Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 22:56:18 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: the Journal of Angus Fergusson 9

The Journal of Mr. Angus Fergusson 8
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
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Once Archie relaxed, all was well. Perhaps I should have been annoyed that
two workmen excited him more than I did.  I know that one does not have the
key to unlocking every man's sexual potential. Roddy and Bert excited
Archie.

They weres just what Archie needed. He was frightened and afraid of
sex. His attraction to the two masons was powerful enough to overcome that
fear. Roddy and Bert were good men. They enjoyed Archie, but more
importantly, they were willing to let Archie enjoy them. They always took
and were willing to give. When Archie fucked Roddy, Archie realized it was
acceptable to take a cock in his ass too.

I do not know what was going on in Archie's brain, but that Roddy would
take him in the ass and enjoy it, was a revelation.  "I'll try almost
anything once," Roddy had told me when we first met. "If I like it I'll do
it again. Sex is odd. Some improbable things feel good. To be strictly
truthful, some improbable things are mighty good!" Our little party broke
up an hour later. When Archie left, he was both smiling and sexually
drained.

Archie ran into me on the street the next Saturday.  I was on my way to the
Alhambra Baths. I told him that and asked if he wanted to join me. I told
him that the atmosphere there was friendly and open, but it was mostly nude
men, and if he was uncomfortable with that he might not enjoy it.

"It is all nude?" he asked in a whisper.

I leaned closer to him. "I would guess a third of the men wear towels, a
third are naked and a third are naked and excited. As I said, it is a
friendly group," I whispered.

"You are right, I don't think I would be comfortable there," Archie
said. "I also think I might enjoy it greatly."  I smiled as we walked to
the baths.

Ali was at the door greeting patrons. He was wearing a turban and he wore
his robe open to display his hairy chest pelt. Archie liked that. In the
locker room, we met Sergeant-Major Jack Ross and George, the Armenian. They
too were the sort of manly men that Archie found appealing. The feelings
were mutual. We went to the steam room.

The four of us sat in a corner and talked quietly.  Jack and George doffed
their towels and Archie followed their lead. Several other men in the room
had covered up when we entered but soon the towels slipped exposing
genitals. Two men were erect and Archie noticed that. A month earlier, he
might have left the room. He seemed to have no objection to doing some
sightseeing. I did not know who the men were, but they were not shy.

"You are new to the baths?" Jack asked Archie.

"I am," he replied. "It seems odd to be warm.  That is almost unnatural for
this time of the year."

"You are a highlander?" George asked.

"Very much so," Archie replied. "Being warm is a new experience, but it is
one I could get accustomed to easily.  I'm not sure that my father ever
heated more than a corner of a room in his life.  If I was lucky, the water
in a bath was tepid.  I normally wear three or four layers of woolens!"

"Let me assure you, that you look good wearing nothing. Sometimes clothes
cover a multitude of sins, you have the body of an athlete," Jack said. "No
one here at the Alhambra overdresses." One of the men on the other side of
the steam room dropped to his knees and began sucking his neighbor's
cock. Archie watched but did not react except for becoming erect.

"I hope Angus told you that we are a friendly group here?" George asked as
he bent over and began to lick Archie's tool. Archie jumped a little and
then relaxed. Jack fondled my cock as George sucked. The three men on the
other side of the room became more intensely engaged and then left.

A very tall man I did not know entered the steam room. He looked at us and
came over. "May I join you?" he asked in a Highland accent. If an artist
were to paint a picture of a Highland chieftain, he would have picked this
man as a model.  He was tall, muscular and well formed. With a bushy
reddish-blond beard and body hair, he would have looked fierce, except for
his twinkling blue eyes. He saw George sucking Archie. The man smiled and
had an amused look on his face.

"Are introductions needed, or can a needy man join in?" he asked.  His tool
was at my eye level so I leaned over and licked it. He stepped closer so I
could take the entire organ.

"A mate of mine told me this was a friendly place," he said. "I'm Sandy
Brown.  It's been a long time since I drained my balls."

"Were you saving up for a reason?" Archie asked.

"It was pure bad luck," he said. "I was hoping to share it with a mate."

"I think we can help you out," Jack said.

