Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2021 10:52:53 -0400
From: Bob <bldhrymn@aol.com>
Subject: Shakespeare's Heirs: Books & Coffee

Shakespeare's Heirs: Books & Coffee
By 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 and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to bldhrymn@aol.com.


William Basket founded the shop, Shakespeare's Heirs: Books & Coffee, in
the 1930s at the low point of the great depression. Basket felt that
unemployed intellectuals needed somewhere to go as an alternative to the
unemployment office. He was independently wealthy, and it was a nice
hobby. The shop was not financially successful but that made no difference
to William. It was to serve the sort of men he enjoyed. He liked
idiosyncratic men who held unusual opinions and views. Many were over
educated and under employed.

While William would never admit it, he had what was then considered too
liberal views on sexual matters. These views were pronounced with respect
to a man's interest in sex with other men. This was never mentioned or
discussed publicly.

The shop was in a building that had been a small hotel two blocks from
Broadway. The store occupied the former lobby on the first floor.  He
converted the upper-level hotel rooms into reading and discussion
rooms. There were popular since several men could rent them for private
discussions. These increased the popularity of the store greatly.

The store was not on a good street, but the neighbor to the east was a gym
for amateur boxers and wrestlers. The street also served a police
substation. There was a steady stream of policemen and cars that made the
street safe.

New York is a big city. In a small town, only a few men might admit they
liked sex with other men. In New York there might be thousands.  While the
store never advertised, word-of-mouth testimonials made the place known to
that specialized population. The private discussion rooms were especially
popular. William had left the full bathrooms in place. I am his butler, and
I use the name Jeeves. My actual name is Richard Balls. I had been called
Dick Balls for most of my life. Most men assumed that was a joke name, so
Jeeves was a less ribald name.

William was a gadfly and was attracted to unusual movements such as
vegetarianism, socialism, and free love.  He was a firm believer that farm
animals should be liberated and given the vote. He also supported
nudism. While the shop was not nudist, the third floor of former hotel had
nude "discussion rooms."

His free love beliefs meant that men were free to love anyone they
wished. I was unaware of the number of men who were interested in loving
other men. I also had an interest in nudism. The third floor of the former
hotel was most popular. I often took the fees for the discussion rooms
along with several of William's unemployed friends.

William was not technically insane, but he was never right. He had suffered
a major brain injury as an infant. He was pleasant, and loved to talk, but
he never addressed life. He had a trust fund that supported him, and he was
not extravagant. He had no need for a butler. I was hired an early warning
alarm. My job was to warn his family if he went off the
rails. Shakespeare's Heirs was a success from their point of view. He
enjoyed it and it kept him occupied and happy.

We never advertised, but our open mindedness attracted men of varied social
status. Many men were attracted to the shop and to the discussion rooms. We
were both out of the way but were near many offices and institutions. You
could meet with friends for meaningful, pleasurable discussions.  Much to
my surprise I was invited to join in some of the conversations.

I am not a wit, a sophisticate, or conversationalist. At birth I inherited
my father's family's tendency to be well hung. My cock was oversized, and
my balls were large and hung low. My father had been known as Dick
Balls. After I was born, he was known as Big Dick Balls and I was Little
Dick Balls. That caused great amusement unless my mother was nearby.

Of course, it was a problem in school until I was 14-years-old. My parents
died when I was sixteen in a house fire, but my Father's best friend,
Rudolph, took care of me until I finished school. I had a few experiences
with boys my age. Rudolph was a kind, good man who was sexually experienced
and treated me as if he were my father who had come to life again. Rudolph
never told me the exact nature of his relationship with my father, but I
knew it was enjoyable and rewarding. The relationship was not platonic, but
he was both experienced and gentle in the sexual arts.

Rudolph gave me good training in sexual positions and enough practice to
hone my sexual skills. He thought my large cock was both an asset and a
problem. My cock excited many men, but it also worried them. It was big,
but was it too big? He showed me how to ease it into tight openings.  He
also warned me about the early warning signs of problems. He told me to
ease off and try again later. He recommended that I add more lubricant for
the second try. He also recommended sloppy seconds. He felt sperm was the
best lubricant.

Rudolph's best friend was an older man named Donald. Rudolph would fuck
him, shoot off and then turn him over to me. Donald was tight, but Rudolph
shot huge loads. I was careful and slowly worked my cock into Donald's
ass. It was a total success.

My work at Shakespeare's Heirs changed when one of our most regular
customers, Fielding Jones, asked me to join in a discussion of Walt
Whitman. I told him I was not that familiar with Whitman. Fielding told me
that would not be a problem, and the discussion would be in Room 307. That
was on the nude floor. I told him I would attend.

The discussion was a four in the afternoon. When I knocked on the door,
Fielding greeted me. He was nude. 307 was a suite with two rooms separated
by a connecting door and bath. I undressed in the other room. When I
returned, Boomer Taylor had arrived. He was a wrestler from the gym. A
minute later a businessman arrived. Fielding introduced him as Homer. In
the next few minutes three more men arrived, Philip, Thomas, and Gus.

