have to do is shave you cleanly." "What! I never thought I would have to do this. I like my pubic bush and..." "Please be quiet. You may leave if you wish, but if you stay, your chin whiskers must go, your underarm hair and pubic hair. Luckily that is all I will have to remove, unless you have hair in your ass crack, turn around, let's see." I automatically turned around. What was happening to me? He must have tapped into a part of me I never knew. "Bend over. Spread your ass cheeks. Ah yes, a little fine reddish hair, but your ass hole is perfectly hairless. We'll take care of everything." For the next half hour I turned and bent and obeyed everything this forceful young intellectual guy ordered. Off went my precious beard and my underarms were smooth. I bent over like a rectal exam and my ass hair was whisked off with the doctor's soapy, sharp razor. I looked in the full length mirror. It was a revelation. I seemed to resemble myself as I looked at twelve years of age. He must have read my mind. "Yes, the shaving helps with your age regression. Now I am going to open my morning mail, you, meanwhile will put on this diaper and join me in my study. He left. I wrestled with the large, soft, cotton pique square and finally got it on by forming a triangle. I pinned the side with a large safety pin and again looked in the mirror. This piece of cloth was having an effect on me. My face was softer, my expression more innocent. I took a deep breath and padded on bare feet and stood in the doorway of the study. Robert looked up. "Very nice child. You look clean, but I bet you are hungry." "Yes," I said in a baby voice, a voice I had never used before, but it seemed right. "Come over to the couch baby and get your bottle. It warm and just the right temperature." He guided me onto his lap and I stretched my legs out along the couch. Suddenly I was yearning for milk. My lips puffed out and I made sucking noises. Robert laughed with delight. "Oh baby, you want it don't you, here it comes." I sucked greedily on the bottle. Slowly the delicious milk came through and in about fifteen minutes it was empty. Robert kept me snuggled against his chest and I felt warm and happy. He looked down at me and stroked my face. "I think my baby is getting sleepy." That remark was all it took. I hurdled into a profound sleep, warmly cradled in his arms. After about an hour my eyes snapped open. Something was wrong. Oh my, what an embarrassment, I had pissed myself and the diaper was sodden. I looked up at Robert. He was frowning at me. You are a very bad boy for wetting yourself. He lifted me to my feet and removed the sodden diaper, and threw it into the waste basket. He dried me and applied sweet smelling lotion. I cooed over the attention. "Don't get too happy. Get over my knee and take your whipping." I stared at him. He couldn't mean that. But my natural tendency to obey him came to the fore. He stood and removed his trousers. It was a thrill to see his hairy shanks and his long hairy cock and balls. I immediately became very erected. He patted his bare upper legs and ordered me to lie over them. I complied. My ass cheeks were clenched in fear of being slapped. I didn't have to wait too long. The first resounding slap echoed in the room, then another. Blows succeeded each other faster and harder. I could feel my ass cheeks were hot and flaming. Tear began to flow heavily from my eyes and I was blubbering with pain and humiliation. But there was another sensation, one of intensity, almost like a continuous orgasm. I knew if his punishment continued, I would brim over and shoot sperm all over his legs. He must have known. He spread his legs and allowed my cock to be between them, in clear air. I grunted like a pig and shot heavy streams between his legs. He had stopped the whipping and was stroking my ass gently. Finally my orgasm ended. "Good boy. You must have really enjoyed that. You may dress and let yourself out. Return tomorrow at the same time and we will continue your exploration of fettish." End part one. I think that John had been waiting all his life for these Kind of activities. He seems exceptionally receptive. It will be interesting to see how he progresses into Sexual darkness.