Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2008 19:47:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smithy 8

The Smithy 8

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.

On Saturday we went off to visit one of Ralph's friends. We walked across
country to a small hamlet with a brand new large church. It dwarfed the
hamlet and was done in the latest style. Next to it was a rambling rectory,
also new. The sign identified it as All Saint's, given by Sir Maxwell Jones
and dedicated to the Glory of God. Sir Maxwell's name was much bigger than
the All Saints, and clearly he wanted to make sure God remembered he had
given the building.

We went past the rectory to a smaller house hidden by the bulk of the
church.  An elf like man answered the door when we knocked.

"Ralph, it's good to see you. Who is your young friend?" the man asked.

"This is Robert Fairbairn, a scholar from Oxford. Robert, this his John
Perkins.  He is the organist for this mighty pile!"

We exchanged greetings and entered the cottage. The house was cozy and
warm. John introduced us to two men in the room, Hugh and Clyde. They were
working men who pumped the bellows for the church's organ. "We like to
pump," Clyde said. Hugh laughed and John smiled.  It was a joke of some
sort. A man entered the room from the kitchen. He was older and had a
grizzled beard.  He was introduced as Wilfred.

There was a knock at the door and John went to answer it.  He returned with
another man who was obviously the Rector. The tall and impressive priest
came over to to me immediately. "Hello! I am Bainbridge Blossom, the
ecclesiastical ruler of this diminutive realm," he said in introduction.

"The church is most impressive," I said.

"Indeed it is," he replied. "Alas there is no population to serve. All
Saints is a stunning example of misplaced philanthropy. We serve only the
philanthropist, his family and staff.  The hamlet is all Church of
Scotland. For the rest of the week Mr Perkins and I are left to amuse
ourselves. By chance were found Hugh and Clyde.  They were acquaintances of
Ralph. When we met Ralph our exile here became more like the Garden of Eden
than Siberia."

"Indeed, Bainbridge and I were but novices in the erotic arts until Ralph
taught us his amatory skills," John said.

"By amatory skills, John means I taught them how to fuck," Ralph said with
a twinkle in his eye. All the men laughed. Bainbridge began to take off his
clerical garb. Hugh and Clyde were laborers who wore heavy, well worn
clothes. Naked they were impressive specimens and looked very alike. I
wondered if they were brothers or cousins. They were in their later 30s I
guessed.  Soon we were all naked except for Wilfred, who took his
time. "Shake a leg, Uncle Wilfred," Hugh called.

"You know the last one naked is the first one fucked," Clyde added.

"Keep your mouths shut or I'll tell your mum what you've been up too,"
Uncle Wilfred replied. He was smiling and seemed good humored.

"We'll tell Auntie Meg," Hugh replied.

Wilfred laughed. "You know as well as I, she's happy as long as my cock's
not near her!"

As this good natured family squabble continued, John sunk to his knees and
swallowed my cock. Ralph had gone over to Hugh and Clyde. They bent over
and shared Ralph's generously scaled member.  Bainbridge joined John and
me.  By now Wilfred was finally naked and he joined Ralph and gave his
nephews another cock to suck.

Bainbridge got behind me and put his arms around me, playing with my
nipples and the hair on my chest.  "As you are a friend of Ralph, I assume
you aren't shocked?" he asked.

"Not at all," I replied. "This has all the makings of a pleasurable
afternoon."

"Before we met Ralph, John and I were reserved and a bit reticent in our
tastes," he continued. "We are devout men, and I think we were afraid to
acknowledge the reality of our sexual needs and desires. I am afraid I had
turned into a sour and bitter man as a result of that.  I could not resolve
the demands of being a devout Christan and of being what is classified as a
sexual deviant."  Bainbridge was rubbing his erect member against my ass
crack and he talked.

"How did you resolve it?" I asked.

"Ralph resolved it," He said. "He asked if I knew the Good Samaritan was a
man who loved men? Of course I did not. Ralph suggested the Good Samaritan
was a symbol of any good man who was despised by society. That was not his
exact words, of course, Ralph always speaks directly and without
embellishment, but I realized he was right. We, like the ancient
Israelites, made rules as to who is, or is not clean, good, or virtuous,
but neither God, nor Jesus cares about these rules. God sheds his grace on
all good and virtuous persons."

"You are a man of the most liberal bent," I said.  "Did Ralph teach you
anything else?"

"Many things. I discovered I was a snob and a fool and I had spent much of
my life looking for the wrong things," Bainbridge explained. "I both
dreaded and used persons of the so called lower orders."

"This sounds like harsh medicine," I said.

"It was more liberating than harsh," he said. "John and I were alone
here. We were without anyone of the right social status to associate
with. For the first times in our lives we have friends we can talk to and
play with.  This is the first time in our lives we have been with men we
can be honest with. We spent years hiding our true natures."

As far as I could tell, Bainbridge's true nature involved getting his cock
into my arse.  For some reason I wasn't quite ready for that.  There was a
loud knocking at the door.  Bainbridge and John hastily put on robes and
went to answer it.  I joined the other men in the room.

