Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2023 14:56:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Winthrop <winarch47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clyde 2

Clyde 2
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or
bothers yo 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
winarch47@yahoo.com.


I think Maurice was slumming, testing the waters of working class sex. I
excited him as a manual laborer, not the pampered son of the elite. He
wanted to have sex with some one rough and scary. That wasn't me, but I
suspected that anyone who hadn't gone to Eaton was rough trade to him.

Maurice became a regular visitor to the Admiral's Mansion. Sometimes he
came with a friend, a small man named Ronald DuMont. I didn't know if he
was medically called a dwarf or a midget, but he was below five feet
tall. He was the son of a well known actress, Vivian Lake. She was married
to the son of the Duke of Northminster. He was the third son and not the
heir. Her husband was not much of anything, but during the War, Vivian had
visited hospitals in France, and had actually visited the trenches.

Vivian learned how to knit, and lead efforts to provide warm clothes for
the troops. This did not change the Duke of Northminster's opinion of
her. It made Vivian's popularity soar. Her commoner son went to elite
schools, he was smart and that was almost as bad as being a
commoner. Ronald now worked for the Admiral. He was a code maker, not just
a code breaker. Maurice befriended him.

Ronald had two problems. One was his size and the other was being a code
specialist.  He was suspicious of everyone. Were his codes to be
deciphered, there could be diplomatic or military disasters. He was a good
looking man, but his size was a problem.

Ronald was sent to France to meet with "persons of note." He needed a
bodyguard-companion. I was selected mostly because of my size. It was also
clear that I was not to the manor born. I was actually just a diversion. I
was to play the role of a body guard to slow up an attacker so the real
agents would have time to protect Ronald.

I was to look at everyone who met Ronald with a suspicious eye, and look as
if I had concerns.

I was completely outfitted in gentleman's man's clothes. The man who did
that, Rudolph, had a knack.  My new clothes were slightly out of style and
slightly ill fitting. I was to be a common man wearing not quite the right
clothes. That didn't bother me at all. Officially I was Ronald's valet. As
a valet I helped him bathe, dress and tend to his needs.

Ronald had a standard sized body and arms. His legs were short. His cock
was a bit over sized, and with his short legs his cock almost reached his
knees. I was always proper and correct even when we were alone. Listening
devices were becoming quite efficient.

I had no idea what Ronald was doing. I did notice that the men he met with
were important and they treated Ronald with respect. He had done something
during the war that was exceptional. I noticed the French were notably
attentive to his needs. That was unusual for the French. I never knew the
identities of the real bodyguards. We spent two extra weeks in Paris so
Ronald could work on a new German cipher.

On the way home we stopped at the Duke of Northminster's seat, North
Castle. Ronald's mother, Vivian Lake, was getting older, but was still
beautiful. She knew of my torpedo incident and was most interested. How she
knew I didn't know, but I realized she had her ways. Privately she told me
that she knew nothing of Ronald's work. "I have no knowledge of Ronald's
work, should I be abducted I could tell them nothing." she explained. "You
are in a similar situation."

I told her I never thought of things that way.

"I think of it often," she said, "I have to decide that if I were to be
captured I should play he role of Nurse Cavell, or Mata Hari."

"You are beautiful, I would recommend Mata Hari," I said. She laughed and
was most amused.

Back at the admiral's house I returned to being the under gardener. I had
been given a small house next to the mansion to live in. It was much older
than the Admiral's house. Think they wanted a dependable man living there
since it was so close to the main house. Shortly after I moved in Maurice
came to see me.

He told me that Ronald favored men, and that I was the sort of man he
wanted. He also told me he was a virgin, except for ugly events at
school. "He needs an affectionate relationship. While he knows some of the
basics of man sex, what he knows is his relations with 15-year-old upper
class boys."

"Ronald wants a normal man, not a dandy or a fop, like me," Maurice said.

"It seems to me that when you are naked and hard, you come pretty close to
being a real man," I said with a smile.

Maurice laughed. "That is entirely due to your uncivilized nature," he
said. "I know now you are a normal good man. I was raised with the proud
and perfect elite. The words normal and good do not characterize them in
any significant way." We laughed about that.

A week later Ronald appeared at my cottage door. London had a freak snow
storm. He had started on his way home, but there were no motor taxis, or
even horse drawn carriages on the street. He could not get to the nearest
underground line.

The storm was a mixture of rain, snow and ice. Ronald was soaked. I got him
out of his wet clothes and into a hot shower bath. While I was the sole
resident of the cottage, the admiral had renovated it so it could house
important guests in a convenient, little known but nearby place. I had
returned for the mansion and was wet too. I joined Ronald in the shower.

I am quite tall and Ronald's face was within easy reach of my cock.

"I'm sorry about that," I said when I noticed his face was looking at my
cock.

"I'm not," Ronald said. "It is sort of liked being at school in the showers
with the best endowed boy in the school next to me."