The door opened two more men entered the room.  The steam was thick, but I
recognized Omar and Ali, the bath's owner and attendant respectively. They
were wearing Turkish style robes, but they were open, displaying their
genitals. I knew them well enough to suspect that they were here to inspect
Sandy.

I noticed that Sandy looked at their genitals first before he looked at
their faces. Omar smiled.  He knew what that meant.

"We have just opened a new room. It is a parlor," Omar said. "It is for
intimate encounters. Would you men like to see it?"

"How intimate is intimate?" Sandy asked.

"Let us just say that you are dressed for the part!" Omar replied. We
followed Omar to the new parlor.  It was above the main level and had been
a part of Omar's apartment. I expected it to be an upholstered and drapery
filled room. It was tile and marble with some divans and ottomans. Oriental
style hanging lanterns illuminated the space giving it an Arabian Night's
like feeling.  Bottles of lubricants were evident. There was a small
fountain in a corner and exotic plants partially concealed a shower.

"Some of our patrons are shy about engaging in overtly intimate activities
in front of men they don't know.  They are afraid the might offend," Ali
said. "This room is purely for those activities. Anyone in this room is
here for that purpose."

"The room is beautiful," I said. I was going to say the room was not
necessary form my point of view, but by then Archie was sucking on
Sandy. This was the first time I had seen Archie take the initiative and
that was a step forward. Omar removed his robe and joined them. Archie had
two cocks to suck and he took advantage of the situation.

Ten minutes later, I saw Sandy sucking Archie's cock. Archie looked
transported. I think it was more than he expected or had hoped. Sandy was
no shrinking violet and was enthusiastic about Archie's cock.

Omar was just as interested in Archie, but he held back.  I had noticed
that before.  Omar always deferred to a customer. Omar came over to me and
asked if he could massage my anus for a while. I asked it was with his
fingers or penis. He stroked his cock in answer. I was sitting on a leather
ottoman. I lay back and pulled my legs up exposing my hole.

Omar rarely screwed patrons, and I took this as an honor. I suspected this
was an appetizer for a later connection with Archie or Sandy, but that was
fine with me.

"I will have Ali lubricate you," Omar said.  "I want you to be open." Jack
and George watched as Ali oiled my hole. Unexpectedly Ali used his cock to
work the lubricant deeper into my rectum. He shot off and Jack took his
place. Jack oiled his cock and then shoved it deep. Only after he
ejaculated did Omar take his place.

I shivered when his well-lubricated cock touched my hole. He gently applied
pressure. "You must let me in," he whispered. "I never force it into a man.
He must want it. He must open himself to me."  Omar pulled away briefly and
I was afraid he would fuck me.  His knob touched my hole a second time.

I relaxed a little, and a second later, his entire tool was deep in me. He
was big, muscular man. Once he sensed an opening, he was in deep. The
penetration winded and disoriented me. I was dazed and could not think
straight. I knew it was huge. If it hurt, I could not tell.

Omar was still and then made small movements, little jiggles. I gasped for
air. It seemed that he was pulling out. That was only for an inch or
two. He pushed in again. A few minutes later, he was making deep, gentle
strokes. I could feel his cock head as he thrust.

He pulled out and let Archie take a turn.  Archie was excited and had a
spectacular orgasm shortly after he entered me.  When he pulled out, Omar
reentered. It was easy this time. All of my unease had vanished and it was
beautiful.

"Outside of these walls, it is all but impossible to use sperm as a
lubricant," Omar said. "Only here can you find men willing to contribute
sperm for other men's pleasure. It is beautiful and pleasurable in the
extreme. Do you feel the same thing, Angus?"

"I do," I managed to say.  The sexual sensations were so strong it was hard
to form words.

"I was hoping you felt that way. If it ceases to be enjoyable, let me
know," Omar said. "I love teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Every time I
get close, I pull out and let another man enjoy you. If you stop enjoying
it, I need to know. Your enjoyment enhances my pleasure."

He pulled out one more time and Sandy took his place. Sandy alternated
quick, hard thrusts with long, gentle strokes. He moaned as he approached
his climax. He shot off deep in me and then pulled away slowly, ejaculating
the entire time. When he finally pulled out, I knew my entire rectum was
coated in his seed.