I was much surprised when our hosts returned to the room with two soldiers
in tow. One was an officer, Major Robert Towman, and the other was Sergeant
Major MacIvens. They were wearing the uniforms of a well known Highland
regiment.

"It's good to see you Robbie," Ralph exclaimed.

"You've never met my friend Mac MacIvens, but take my word, we're birds of
a feather," the Major said. There two men stripped in record time. Both
were tall, but Mac was notably taller. Robbie sported a beard that looked
like the Emperor Franz Joseph. Mac's beard was the size and color of a
large badger. As far as I could tell the hair was continuous from his
mustache to his toes. His cock and balls were concealed somewhere in a
thicket of unruly hair at his crotch. He was a massive bear of a man.

Major Towman was quite muscular and you could see his body, since he had
ginger colored hair.  He was almost as hairy as the Master Sergeant, but
his hair was almost transparent. He seemed well endowed. John made all the
necessary introductions. I was introduced as Robert Fairbairn,
distinguished scholar from Oxford and only son of the inventor and
industrialist Sir Robert Fairbairn.

Much to my surprise, Mac came up to me immediately and shook my hand. "It's
a great honor to meet you," he said is a strong Scots accent. "Your father
is a great man. Are you working on the same inventions?"

I explained I was most interested in hydrolics, and told him about my paper
on the pressure of water going through pipes. I stopped when I realized I
was being pedantic. Mac was very interested. He thought water power was
potentially the savior of the highlands, providing economical power to that
poor area. He was fascinated.  I was shocked.

Standing with the big, naked, hairy man, my interests weren't only
scientific. I reached out and touched his muscular torso.

"Some people think I'm the missing link," he whispered.

"I never thought the missing link would be so handsome," I said. My hand
slipped down his torso and went searching for his cock. I found it and
squeezed it. At first I thought it was very wide, but short. His foreskin
was furry.  That helped to disguise the member. Hanging below the cock was
a hairy sack filled with two apple sized orbs.

I soon realized Mac had a telescoping penis. At rest it retracted into his
body. As I stimulated him it grew. Indeed it grew well beyond a reasonable
proportion. My organ was growing too. Mac seemed to appreciate that.

"I don't much like men with boy parts. You've got some real meat on you,"
he murmured as he felt for my balls, "and the potatoes too."

Major Towman came up to us. "Major Sergeant MacIvens tends to be rough and
ready when he gets excited," he whispered in my ear. "He is a treasure and
a good man in every other way. I brought him here to learn another approach
to sexual enjoyment. I had planned for Ralph to do the teaching, but Ralph
tells me you are fully qualified."

"Don't listen to him," Mac said.  He clearly wasn't at all concerned about
his superior officers comments. "I'm just a friendly man who likes his
sport."  He stoked my cock again. His cock continued to grow as I played
with his furry foreskin. His cock head had yet to make it's appearance, but
a large bulge was progressing up the tube of skin.

"Mr. Fairbairn is a gentleman," the Major said. "Your horse cock isn't for
everyone."

Mac collected some of the fluids leaking from my cock on his finger and
licked it off. The Major knew what that meant. Again I realized one can't
be a reticent and reserved English gentleman when you are nude and sexually
aroused.  At one time I felt betrayed by my unruly cock. In this situation
my cock signaled my interest to the big Scot. The Major left us to our own
devices.

I dropped to my knees and took his foreskin into my mouth. I could tell he
had bathed just before he came here, but as I took his cock there was a
rich and pungent taste and smell of man. There wasn't a trace of urine,
none of excrement either. It was the gamy and musky smell of an aroused
male. I worked my tongue into the thick skin and searched for the head. Mac
must have been oozing pre cum for a while. The fresh stuff was still sweet,
but the older had fermented into an almost intoxicating jelly.

My tongue first made contact the underside of his knob where a delicate
membrane of skin connected the knob with the foreskin. Mac shivered and
moaned when I did this. I delicately played with the area. The Scot
rewarded me with a fresh flow of fluids. In my heart I knew there would be
no delicate way to get his member deep into my body, but I wanted it and
sensed he wanted it too. By now his cock head was at full size. The skin
had been thick but was paper thin when the glans freed itself from the
shroud.

I licked the flared edge of the organ.  This was particularly sensitive and
his member twitched as it expelled more of his ball juice. We moved to a
pile of pillows and got on the floor. He shifted me so I could continue my
worship of his member as he swallowed mine. It was as if I were a ancient
man worshiping a male fertility God. It seemed the essence of maleness had
been distilled into this one man.  I was nursing at the cock of this god
like creature.  He was Hercules.

Mac swallowed my cock whole, with great gusto. He sucked me as if he were a
great epicure who had discovered a meal of the most delicious sort. His
nose was buried in my balls. He sniffed my manly scent as if he was trying
to inhale my balls, then redoubled his exploration on my genitals. There
was not an ounce of shyness about him. After a while his mouth progressed
from my cock to my balls. Mac took my ball sack and its contents into his
mouth.  From there he next attacked my ass. It wasn't my ass, but the hole
itself he wanted.