All of the men seemed friendly. They all stripped, and we talked. I am
rarely nude, but I had noticed that when I was nude, my cock attracts
attention. In a gym shower it was quick glances. With this group there was
obvious interest. I stroked my cock and pulled back the foreskin to expose
my knob. I had noticed years earlier when Rudolph exposed his knob and the
slit there was usually a little sparkle of cock juice. That let me know he
was already aroused.

I pulled my foreskin back. My gesture seemed to inspire the men.

"As we all know, Whitman was a man of action. He was an Everyman of flesh,
blood, and lust," Fielding said. "I was thinking we might consider the
nature of the lusty poet. I should assure our new friend, Jeeves, that we
are open minded and accommodating men."

"I do enjoy a frolic with like minded men," I said. "My cock is not for
amateurs. And it seems to generate intense feelings. I am afraid these
feelings might be too intense for some men."

"Be still my heart!" Homer exclaimed.

Fielding laughed. "My friends are willing to explore the possibilities."

I was more than willing to let them do some exploring.

Homer was the most daring of Fielding's friends. He had the misfortune of
liking large cock while possessing a tight hole. It is hard to be gentle
pushing a large cock into a small hole. Homer was a good sport. He said he
had taken one as big as mine years earlier and he wanted to feel it again.
I was careful, and Homer was willing to take it like a man.

"You will shoot off in me?" he asked.

"Do you want it all?" I asked. Homer nodded. A few minutes later I
unloaded. I tend to jerk a little and shiver with each ejaculation. The
cluster of men watching us loved that. When I pulled out, my sperm dripped
out of Homer's ass.

Gus was at Homer's ass as soon as I pulled out. Homer's ass gaped some, and
Gus had his tongue in the ass, licking up my sperm.

Boomer, the wrestler, was sucking my sperm coated cock. He stood after he
had sucked every trace of sperm from my cock,

"Did you like that?" I asked him.

He nodded. "I've never sucked it when the cum was still warm," he said,
adding, "I like to top, but I'll bottom for you."

I fondled his meaty cock. "I've never taken a wrestler's cum before," I
said. Boomer smiled.

Gus joined us. "That was a beautiful sight," he said. Gus was a stocky,
hairy Greek man with compact genitals poking out from his bush.

"Gus is a cook. His sperm is well seasoned," Boomer said. "He likes to eat
cum too."

"Is it a taste treat for you?"  I asked Gus.

"Well, it's never going to replace a tomato-based spaghetti sauce, but it's
good," Gus said. "It excites me. I like it fresh from the cock. I know
where a man makes it and where it has been before his shoots off. I know
what he's feeling as he shoots. I get to taste his excitement. It's a shame
to let all that excitement and pleasure splatter on the floor when I could
be enjoying it." After a half-hour of frolicking, we took a break.

"Men, I think this has been an enjoyable interlude. I am hoping that we can
make this into a regularly scheduled event. I was thinking a monthly or
perhaps a bi-weekly meeting would be good," Fielding suggested.

"Twice a day would be good for me!" Gus said. The men laughed.

"I have to admit, there are days when a daily meeting would be welcome,"
Fielding added. "I think for most of us getting naked with a group of men
is unusual. My father thought not wearing a tie was a bit risqué. [BW1]I
am hoping that we will get use to nudity and be even more comfortable when
sexually engaged. Some day it would be good if every cock, every mouth and
every ass were available for our mutual enjoyment."

"I've tried," Boomer said. "I'm more than willing."

"That is a step too far for me," Thomas said. "But I am willing to try."

"You may not have noticed, but you have a warm spot for sucking cum,"
Fielding observed. "It seems to me that you like the sperm delivery spigot
too!" The men laughed again. "I can tell you I would take any one of your
loads, in the mouth or ass. I would love to come to our meetings knowing
that every cock is available, every ass is open, and every drop of sperm is
edible." He paused. "I think we have talked enough. It is time for some
fun!"

I was surprised that Thomas came over to me. "I like big cocks and I like
them in my ass. Yours might be too big, but I would like to try it," he
said in a whisper.

I smiled. "I can take it slow. You know cocks have a mind of their own. I
can't control it if shoots off," I replied.

"Do you shoot a big load?" he asked.

"Some men like my sperm as lubricant," I said. "They say it's smooth."

"It's so big," he said.

"If you don't try it, you will always be wondering what it would have been
like," I said. "You will regret it. For your information, most men come
back for more. I have met many men who like big cocks. No one has said they
would take a pass." Thomas was no exception.

He was on his back with his legs spread open and his ass open minutes
later. His ass was already lubricated. I coated my cock with oil and got in
position. I slipped in past his anus and in as far as his sphincter.

Earlier, I had seen Fielding play with Thomas' tits. I pinched them and his
sphincter opened wide. I pushed in deep. I think he must have lubricated
deeply. My cock encountered no obstacles. Thomas moaned.

"It's too much!" he exclaimed.

"That is what you want with sex. Right now, my cock is an invader. In a
little while it will be an honored guest," I said. A minute or so later,
Thomas was moaning as I rhythmically thrust deeper into him. I was hitting
all the good parts.

