Plato's lodge 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.
One of the great advantages of philosophy for a timid and retiring person such as me is its abstraction. One can wallow in deep thoughts, yet avoid the problems of day-to-day life. The Classics have a similar advantage. Granted, there are many tales of treachery, betrayal, licentiousness and perversion in ancient times, but these are safely tucked 1,500 years ago. One can safely wallow in debauchery vicariously, without tainting oneself morally. The abstraction is an advantage to a timid person.
When you consider the sexual life of an ancient philosopher, there is an intellectual problem. Philosophy is abstract and theoretical; sexual activity must be the least abstract and theoretical of all activities. One does not need to understand sex to practice it. Sex is physical, not theoretical.
I think we also have a preference to turn our heroes into pure and chaste paragons. I wonder if such a pure, chaste and ethereal creature can be an actual human being. If such a person existed, would their thoughts be of any value since they would be so different from every other human on earth? Can you be a human being without a desire for sex?
It strikes me that religion may confuse these matters. We all fall short of the religious ideal. Is that because we are born to sin and degradation, or is it a false ideal? At one point, my father hired a tutor to guide men in my studies. That tutor, Mr. Giles, believed one had to be right on all subjects. I did very poorly, indeed, not only did I fail for the first time in my life, I dismally failed.
My father looked over my tests, compositions and exercises and then discharged Mr. Giles in the firmest way. I was shocked. I hadn't realized my father had a temper. I also hadn't realized my father would defend me so rigorously.
My father explained to me that when Mr. Giles found a single error on a mathematics test, I failed the test. If there was a single spelling error or grammatical problem in an essay, I failed. Mr. Giles accepted only perfection. Anything else was abject failure. My father was a stickler for these things too, and, incidentally, discovered Mr. Giles was not as perfect as he thought he was. My Father thought perfection in an eleven-year-old-boy was unlikely. My father believed Mr. Giles was not just unreasonable; he was unjust.
Plato, Aristotle and Socrates were great men, but they were men. They must have felt the same emotions and had the same needs that we feel. I am not a bold or adventurous man, but for some reason I got on my knees and took the semi-erect organ of the greatest poet of our age into my mouth. I was shocked at my boldness. Walt was shocked too, but when I worked my tongue into his foreskin, I found his cock was racing to meet it. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I knew his body liked it. He knew the love of an individual man, but had no experience of the fellowship found at Plato's Lodge. Looking back, I think he needed physical contact with other men. I knew he had friends, admirers and colleagues. He lacked the physical contact with a group of like-minded men.
When his cock reached the tip of my tongue, I could taste a hint of his manly juices on his slit. His foreskin was loose and I swirled my tongue around his knob and licked the tender connection between his skin and the cock head. There too I tasted his juices. They must have been oozed in anticipation of his visit to the Lodge. When my tongue caressed this tender part of his anatomy, fresh juices began to flow freely.
I was excited, but I think Walt was more excited. He took to group sex like a fish to water. I knew what he was feeling. I had been in the same situation weeks before when I met Rodney for the first time. Having Julian and Rodney sucking my cock seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I loved it. Walt loved it too; he was fully erect now.
Once the barrier was down, Walt joined in with enthusiasm. Seth was standing next to us and he went for his cock. Walt's cock spurted a glob of his ball juices when his lips encountered Seth's cock. Cocks don't lie. The cock of a common carpenter excited Walt. A little later, the well-educated Professor's cock inspired the same reaction when Walt tasted it.
Two hours later, I understood every cock excited Walt. I felt the same way. For years, I hadn't admitted I was attracted to men. When I first experienced man sex with a group of men who were manly, un ashamed and proud of their sexual needs, the clouds cleared; the sun came out and I had a new life.
As my tongue licked Walt's knob, all his timidity, all his fears, and all his inhibitions vanished. He was in love. I don't think he was in love with any one of us. He was in love with all of us, with mankind. I also think he fell in love with himself. There was a part of him he was afraid of that embarrassed him. He loved men and when he finally indulged his desires, he was free.
I understood that too. I wasn't sure if I overcame my fears, or if the pleasure I received from the sexual acts was so great, I didn't care anymore. As I sucked Walt's cock, he cried out and released the total contents of his balls. I had to swallow twice. As his seed gushed into my mouth, I felt him relax. He had the sexual release he needed.