Of course I knew it wasn't his tongue, but the organ I was sucking that he
wanted in my ass. He seemed to relish forcing his tongue into my tender
hole. I was lost in my cock induced revery, when Mac stopped sucking.  I
glanced at him and saw Ralph had joined us and Mac was sucking him. A few
seconds later Mac returned to my ass and for a while he seemed to alternate
between my ass and Ralph's cock.

As far as I know Ralph and Mac didn't talk, but apparently they made a plan
to share me. Mac suddenly straddled my face and fed me his member. Ralph
grabbed my legs, spread then and then worked is spit covered cock into my
ass. I was fucked from both ends. I was in this position for no more than a
minute, when the two huge men switched positions. Ralph's balls draped over
my mouth, and he held my legs open as Mac assaulted my hole.

By now the rest of the men in the room clustered around me. They uttered
words of encouragement and stroked them selves. Mac was lubricated only by
my saliva, but when Mac pulled out for a fresh assault, Hugh and Clyde
sucked his cock with enthusiasm, unconcerned it had been in my ass. They
slobbered over it, and Mac went into my ass again.

It was a tight fit, but I wanted it. Apparently the other men in the room
wanted to watch it too. Mac was nice about it, but the problem was his
cock.  It was just big. The next time he pulled out, Clyde slobbered on his
cock, but Hugh pushed his cock into my vacated hole.  He made a half dozen
hard thrusts into me and shot his load. He pulled out leaving his man seed
to lubricate the deeper parts of my ass. Curiously, this worked well.

Hugh had a tapered cock.  While the head was quite small, the base was
thick. It fit easily in my behind, but still stretched my sphincter. When
Hugh pulled out Mac slipped deeper on his next thrust.  The men who
surrounded me noticed how well this worked and were more than willing to
contribute their cocks and seed to the enterprise.

I admit there may well have an aspect of enlightened self interest in their
generosity, but it worked for me, Mac and the rest of the men. Major
Towman,Wilfred and Bainbridge took their turns and added their seed to the
enterprise. I came to appreciate the great variety of male genitalia, and
the attractively varied ways men achieve an orgasm. Towman had a big head
and thin shaft. Wilfred had a long slender probe. Bainbridge had a thick,
but short member.  Each achieved pleasure in a unique way.

One hardly needs to say the men were all good sports. Ralph held and
encouraged me through out. He also described the organs as they entered my
ass. I also noted that Towman and Bainbridge had quite extended
orgasms. Towman and Wilfred felt no need to conceal the pleasure they felt
during their orgasms.

As Bainbridge pulled out Mac quickly replaced him and skewered me on his
cock. Lubricated on a river of man seed, the final deep thrust was
effortless. At first I was winded and confused. I was perfectly still. I
couldn't think and could hardly breathe. Then I felt like an over stuffed
bird at a holiday dinner, or perhaps a pig on a spit.

I heard Ralph telling me to relax.  It was all im, just relax and enjoy
it. I moved my ass a little and Mac's member shifted. It felt better
there. Mac pulled out an inch and then gently pushed back. He waited
perhaps thirty seconds and pulled out two inches.  A minute later he pulled
out three, then four inches. With each small thrust he seemed to establish
a stronger connection to me.

At first his cock had been an invader in my body. Soon it was a welcome
guest and after a few minutes I became an extension of his might member. At
that point if his cock had been double the size, I'd have taken it.

I know in the marriage ceremony two become one.  This happened to me, but I
wasn't an equal partner. I had merged with Mac.  In fact I had merged with
his cock. I wanted to do nothing other to worship his cock and live the
rest of my life attached to his huge member. Mac began to make deep thrusts
and as he did, I achieved something like what the Indians call nirvana. As
I floated above the scene in a state of sexual ecstasy, I remained aware of
the going's on around me. Hugh was on his back with Clyde's cock deep in
his arse. John, whose cock was much larger than I would have guessed, was
fondling Major Towman's cock as he sucked Wilfred's member. Bainbridge was
looking at the spectacle as if he were a happy mother watching his children
at play.

I could hardly stand the pleasure and began to spray my seed across the
room. Mac puled out and his cock sent ribbons of seed into the air. He
bellowed as he climaxed and that seemed to have inspired a general round of
orgasms. I all but passed out afterwards, drained of all energy.

Bainbridge had struck me an a genteel and fastidious man. I was much
surprised when I found him licking my ass and trying to coax some of the
satyrs' brew of saliva, cum and balls juices from my ass. John came over
and gently worked his cock into my ass. He would pull out and Bainbridge
licked the cum coated organ clean. John then gently penetrated me again.
Bainbridge must have cleaned it up four or five times. On the final
penetration, John deposited his own seed in my rectum.

If it hadn't been so pleasurable, I would have thought my self abused, and
my sphincter and rectum were well beyond being tender. John shot a huge
load of warm and creamy spunk into me. It was as if it were a soothing
salve or ointment. Bainbridge seem annoyed he had missed his lover's seed.

"Mr. Fairbairn is our guest," John said in gentle rebuke.