"Was that good or bad?" I asked.

"Usually it was bad, but I hoped it would be good some day," he said.

"If you want it, this could be a good day," I said.

"Are you serious about that?" he asked.

"I am, but my cock is really interested," I said. A second or two later
Ronald's lips were wrapped around my cock head. In another second his lips
and tongue had pushed back my foreskin, and he was making love to my
cock. I knew all about blow jobs, but Ronald was different. He was making
love to my tender cock head.

"Did you invent this way to get a guy hard, or did you have a teacher?" I
asked.

"It was the chorus-master at school. I matured early and was the only real
bass," he said. "He died at the Somme. He was a good man."

"Did you trade sperm?" I asked.

"He wanted mine most of the time. I did take his when he was leaving for
France," he said. "It was good, but I've never taken another man's seed
since then. Could I take your load?"

"You can, but I'm not a virgin. Quite a few sailors sampled my home brew
while we were at sea," I said. That comment seemed to inspire him. A few
minutes later we were on my bed and I was sucking him as he sucked me. He
seemed to like that a lot.

During a lull Ronald ask it this was common on the ship and did any
officers participate. A few officers were involved I explained. One or two
sailors wanted a more affectionate relationship. One officer wanted that
too. "When I say affectionate, that usually occurred while their rock hard
cocks were deep in my ass."

"Was that good for you?" he asked.

"I didn't think it would be good, but I was wrong. Cocks are tricky. I
tended to think of it as a conveniently located toy. When a guy is fucking
you and slows down, there is something going on," I said. "Sometimes it's
affection. I'm just an ordinary bloke, but I'm not ordinary when I seed a
man's ass, or taking his load in my hole."

"Would you seed me? Ronald asked. "Either as a man as a toy? It's big, I
want it in me. I want to feel you squirting."

Ronald was not experienced, but he was needy, so everything worked out. I
took my time getting into him and then pounded like a madman. He loved it
when I shot off. He was rock hard by then. I then pulled out quickly and
sat on his rock hard cock.

I don't think he knew what to do, but his cock had no problem at all. I
don't know how many times his cock spurted. He was shooting off, shivering
and I think his eyes saw a vision of heaven. I was much more emotional as
he unloaded in me than I expected. He was crying when I pulled out.

"You must think I'm not much of a man," he said.

"We've just been through four years of hell. We all deserve moments of
total pleasure," I said.

The storm lasted until the early hours of the next day. That morning I
discovered Rodney was a good cook. Every thing outside was coated in ice so
we went back to the bedroom.  I knew that I had a short recovery time. I
soon discovered Ronald had a similar trait.

He told me that he thought any time we weren't sexually connected was
wasted. I felt the same way I also told him that his short legs meant I
could push deeper into his ass than I had with any other man before. I
asked if it had hurt him. I hoped I hadn't offended him by rear loading
him.

"I loved it!" he replied. "I hope it was as good for you."

"It was real good for me, but they say practice makes perfect," I
replied. Ronald smiled.

I am just a working man. It was clear that Rodney was a genius. We
shouldn't have been compatible.  Some of that might have been our cocks. I
guessed my cock fit his ass as well as his fit mine, but I thought it might
be more than that.

I knew we got along well personally. He was a discarded member of the
nobility. His grandfather was a duke, but he was a nothing. He was
brilliant, but being brilliant and having a position was not admired among
his peers. While I was just a former sailor, I could admire a man with an
important position and an impressive mind.

I am hard working, faithful and a normal working class man. I take life as
it comes and deal with problems as the come. I don't put on airs, but that
is mostly because I don't know how to be pretentious. Rodney rejected
putting on airs.

I discovered man sex the hard way, as the crew in a ship. While Ronald
discovered it with his choir master, he loved it but wanted more. Ronald
was the grandson of a Duke, but had been reject by his class. His mother
was beautiful, talented, public spirited and a woman of action was
similarly rejected. While he briefly found affection with the choir master,
I am the most common of common men. I think I am a good man, but that
counts little for men in his position.

Later when I was fucking Maurice, he told me that shoving my cock deep into
his ass and injecting my man seed deep into him was beyond beyond
satisfying and pleasurable. I hadn't shot off in several days so I had
multiple spurts of cum and I kissed him as I shot off. It was everything
Maurice wanted and much more emotional than I expected.

He moaned continuously as I pushed my tool in deeper. He was tight, but he
was squeezing his sphincter to hold me in.

"Fill me up," he ordered. "I want it all!"

Maurice often seemed like a cold fish to me. It seemed that my cock broke
through his reserve as I forced it deeper into him. When my knob couldn't
penetrate deeper I began ramming him. I started slow and easy and then
increased the pace and force of each thrust. He suddenly relaxed and open
wide. After my first shot he cried. "More! More! More!" I shot every thing
I could into him and he still wanted more.

We rested and then he asked, "Is this what it is supposed to be like?"