For the next two hours, Walt made a thorough exploration of man-to-man sex and there was nothing he didn't like. This was not an intellectual exercise. This was a physical exploration of our genitals and sexual desires; He was open to all possibilities. He sucked everyone. He took a voyage into anal sex in Rodney's ass. Thomas was the first to shoot in his ass. He slurped up Seth's sperm and clearly had a taste for man seed. Paulo was the first to take Walt's seed in his ass.
Walt was evenhanded. He liked carpenters' cocks, the professors' cock and the sculptor's cocks. He also seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of semen. I think he had four orgasms, but I didn't know what he did when his cock was in someone's mouth or ass.
He was older, and may have looked elderly because of his huge beard. At first, I thought his cock was small, but it grew to full size as he played. His manly glands were those of a young man. He certainly had no problem maintaining an erection.
I wondered if young Greeks felt the same way as he sucked the manly juices from Socrates or Plato's' cock. After a day of lectures and discussions, did they settle down to a dinner, and then to a period of mutual pleasure. I know in theory the younger men served the older men, but it is hard to believe that some of the older men did not sample the seed of the students.
How many of Leonidas' 300 had tasted the seed of their leader? I assume it was an honor to be the leaders beloved. While these relationships were supposed to be only between young man and older mentors, it seemed unlikely to me that affection developed over years could be turned off at a certain age.
Late at night in a tent the night before a great battle, did not a warrior slip off to sleep after depositing what might have been his final load in the ass of his beloved friends. Would not Leonidas have opened his ass or mouth for his friends' pleasure? How many Spartans would have gone into battle with his friend's sperm in their ass or remembering the taste of the manly fluid in their mouths?
Our party broke off after several hours. Walt returned several times, sometimes bringing a friend. The most interesting of these was a young Englishman named Edward Carpenter. He was a young Church of England Priest, slim, bearded and handsome. He was most uneasy when he encountered the easy nudity of Plato's Lodge. I was there with Seth, Julian and the Professor.
I think you could say Edward arrived at the lodge with a vision of spiritual asexuality and left with a firm understanding of physical sex. Educated at Cambridge, he spent most of his life up until now in the rarefied atmosphere of academic life. He was most intelligent and perceptive, but somewhat limited in his range of worldly experience. By worldly experience, I do not mean sexual experience; I mean he had little experience with persons outside the academic life.
Edward wanted this broader experience but didn't expect to find it naked in my conservatory. Walt brought him to the house, but he failed to tell him of the dress code. Edward stripped, but was most uncomfortable. Seth took him under his wing. I thought meeting a common working man would shock Edward. I had the feeling this was the first time he had socially met a man of a lower station in life.
Seth is a friendly, simple and unaffected man. Edward took to him immediately. It could have been no more than five minutes after they met that they were chatting amiably as if they had known each other for years. Seth was a naturally affectionate man. He liked men and often his cock showed how much he like men. The sat on a settee and Seth put his arm around Edward.
Seth cock began to firm up and Edward looked shocked, but pleased. Edward was thin and moderately hairy; his cock looked small. As Seth got more affectionate, Edward's organ enlarged. It was surprisingly thick. Seth fondled Edward's cock and pulled the skin back exposing the cock head. The mushroom was a lovely shade of lavender. When a bead of pre cum emerged, Seth swirled it around the exposed glans. "That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked.
Edward glanced around the room and saw everyone was at least partially erect. "It does," he said. "I can do some things that will feel a lot better," Seth said. He slipped to the floor and took Edward's cock into his mouth. Walt came over to them and whispered into Edward's ear, "Seth is a good man. You can relax and enjoy it. Everyone here enjoys the same things. Don't worry."
"I'm afraid I might have a . . ." Edward said. He was too shy to say the word orgasm or climax. Walt came over and said, "Seth's a good man; just let nature take its course. He played with Edward's tits as Seth sucked his cock. A few minutes later Seth was the first man to taste Edward's man seed. It was beautiful. Edward was shivering and twitching as Seth sucked up his ball juices with obvious enthusiasm.
I think Edward suffered from post orgasmic let down. He looked deflated. Julian talked with him. Julian told him the orgasm was the ultimate physical experience and should be celebrated.
"This happened once with a friend at college, he was appalled and we never spoke again," Edward said. "
"We are all men here, not boys," Julian said. "We enjoy each other and share the enjoyment too. Our entire reproductive system is made for the orgasm. It's natural; it is the basic foundation of human and all animal survival."
"They say it makes you weak," Edward murmured.