Omar entered for a last time and the feelings were too intense for me to
know how I was reacting. Omar was most excited and I suspected Sandy's seed
was responsible. I felt Omar shudder as he released his semen in me.

Jack and George came over to me. I thought it was over, but I felt George's
tongue licking my hole. He was not just licking; he was trying to get his
tongue in my ass.  I relaxed my sphincter. I assumed sperm was drooling
out, but that did not bother George at all. I became excited as his tongue
licked up the remains of the four orgasms that been deposited.

Suddenly I was beyond the point of no return. Jack was watching and he
sucked my knob and ate my sperm as I ejaculated. My ass relaxed completely
and George finally got his tongue into my cum filled chute.

The two men helped to the shower to clean up. I briefly was afraid I had
made a spectacle of myself, but I saw Archie on his back taking Sandy's
organ. Sandy was a big boy, but I could tell he was gently working his
member into Archie's hole. Archie was fully erect and I knew he wanted
Sandy in him.  Omar and Ali were watching with obvious interest and
pleasure.  George, Jack and I went over to watch.

I was there when Sandy's cockhead made contact with Archie's
prostate. Archie had been taking it like a man, when I suddenly saw a wave
of pleasure overcome him.  His eyes rolled back in his head; he gasped for
breath and any suggestion of tenseness left his body. Sandy immediately
went deep, but he pulled out enough to caress the little gland in Archie's
ass a few more times. Omar leaned over and tenderly enveloped Archie's cock
in his mouth. This surprised me; he rarely took a cock. He had so many
admirers he usually fed the multitudes.

Sandy tapped Omar on the back and signaled that he would surrendered his
place in Archie's ass to the older man.  Omar took the position and slid
into Archie's rectum.

I then realized the reason for the parlor.  It was not just for the shy or
discrete who we uneasy about man sex. It was for the men who wanted a more
intimate relations, displaying affection and the depths of their sexual
urges and feelings.

Sex in the baths was intense and casual. It was men getting off with the
help of other men.  It was pleasurable and fun. It was with who ever
visited the baths that day. The parlor was a place for men to go another
step.  It was entirely sexual, but included and emotional and even a
romantic aspect.

The romantic aspect was expressed with erect genitals and a receptive ass,
not in words. When Ali and Jack fucked me, they were just having fun. Omar
made love to me.  He let Archie and Sandy join in. he wanted them to join
our little club. They were the members of the club; my ass was the
clubhouse.

An hour later, I returned to my lodging, tired but still feeling the warmth
of the session in the parlor. I was home for no more than an hour when
Alistair came knocking at my door. He was with a friend he introduced as
Maximillian Schaefer. He was a German professor visiting Edinburg for
several months. I offered them tea and we talked. Schaefer spoke English
well, but not idiomatically. He was a professor of Medicine at Heidelberg,
specializing in mental disorders.

I was puzzled by Alistair's unexpected visit. He took me aside and told me
that Schaefer was to have lodged with a friend, but the friend had left
town without instructions or a key. He needed a place to stay for a few day
until the problem could be resolved. Alistair was hoping I could provide a
temporary place for him to stay. I agreed to help.

Alistair also wanted me to help Maximilian adjust to Edinburg. He was
having a problem with Scot's accents and he had never been outside of
Germany before. I said I would do what I could. Alistair told him that I
would give him lodging and he would send his trunk over immediately.
Alistair left and I was alone with Maximilian.

He was a little younger than I am, but taller and very well groomed. He had
blond hair cut very short and a carefully trimmed beard. He was exceeding
courteous and polite. We had dinner and then his trunk arrived.

It was late and I took him to his room. He was most ill at ease and was
relieved to be alone. He was impressed by my bathroom. I had hot and cold
water, a water closet and a tub with a shower next to it. He seemed to
think that was most luxurious and asked if he could take a bath. I smiled
and told him that was the purpose of the bath.

The next morning he took a shower bath when he woke. He was impressed by my
breakfast. We talked. He was prone to apologize. He told me that he did not
know what was proper in Scotland. He was a precise and orderly man who
wanted to do everything right, but he did not know what was expected. I
took him on a tour of the city.