I told him is was just what happened.

"I didn't know it could feel so good. I was fucked in school. I wasn't
good, but I still seemed to want to do it again." he said. "I couldn't
understand why I wanted to have a man shove his cock up my ass and shoot
his seed in me. I finally understand. Ronald told me you were unexpectedly
engaging."

I smiled and said that was a strange way to describe what we did.

"He's so reserved and shy. You do know he way well be a genius?" he
asked. I nodded. Maurice had an appointment, so he dressed and left.

A week later Ronald asked if would go to a party at a friend's house. The
friend was Lord Peter Whitley. Whitley worked for the admiral. Lord Peter
had served in France and was partially crippled and short one arm. Maurice,
and a man named Davidson Malone would be there.

Ronald said we all shared a common interest, but Lord Peter was uneasy due
to his war wounds. "I am hoping our meeting will be inspirational," he
explained. "For your information, Davidson is a bit of a wild man. He does
it all.

"So do I," I said.

A day later I was at at Lord Peter's place. It was next to Regent's Park in
the mews behind Portland Place.  These former carriage houses had been
renovated as homes for the slightly bohemian heirs to aristocratic
fortunes. Maurice answered the door. The house was fully renovated, compact
and surprisingly large. Davidson was a handsome man. He had been in the air
corp. We went to a room where Ronald and Sir Peter were waiting. Peter was
a mixture of tall, slim, elegance and ruin. His left arm was missing and
his left leg damaged.

"Let me be direct," Maurice said. "We all share common sexual
interests. The late unpleasantness has interrupted our normal flow of lust
and fornication. My objective is to restore the normal flow of lust,
passion, and indeed sperm that once marked our lives."

"There is one thing I want to emphasize. My objective for his get together
is not true love, it is sex," he added. "It is sexual pleasure. There
should be no conversation about politics or current events. I have not seen
some of you socially for a while. In case any, if you have forgotten, I
liked to suck cock, be sucked, shove my cock up an ass, and take a cock in
the ass. Have I forgotten anything?"

"I seem to recall you like to eat sperm, and take man cream up your ass,"
Davidson added. The men laughed.

"I should introduce Clyde McDaniel. He survived the late unpleasantness
undamaged other than an incident with a torpedo in the North Atlantic. He
is a pleasant and unaffected man. When we disrobe you will understand his
presence," Maurice said. He took off his coat and began to unbutton his
shirt. "Let the games begin!" everyone followed suit.

I assumed stripping would be uncomfortable, but nudity combined with
semi-erect cocks proved to be inspirational. I was naked first and I helped
Peter.

"You don't need to help me," he said. As I pushed his trousers down I
dropped to my knees and began sucking his cock. He moaned as my tongue
caressed his knob. He was cut, and I immediately tasted precum.

"You shouldn't do that," he said.

"Your mouth says no, but your cock is drooling the welcome mat," I said.

Peter laughed. A little later he moaned, "It is so beautiful. It's been so
long. I haven't played since Reggie died in seventeen. He was a pilot. That
was the only time I've been fucked and seeded. He was a pilot I'm afraid
your cock might erase his memory. Damn you're big."

"Every cock is a little different," I said. "Do you think mine is too big?"

"Is looks that way to me. I don't know why I want it so badly," he said.

"I think I know why," I said. It took a five or six minutes for Peter to
get into it, but sex is it's own reward. I was also surprised to how
quickly naked, erect men react to other naked men. Hard cocks are hard to
ignore; you know what they mean. Peter quickly rediscovered sex, lust, and
sexual pleasure.

When I told him that his damaged leg made it easier to get deeper into his
ass, he laughed. Peter told me that my cock had discovered new places he
didn't know existed.

"I don't have to shoot off in you, but some times my cock as different
plans," I said. "I'm just a man who likes to dump a load in a friendly
ass. It's in you ass for fun. You and I don't need to be lovers, we can
just be friends?"

"Shooting off in a guy is special," he replied.

"Some how men are blessed with an unlimited amount of sperm. "I've never
used it up," I said. "I am pretty sure you have never run out either."

When I pulled out Maurice worked on his cock.

The guests at the were supposed to be shy and timid. Once the men were
naked and erect there was no way to say you were not interested. Ronald
added some entertainment by doing an exotic dance while skewered on my
cock. He reacted as he bounced on my tool. The knew exactly how deep my
cock up his ass.

I took a quick shower and Davidson joined me.  It was large shower for the
comparatively small house. Ronald said he was a bit of a wild man, but he
seemed to be a bit timid. He played the role of a bohemian wild man.  I
came to think that was a cover for a shy man.

"You are a big man," he said. "I can't believe your cock fit in Peter's
ass."

"It seemed to me he wanted me, or at least he wanted my cock. I never go
where I'm not wanted," I said.

Davidson looked at me and said. "You are wanted." He demonstrated that by
dropping to his knees and gently kissing the tip of my cock.