"I can tell you for a fact, that is untrue," Seth interjected. He was sitting with Edward and Julian. "I do it once or twice a day and more if I can manage it. I'm strong like a bull." Edward smiled. As they talked, Walt was in his back talking the Professors thick member in the ass. Walt was moaning in pleasure. Edward looked somewhat taken aback, but his cock returned to full staff. After his massive orgasm, that was an achievement. Edward stayed for the afternoon and eventually tasted Seth's home brew and played with both the Professor and Julian.
While my experience with Whitman mixed philosophy and sexuality, other visitors were more physical and less academic in their interests. Angus met several businessmen, who formed the Race Street Merchants' Association. These prosperous men were merchants and skilled craftsmen. Angus first met Zebulon McMartin, a furniture maker. They became friends and playmates. He invited him to visit Plato's Lodge.
Zebulon knew several other men who shared similar interests. Samuel Hurst was a silversmith, Tully Nance, a blacksmith and Caleb Miller was a dry-goods merchant. Samuel and Tully both had apprentices who were playful.
As a group, they were almost comically miss-matched. Tully and his apprentice, Little Will were huge, crude looking men; Samuel was small and almost delicate. His apprentice looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, but was almost 20 years old.
The only thing they had in common was their sexual interests. None had been in a group situation before. According to Angus, they all had a limited sexual repertoire, but were interested in experimenting. "Zebulon is well equipped and ready for fun at a moment's notice. His manly glands are in full operating condition. He could bottle his cook ooze there is so much of it," Angus said. "He says some of the men are a bit crude, but all man. He's not the delicate type, but he makes up in vigor for what he lacks in refinement."
"You like the cock ooze?" I asked.
"I confess I like everything about the cock, excepting piss," he replied. "Some men just ooze a drop or two just before they pop their nuts. Zebulon drools buckets from the second my tongue licks his knob." He paused. "I will warn you, it took some effort to get Zeb to slow down. He was in my ass and shooting off in a minute or two."
"I take it you have tried to slow him down?
"Yes I have and with some success. I must admit he is an avid student of all matters sexual," Angus said. "He is also willing to learn. He now understands that the longer he is hard and stimulated, the better the sex is. He thought sex was the orgasm. He now knows the buildup can be a most enjoyable part of the experience."
I assumed this visit would be similar to my meeting with Seth and his friends. After their visit, I realized the wide range of sexual activities, preferences and tastes. These men were cruder and less sophisticated than even my carpenter friends were. Uneducated crude men frankly frightened me. I didn't demand that all my sexual partners have college degrees, or be a great poet, but when I first met the Blacksmith, Tully Nance, I was definitely uneasy.
Tully and his apprentice Little Will arrived at the Lodge earlier than the other men. They thought the party was to start at 1:00. When I opened the door and saw the two huge men I felt the way a Roman might have felt when he opened the door to his Villa and found Attila the Hun and a henchman there. Tully was at least six-feet dour inches and 300 pounds. Little Will was six feet two and well over 200 pounds. I suspected ten or twenty pounds may well have been in beard and body hair. They had made no barber rich.
While I first thought of Attila, images of Blackbeard the Pirate soon came to mind. Little Willy made an effort to comb his hair; Tully wore his beard in a braid.
"We're here for Angus," Tully announced. "You are his pal, Wistar?"
I nodded yes. I could barely talk I was so uneasy. "Angus is out, but will be back shortly," I murmured.
"He said you have a pond we could go swimming in," Little Will said. "We need to clean up. We just fished a job in Haverford." I decided I'd rather have them at the pool than in the house. They needed a bath too, so I led them to the pond.
They stripped and jumped in. I returned to the house and got some soap. It seemed to me that mere water would hardly get the grime of their bodies. When I returned to the pond, they were frolicking in the water. They appreciated the soap. That was a good sign.
"Come join us," Tully ordered. I wasn't sure I wanted to be naked in the water with the two barbarians, but I was afraid to disobey. At the time, I didn't know that Tully always spoke in a tone of voice that sounded like an order.
They looked like hairy gorillas. Little Will was muscular and beefy. His cock was thick and meaty looking, even soft. Cleaned up he was somewhat less scary looking. However, I certainly wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley.
Tully had pale skin, mostly covered in curly, black hair. He had blue eyes, and pink tongue and very large pink nipples. His ball sack hung from his crotch, holding apple sized balls. I had never seen balls like his except on animals.
