Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:37:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 4

The Smithy 4

by Bald Hairy Man

this is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.


By now it was getting quite late, and I retired to my bedroom. The next day
would be busy for the men, preparing the house for the ball. The first
guests arrived at noon and were greeted by the Earl and his excited
daughters. I saw Sean and Billy hauling luggage to the bachelor's
quarters. There weren't enough footmen and household servants to handle the
load. The guests were all well connected and wealthy. I did note that none
of Queen Victoria's grandsons were in attendance. I suspected the Earl was
smiling inwardly.

I was of course invited to the ball, but I begged off.  I didn't have my
formal attire, and I said I might prefer to spend the night reading. Out of
politeness her ladyship begged me to come anyway, but when I demurred and
reminded her of my back problem.  She said she understood and looked
slightly relieved.

I knew one or two of the men from College. I told them about the accident
and Tristan's misfortune. I was with one of Tristan's sisters and she told
them about my bravery in trying to lift the wheel to free Tristan. "Were
there no footmen?" Lord Cloverton asked.  I knew Cloverton slightly.  He
was a pleasant fellow, but I realized he simply could not visualize
traveling without a retinue.

The Earl took me aside in the library during a quiet interlude in the
afternoon. "You are a handsome lad and a good sport to boot," he said.

"I enjoyed meeting you last night," I said. "It was a pleasure."

"Let me assure you, the pleasure was all mine," he said. The Earl leaned
close to me and whispered.  "Ram enjoyed you too. He is always seeking out
new experiences and you provided him with one last night.  He was much
impressed.  Ram told me you are new to the sport?" I noted the Earl's
conversation would seen entirely innocuous to anyone who chanced to hear
us.

"I am," I replied. "I played for the first time four days ago."

"You are lucky," he observed. "I wish I had learned to play when I was your
age. By the way, Lord Annandale is here with his daughter Arabella. He
injured his foot on the trip here and will not attend the ball."

I didn't know why he mentioned this, then I understood.  "Is Lord Annandale
a sportsman?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he replied. "A great sportsman. He is injured, but he can still
play. I put him in a suite away from the noise of the ball. It is quite
quiet and secluded there. I can tell him you might visit him to pass the
time, if you're interested?"  "That would be nice," I answered. The Earl
smiled.  Three carriages arrived and the house resumed it's normal
character, noisy and confused.  Most of the guests arrived between four and
five and the place was in an uproar. There was light refreshment available,
but the main dinner would be a t 11:00 at the ball. The bachelor's quarters
were over flowing with men and servants. By 8:30 it quieted down as
everyone was dressed. I returned to my room and found a plate of food and
wine. Someone had remembered I wasn't going to the ball.

Shortly after all the guest went to the ball room someone knocked on my
door. I opened it.

"Mr. Fairbairn?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Lord Annandale's man," he said, "I am to take you to his quarters. If
you wish." The man was my Father's age. But was dressed in Lord Annandale's
livery. He wore tight pants in the 18th century style and I saw they barely
contained his impressive equipment.

"Come in while I get my coat," I said, "I'd be happy to meet his Lordship."

He came in my room and closed the door. "Not half as happy as he will be,"
he said with a wink.

"I'm Robert Fairbairn."

"Cox here," he said. "Valet and all purpose man to his Lordship."

"And a lot of cock I see," I said looking at the bulge in his pants.

"I see you're a connoisseur," he replied. I put on my coat and we went to
Lord Annandale's rooms. His Lordship was a handsome man and rather younger
than I had expected.  He was on the bed and had been drinking. While we
were talking, he slipped to his side and began to snore.  Cox came over and
put a pillow under his head.

"The Doctor gave him a powder for the pain," Cox said. "I'm afraid he
should have mixed it with water, not whiskey."

I laughed. "Does this happen regularly? I asked.

"Not at all.  This is a first," Cox replied. "He will be very embarrassed
tomorrow morning."

"Do you share his taste for entertainment?" I asked.

Cox looked me in the eye.  "That I do, Sir."  he replied. "His Lordship
likes them younger than me, so I don't get much fun.  Luckily I like to
watch."

I stepped closer to him and cupped his impressive equipment in my hand. He
looked at me and winked.

"Perhaps I should wait for him to wake up." I said. By that time his hand
was in the front of my trousers, searching for my genitals.  "That would be
nice Sir," he said as he began to take off his clothes. Lord Annandale's
livery was pale green satin with masses of white lace and the family crest
embroidered on the waist coat. There was a powdered wig too.  Cox
transformed himself form being a pop-in-jay to a ruddy working man as he
stripped.  He had shocking red hair, and his a heavy coat of red hair on
his body.  He reminded me of a orangutan I once saw in a zoo.

His skin was white but he had pink tits and a huge, pinkish-purple cock
head poking out of his foreskin. I dropped to my knees and easily coaxed it
out of the shroud. It came to life quickly. He knob was large and barely
fit in my mouth.