"Are you going to shoot in me," he asked in a whisper.

I leaned over him and made short thrusts. "Do you want that?" I asked. "I
shoot huge loads."

"I'm not sure," he replied.

"No one will know except for you and me," I said. "I had a friend who
nicknamed me Firehose. You will feel every cum volley as I drain my
balls. It's private."

"Would you take mine?" he asked.

"I like sperm in the mouth and in the ass," I said. Thomas squeezed his
sphincter and I shot off. I'm not sure how many ejaculations I made, but
Thomas shivered as my sperm tickled his ass.

As I pulled out Thomas popped. I was able to suck him and take most of his
load. It was getting late, so the group broke up and the men went home.

Over the next few days, I realized that Fielding had many friends and
associates. Fielding's close friends were the membership committee. I
passed with flying colors. Each of the men at Fielding's party was a member
of a discussion group.

Boomer a member of an athletes group. Homer was the leader of a group of
bankers and financiers. Gus represented small businessmen. Thomas's group
included academics and clergy. Philip was a fireman, and his group included
policemen. Fielding was the overall leader; he was partial to working men
and laborers.

The groups were quite varied and covered a good portion of men who enjoyed
sex with other men. There was one other unexpected trait of all the
men. They were all pleasant and gregarious. Social status and class
distinctions dominate modern cities. Fielding believed that all cocks are
created equal. You can't identify class distinctions of naked men. Dress
makes it easy to identify social distinctions. These distinctions vanish
with nudity.  I also noticed accents mean nothing when your lips are
wrapped around a hard cock head. The taste of fresh sperm does not identify
the nationality or class of a man.

Thomas came by to see me a week after the Whitman meeting. He told me that
he was discussing religion in Shakespeare's time and asked if I would like
to join in. The meeting would be on Monday morning. I said I would be glad
to join in the meeting. It seemed like an odd time, but then I remembered
that clergymen often had Mondays off.

The discussion was in the same third floor room and began at 10:00
AM. Thomas greeted me and introduced me as Jeeves to four men: Peter, Joe,
Alan, and Doug. We shook hands and two more men joined us Donny and Fred.

"Jeeves is new to our group, but he had a most successful meeting with the
executive committee," Thomas said. "Please make him feel comfortable and
welcome. Jeeves is impressive in many ways. Let's just say he filled,
almost overfilled me. Is there any new business?"

"I move that we dispense with the regular business and devote the meeting
to renewing old friendships and making new friends," Doug moved.  Someone
shouted second, and the motion was adopted by a voice vote. We all went to
the next room and stripped.

The men were probably an average of ten years older than the men of the
executive committee. Fred had darker skin, a hairy chest, a thick beard,
and an uncut cock. Doug was short, beefy, very hairy, and uncut. Peter was
tall, thin, and well equipped with extra foreskin. Alan average in every
way, but he was erect as soon as he was naked. I like men wo are clearly
ready for sex. Donny was bland and average but had huge balls. Joe was a
tall heavy bear covered in curly red hair. His cock was hidden in his thick
copper colored bush. The men were like some of the fancy chocolate candy
boxes with one of each type of candy. None of the men used their real
names.

I was just standing and admiring the scenery when Fred and Joe came over to
me. They looked uneasy so I fondled their genitals. That was the equivalent
of a handshake for this group.

"Your cock is a beauty," Fred said, "Does it work as well as it looks?"

"It hasn't failed me yet," I replied. Fred dropped to his knees and began
sucking. He was big intimidating man, but he was a delicate sucker.

"You make friends quickly," Joe said. "It usually takes Fred more time to
warm up." Fred looked exotic. I realized he must be from India. Even in a
city as cosmopolitan as New York, you didn't encounter every nationality. I
had never seen an Eskimo or a Pacific Islander either.

Fred had a different sucking technique. It seemed overly delicate to me,
but my cock soon let me know it liked it. I also realized getting fully
erect did no diminish interest in my cock. Fred later explained that
teetering on the edge of an orgasm could be almost as exciting as an
orgasm.

Joe's body had short legs and a long trunk. He was erect and was trying to
slip his cock into my ass. he popped in and shot off seconds later.

"That was quick," I remarked.

"Sperm is great lubricant," Fred remarked. A minute later and I was on my
back with Fred massaging my ass with his cock. He had an impressive tool,
but he skillfully eased it into me. He fucked for ten minutes, pulled out
and sat on my cock.  He seemed to have extra muscles in his ass, and he did
an oriental dance as he worked my cock.

We broke apart. I was still on my back and Peter slipped into my ass. Over
the next hour, all of the men took their turn fucking me. All drained their
balls in my ass. I came to appreciate the variety of cocks, fucking
techniques, and sexual climaxes. Donny and Joe enjoyed the taste of used
sperm dripping from ass, and they cleaned up the drooling fluids.

I wondered how much was too much. When the party ended, I dressed and
returned to the bookstore. I knew that someday too many men might fuck me,
but today wasn't that day.

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