His cock was all but nonexistent. I saw the tip of his foreskin peeking out from the tangle of pubic hair. Tully had a big belly. I thought he was fat when I first saw him, but naked his belly was clearly was all muscle.
"Can anyone see us naked from the house?" Tully asked.
"Yes, but no one objects at all," I said. "My boarders are a most open minded group of men."
"Would they mind if you washed my privates?" he asked. "They are on the shady side of my gut and they get itchy if they aren't clean." He handed me the soap. He knew the answer. I soaped up his ball sack.
"They are a handful, aren't they?" he commented. "I'm a grower, not a shower by the way. I've got nice one when it wakes up." little Will got behind men and we soaped each other up. I got hard, as did they. Tully's organ emerged from the pubic forest and was massive, like him.
"May I join you?" A voice with an English accent asked. It was Edward Carpenter.
"The more the merrier!" Tully blurted out. Edward stripped and joined us in the warm water of the pond. He was already fully hard. "I like a man who's friendly and ready for action," Tully said when he saw the erect organ.
Little Will bent over to suck Edward's cock. . The games had begun. The remainder of the Race Street Merchants arrived. Since we were already deeply sexually involved, there was no uneasy period between meeting and sex.
A half hour later, we were all friends. Edward was with Zebulon. He had a taste for wood workers. Tully and Little Will were examples of Rousseau's man-in-a state-of-nature. They were straightforward, unlettered men, simple and direct. While they were untouched by conventional manners, they were friendly and kind. The other men were more conventional, but fun.
Angus told me Tully was the finest wrought iron maker in the city. Untrained in elaborate work, he only needed a photograph or drawing to create works of the greatest complexity and beauty. "He is a natural artist," Angus explained. "Zebulon is much the same way. He does much work for Mr. Tiffany and the Herter Brothers in New York. He does excellent inlay work."
Angus was correct, the men were very direct in their sexual wants, but they were all willing to learn new skills. They were all polite in that they asked permission, and didn't assume a playmate's willingness.
While I had been washing Tully I got a finger in his ass and found his prostate. It was as large as his balls and very sensitive. He loved it. "I'd love to have a cock up there using it as a punching bag," he said.
"You like to take a cock?" I asked.
"I do for men I like," he replied. "I'd like to plow you, and I figure you might let me in if you fuck me first."
"I'm not sure you would fit!" I said, "We just met!"
"We're not going to get married; we're just having some fun," Tully said. "I don't need to be the first. Come see me when you've been opened up." He seemed to think that was a perfectly sensible approach. I wasn't so sure. Samuel came over with his apprentice Isaac and I went with them. Samuel was small and hairy; Isaac was small and smooth. Both were uncut, as I had guessed. They were more conventionally polite, but Isaac was very sexually driven. He sucked me as Samuel fucked him.
Isaac told me he had never been fucked by anyone other than Samuel and never by an uncircumcised cock. I knew he was willing. Samuel pulled out of his ass and I went in. Isaac was tight, but willing. Unexpectedly, Samuel mounted me as I mounted Isaac. I was briefly annoyed, but soon it felt so good, I didn't complain.
Isaac seemed to enjoy my uncut cock and Samuel's knob stimulated my prostate in an unexpectedly pleasurable way. It was wonderful. Unfortunately, the better sex is the shorter it lasts. When Samuel pulled out, Zebulon came over to me. "This is beautiful place," he said. "Angus told me about it, but I hadn't guessed it would be so nice." He paused. "I've never done it with more than one man."
"Do you like it?"
"I could get use to this easy," he answered. "It's strange to do it without being worried about being caught. It's odd to have your privates hanging out for everyone to see. Strange but good." he stood in front of me so I leaned over and licked some sperm drooling form his cock. He must have shot off just before he came over to me. His cock twitched and oozed a bigger blob of his ball cream.
""You like the cock juices?" he whispered.
"It seems I do."
"I do too," he said, "I'd never taken it straight from the spigot before. I took Edward's load, I took it all, and damn that was good. Coming here is like having been a slave and becoming free. I also didn't know men like you would talk with men like us. Most treat craftsmen like servants."
"It seems to me, men are men," I said.
"Well, some men may be more men that others," he replied. "I can now truthfully say our organs all work the same!"
I smiled. "I have the feeling you all have the all the manliness you need," I said. I was looking at Tully and Little Will. "Perhaps even double the necessary manliness."
He laughed. "Tully has enough for three men," Zebulon observed.