"I didn't expect this," he said. "but the attention is more than
welcome. Let's go to the bed where we can share better." Cox rolled his
master to the side. When we got on the bed, he sucked me as I sucked
him. He seemed to be hungry and swallowed my entire member.  I tried to do
the same for him and was surprised when I succeeded. From this angle it fit
my mouth. His shaft was thiner than his knob, and curved in a way that made
it easy to swallow.

When I pulled off is organ to get a breath, I suctioned some of his man
juices from his balls. Once I discovered the secret to getting his juices,
I milked him. I was so excited by this I hardly noticed he was milking
me. I had a feeling of almost brotherhood as we shared our manly juices.

He pulled off.  "Can I ask you a question, Mr. Fairbairn?"

I said surely.

"Would it bother you if I shot my load into your mouth? You're a
gentleman. Some don't like a common man's seed," he asked.

"I like man seed," I said. "I'm not so sure there is much difference
between a common man's balls and those of an aristocrat."

"Lord Annandale thinks there is," Cox said. "He'll feed me his, but not
take mine. He likes to breed me like a dog."

"Does that offend you?"

"Not at all, truthfully speaking," he answered. "He's got a long, thin one
that fits easily and feels good. It sort of tickles. He can also stay hard
for hours. Once and a while I'd like to fuck a man."

"When did you get to do this?"

"The last time was when we visited the Earl. He's a fine man and neither he
nor his friends put on airs. I had a great time in the Turkish bath."

"Were you here with Lord Annandale?"

"His lordship was there and he had a good time," Cox said. "He let the Earl
and the Earl's men have their way with him, but not me, nor anyone from our
house. The Earl seemed to take all who had a mind to." As he talked he move
a finger toward my hole.  When I didn't object, he licked his finger and
returned it to my ass. He continued to talk as his finger pressed deeper.
"I had never seen him take it until the Earl popped him," Cox said. "Up to
that time, I thought his arse was virgin, but he took the Earl's big thing
easily."  By now his finger found my nut and I sighed in pleasure. He
massaged the small gland.

"I see everything in your arse is in working condition," he said as he
played with the gland. "I was really surprised when he took the Indian
Giant's monster. It slid in his ass like a hot knife through butter. His
Lordship likes to be in charge, but he was the Indian's cock slave the
second the member was on the dark side of the arse."

Cox moved again. He spit on his cock and then spit into my hole. Then he
spread my legs wide and nuzzled his cock head into my hole. "This may sting
a little when I pop you, but it will feel great when I'm in," he said.  He
was in very quickly. Cox was both forceful and gentle. I knew he would
penetrate me, but he seemed almost relaxed and casual about it. There was a
quick twinge of pain when the bloated tip of his cock entered, but then my
ass closed on his thin shaft. I felt the odd sensation that his cock head
alone was in my ass.

The bulbous knob explored my rectum. The sensations were unexpectedly
pleasurable. He continued to talk. Cox was an amusing man and had many
curious tales to tell. The sensations in my ass began to intensify as he
continued his slow movements. But now he had propped my legs on his
shoulders and was stoking my cock. He spit on his hands to lubricate my
cock.

"You got a beautiful one," he said as he stoked my member. "Sometimes the
big ones aren't that pretty. I like them big, mind you, but some are just
tubes of man meat.  Yours is big and pretty, lovely head, thick shaft, nice
ripe balls."

He let my legs down, straddled me and then sat on my cock in lightening
like quick movement.  My cock slid into his cock like a hot knife into
butter. He moaned in pleasure as he skewered himself. Once it was in, he
sat still for a few moments, then he began to bounce on my cock. He bounced
three or four times.  I filled his ass with my seed. When he was done, he
got off my cock and fed me his cock.  My tongue barely touched the tip of
his cock when he unloaded the entire contents of his balls in my mouth.

"You're a good lad," he said. I was tired and went back to my room.  The
ball was still underway. I slept well. When I woke the next morning the
revelers had just gone to bed. I, with the servants, were the only one
stirring. That afternoon I returned to Tristan's house with his daughters.
The party had been a success and the girls had selected their future
husbands. The gentlemen in question knew nothing of their good luck, but
the girls amused themselves with fantasies.

At the Ramble Lord and Lady Redborough greeted the girls as conquering
heroes. Tristan was much better. As then entered the house, the doctor was
leaving.

"I hear that Tristan is recovering," I said.  "I am Robert Fairbairn, a
friend of his from Oxford."

"Dr. MacEwan here," he said.  The doctor was a distinguished looking
man. "He is well on the way to full recovery.  I'm afraid he may get
suffocated from the attention lavished on him."

"They do dote on their children," I said.

He smiled.  "By the way, you were quite right about Virgil.  He was in a
bad way. I cleaned out the infection and gave his wife instructions how to
keep it clean. He has turned the corner."

"I'm pleased.  When I visited him I didn't get a good feeling."

"It strikes me as odd that while the Redborough's are kindly they seem to
have a blind spot in some areas," the Doctor said.

"Perhaps they were preoccupied with Tristan?"