He had read many of Sir Water Scott's and enjoyed the tour. He thought
Edinburgh was a romantic city. Heidelberg was a city in the
mountains. Edinburgh is on a plain, with Castle Hill, Arthur's seat and
Carlton Hill all on volcanic outcroppings. I never thought of the city as
romantic, but I think Scott influenced his thinking. I ran into Alistair
who was with a friend and houseguest, Donald MacDonald.

I immediately recognized that MacDonald was more than a houseguest, he was
a lover. That explained why Max was with me. Alistair wanted to be alone
with his friend.  MacDonald's mother had just died after a long illness.
He had been taking care of this was his first trip away for his Highland
home in years.

Max had relaxed some after the tour. After dinner that night, I asked him
about his work. He, like Alistair, interested in sexual behavior. While he
was a medical doctor, he had been classically educated with a heavy
emphasis on Ancient Greek culture. I told him my studies of classics was
more perfunctory, and there was a heavy emphasis on the "dirty bits" among
my schoolmates.

Max laughed. "Teen age boys all think alike!" he said. "I thought that was
unique to German boys."

"I am afraid it has to do with the interests of all adolescent
boys. Nationality has nothing to do with it," I said. "I knew a man who had
visited Pompeii. He was deeply pleased to have been able to translate the
obscene graffiti scribbled on the walls. That seemed to have impressed him
most.  He said the Romans wrote modern obscenities.  My Latin tutor told
what I should not read because it was obscene.  Of course I looked it up
immediately."

Max laughed. "I did the same with Greek writers. I did not know what they
were doing, but I knew it was dirty. One of my professors was most worried
about Greek Love.  He never told us what it was. I knew it was secret,
enjoyable and forbidden. I have never experienced it so I don't know
whether it was as enjoyable as he suggested." I did not say anything. "Do
you have any knowledge on the subject?"

"I am afraid my knowledge is not academic or literary.  I have never
translated the Greeks," I said. The conversation had taken an uncomfortable
turn. He was nervous too. It struck me that Alistair had sent Max to me
because I knew a lot about Greek Love by personal experience. I decided to
be direct.

"I hope I do not shock you, but my knowledge of Greek love is from personal
experience," I said. "I can attest to finding it deeply enjoyable."

I could feel Max relaxing as tension left his body. "It is truly
pleasurable? That always struck me as being implausible."

"In some ways all sex seems improbable to me.  It is hard to believe my
parents did it, but I come from a large family and they had to do
something," I said. There was a little delay and then he
laughed. Understanding a joke in a foreign language is difficult.

"My family is Lutheran, sex was never mentioned other than to tell me to
avoid women until I married," he said. "They never told me what to avoid in
any detail!" We laughed.

"Was Greek Love good?" Max asked.

"I was good for me and for my partners," I said. "Every person is
different. I may run into someone who doesn't like it, but that has not
happened yet."

"Can you tell me what it is like?" he asked.

"Have you been with a woman sexually?" I asked.

He shook his head and then added, "I have followed my family's
instructions!"

"I think the actual experience of sex is hard to put in words. It is
pleasurable, exciting and enjoyable, but it is several levels more intense
than non-sexual pleasure," I said. "I think some people feel it more than
others, but that may be due to social pressures.  I think many women are
taught that sex is an ordeal to be tolerated rather than enjoyed. Some men
may feel the same way."

"I do not feel that way, but I haven't had sex either," Max said. We talked
a little longer and went to bed. I met him in the hall as I was coming from
the bath and he was going to the bath.

"I was going to take a shower. Is that an extravagance?" he asked. I told
him that the bath was to be used not just admired. He smiled.

"It seems like a luxury to me. We only had cold water at home," he
said. "Would you care to share the shower with me? That would be less
extravagant." I went with him into the bath.

I knew what he wanted, but I did not know if he was ready for sex. He
turned on the shower and got under the warm water.  I joined him. Max was
not erect, but he was not soft either. We washed and Max dropped the
soap. I went to pick it up. I was looking directly at his cock and I sucked
it.  Max was definitely ready for sex.