He looked me in the eye. "You are a man who is is liberal and generous in
his attitudes and sentiments," he said. I understood he thought I was being
kind rather than realistic about my hosts. "I greatly appreciate that, you
have done a great service to Virgil." We shook hands and he left.  I went
to see Tristan who did indeed look better. I told him about the party at
the Earl's.  He enjoyed that, but was scandalized I had not attended to
ball. I assured him I had enjoyed myself.

I was surprised to note the servants seemed to be more differential to
me. When I walked in the gardens, the gardeners tipped their hats to me and
in the house, the maids curtsied. At dinner I noticed my meat was
particularly choice, and wine glass was never empty. Lord Redborough
mentioned I seemed to be quite the servants' pet.

My visit came to an end when I received a telegram from my father saying my
Aunt had died and I had to be at the funeral in two days. He asked that I
get there, quickly and said he would bring my mourning attire with him. I
was off on a horse to the nearest train station in two hours. My visit to
Tristan had not been what I had expected it to be, but it was rewarding in
many other ways.

I am a cautious traveler so I always allow extra time to insure I am on
time. As I passed Ralph's cottage, I stopped to talk with him. He was hard
at work , but was glad to see me. I told him of my time with Tristan and of
my visit to the Earl.

"The Earl is a right randy gentleman, isn't he?" he said.  He winked at
me. "It is a friendly house." clearly he knew about the Turkish bath.

"That it was," I observed. I told him of my adventures there. "Might I
visit you again sometime?" I asked.

"I would like that," he said. "You enjoyed the party?"

"I did, but I enjoyed the night before the party even more."

"I was thinking that too," he said. I had to get on my way. We kissed and I
left. I got to the funeral and then spent some time at home with my father
before returning to the University. I felt more mature and my friends, who
I had looked up to the year before seemed younger. I now understood they
weren't that knowledgeable. Most importantly, I now knew I didn't know
everything and I couldn't be absolutely assured the my judgments were sound
and correct. They still were blissfully unaware of that reality.

The Earl visited Oxford and he had been a member of my college. I saw him
in the quadrangle and he came over to speak to me.

"Mr. Fairbairn, it's good to see you. I knew you were here, but had no idea
you went to my college," he said. What chatted and exchanged
pleasantries. One of his daughters was engaged to the son of a Duke, so his
wife was happy. "By the way, I going to visit an old friend here for dinner
tonight, you might enjoy meeting him.  We all share some common interests."

"I would hate to impose on a private party," I said.

The Earl smiled. "Don't give that a moments thought," he said as he leaned
closer to me. "The gentleman is a sportsman, like ourselves."  I agreed to
go with him. I had no experiences since I had left the Earl's castle four
months earlier. Logically I should have realized there were men in Oxford
who shared my interests, but I couldn't conceive of a way to meet them, so
I put the idea out of my mind.

That evening the Earl met me at the college gates in a carriage. Ram was
with him as were Billy, Sean's son, and Jack, the stoker.  We drove to a
small, house on the edge of town. A tall, heavily bearded man greeted us
warmly.  He introduced himself as Edmund Bannister, but I knew him as Sir
Edmund, noted botanist and famous explorer. Two men were with
him. Unexpectedly, one was Lord Cloverton, who I had met at the Earl's
house party, and the other was a huge, bruiser of a man named Ronnie.

Apparently Sir Edmund knew Ram and Billy already. He greeted them
warmly. Jack and I were new to him and he was more than cordial. I thought
the house was small at first, but I realized it was new and well
appointed. I don't know if a place can be modestly luxurious, but that
would describe it well. It was very different from the showy mansions that
distinguish our times.

Sir Edmund and Ronnie served drinks. Apparently Ronnie was Sir Edmund's
man, but there was no sense of the normal servant-master
relationship. Ronnie addressed Lord Cloverton as Robin, and Robin gazed on
Ronnie as if he were a god. I tried to visualize Ronnie and the rather
delicate Robin coupling, but I couldn't.

One more man joined our group, Isaac Woolrich.  He was an archaeologist
famous for his Mesopotamian expeditions. He was a bearlike man with white
beard. Woolrich was much taken by Jack.

The room was low and a fire in huge fireplace made it warm in no time. It
was furnished in oriental rugs and pillows on benches, chairs and
divans. There was a slightly oriental air about the place that co-existed
well with the English character of the house itself. I was chatting with
Ram when I saw the Earl and Billy disrobing on the other side of the
room. Ronnie was stripping Robin next to the fireplace. Issac was with
Jack.

Sir Edmund took me under his wing. He put his arm around my shoulders. "Are
you a shy man?" he asked.

I smiled at him. "No sir," I said. "Not at all."

"Does it bother you to feed from the cock of a man you've just met?" he
asked.  I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants. A minute later we
were both naked. Sir Edmund was sitting on a chair, and I was sucking his
cock.

Robin, Lord Cloverton, was moaning on the other side of the room. He cried
out, Stop! Stop! I can't take any more." A second or two later he'd beg,
"Get it deeper. Go all the way." I assume Ronnie was the man going deeper.
But I was too occupied with Sir Edmund to look up.