The Manning

I won’t go into all the details about how my life went into the toilet over the last couple of months.  Let’s just let it lay by saying, that the hot girl I had dated for three years and been engaged to for six months, who wouldn’t set a date for the wedding, moved on to greener pastures.  Then the company I work for downsized and increase my workload and responsibilities by almost double also proceeded to cut my pay by thirty-five percent, and I was supposed to be happy just to still have a job because so many others didn't.

I had a big falling out with my sister and my mother over their reaction to the split with Jamie, and since she left, I was on my own financially.  I had bought a condo that was almost more expensive than I could afford on my own, since we were getting married and she had a decent income, I figured we would be alright, and it was where ‘she’ wanted to live.  Now with the pay cut, and Jamie no longer contributing to expenses, I was totally financially strapped and had never felt so alone and desperate in my life.

By the way, my name is Kyle.  I am 27 years old, I go 5’10”, and keep my weight at a sleek 175 pounds.  If you were engaged to a woman as hot as Jamie and were smart you would keep your body tight too!  I am lucky that it’s fairly easy for me to keep a sixpack, however after getting together with Jamie, she preferred that all my exercise took place at the gym.  I used to run and then work out at home, but she thought sweat and all those man smells were just too icky!

Everything had to be topflight for her!  But in my current financial situation, there would be no more Armani, Brooks Brothers, or custom-tailored suits, shirts and slacks,  one hundred dollar haircuts, no more manicures, and pedicures, and the one thing I was glad of, no more manscaping, I fucking hated that!  I believe a man’s body grows hair for a reason, and I hated having it shaved, waxed, and trimmed especially my balls and my buttcrack.   For christ sakes why did she need my asscrack waxed?  She said it was more sanitary!

Just to make all matters worse, once she got me to do all these things, make all these changes and concession for her, for some mediocre sex, then she wasn’t as attracted to me anymore.  She left me for some neanderthal construction worker who rides a fucking Harley.  The surprising part was that when she rode off with him, instead of being devastated, I actually laughed because I thought, “well good luck buddy, I’ll bet within six months you won’t have a hair left on your ass either!”

 When I first came across an ad for a group called "The Manning", I pretty much ignored it, however, something seemed to pique my interest, and I had a vague memory of overhearing a guy at the gym mention “The Manning” but had no idea what it was.  Well, I found out it is a group of masculine men, for masculine men.  The second time I came across it I read a little more detail, and it stated that these were trying times for many masculine men.  We had been taught to be caring and sensitive and then many times have it held against us, or have ended up a loser because of it.

I went to their website and there still weren’t many details, but it stated it was a natural commingling of men who wanted companionship, comradery and to release their inner beast so to speak, in a setting that allowed them to be open, honest, and caring with each other.

Again I didn’t proceed.

One evening when feeling a bit sorry for myself, home, and alone, I went to their site again. I’d had several cocktails and my inhibitions were down, my self-pity was high, I contacted a member in charge of applying for membership.   We chatted and agreed to meet the next evening for coffee.  I suggested beers, but he insisted on coffee for the first meeting.

We met at a coffee house that is close to where I live, and he was already there when I arrived at the appointed time of 7:30.  He met me with a warm handshake and a smile.  His name is Steve and he’s an attractive man of about 45.  We talked, and he told me that this was not an interview for membership, just a kind of get to know each other thing.

He told me about himself, he's married, a father of two, in a relationship that has lost its zip, with financial strain, and wondering where the money was going to come for his children’s education.  I told him my story, and he showed understand, but not pity.

We talked for about an hour and he said I seemed like I would qualify for a membership interview and if I was interested he would set it up for the evening after next.   I liked Steve and agreed.  When I left I felt a bit of a burden lifted, just in the fact that I was able to tell him about my life and not feel disdain, pity, or sympathy, just comradery.

Thursday evening I arrived at Marty’s, kind of a quiet sports bar type place.  There were no major sporting events happening that evening so for a sports bar, the place was quiet.  Steve met me at the bar and took me to a table and introduced me to Brian, and Tom.

Brian is athletic looking, and probably late 20’s.  Tom was beefy and probably late 30’s. They both told their stories, neither of them in desperate trouble, but things just weren’t going well for them.  Brian had a similar situation to mine in the love life department, he had invested several years in a relationship and had been dumped about six months before a planned wedding.  He wasn’t getting the support from his family and friends he needed, just lots of sympathy and offers of blind dates and setups.  He also felt that he had been somewhat emasculated in his relationship too.  Doing all the things society taught us we should do to please our women.  She insisted that he change his life in several ways, and once she got her way, she dumped him cold!

Tom had been married for five years and divorced for two, but seemed to handle it well.  He admitted that he had been through a series of subsequent relationships and many of them had also been emasculating in some form, he was tired of a woman trying to make him something he didn’t want to be, but also felt pressured by family, upbringing, and society to comply.

After about two hours of chatting and several beers each, Steve interrupted and invited me to the meeting on Saturday evening for me to decide if I wanted to join the group.  I really liked these guys and agreed and felt a kinship with them.  They told me a few more details, and then instructed me to be there before 8:00 p.m. and not to be late, as the doors were closed and locked, and no one else would be allowed to enter.

It was a private club and gatherings were held in a converted warehouse that wasn’t in the best part of town, but they said, it was perfect as they tried to keep everything low budget so that membership fees were inexpensive.  I was given the address, the password, the mode of dress (very casual, gym shorts and t-shirts were fine), and told that no drinking before arriving was allowed.   I kind of hesitated about that but was assured that once I was there, plenty of relaxation would be available, that they wanted everyone sober and clear-headed when they arrived.

They told me that the group was run by a very experienced Shaman and that there were natural herbs, roots, and berries that would provide us the relaxing and bonding experience we all crave.  Again I was a little hesitant, but these men were all great, friendly, and appeared to be upstanding men in the community.  They explained to me that all substances were totally natural, most of them were botanical and I didn’t have to worry about drug testing or anything addicting.  After they told me about their careers, I accepted the invitation.

They also mentioned holding back on onions, garlic, cologne, and deodorant, that everyone there has learned to appreciate the special bond that happens when the male essence was allowed to come into full bloom.  It would take us back to our masculine history when men were allowed to sweat, smell like men and develop pheromones

I was surprised when Brian asked me if I manscaped?  I hesitated in answering, and Steve told Brian he shouldn’t have put me on the spot like that, and then assured me it was fine, it was my own personal choice and then added that most of the members had given that up, they preferred to stay natural.

I answered that my finance had insisted on it, but that about a week after she left I realized it was just a habit I had always hated, and now I and was letting things grow out!  Brian reached across the table and high fived me, and said, “Me too buddy, I took charge of my body too!”

Saturday since I was a little bit nervous about this meeting and bonding with all these men, I decided to go to the gym and get a good workout, to relax me, relieve some stress and take advantage of the membership I could no longer afford that was about to expire. During the light of day, some of the things we’d talked about seemed a little strange, maybe petty excuses for not wanting to conform to social mores and cater to woman’s desires.  But after working out I noticed a couple of guys in the locker room, who were manscaped, and even totally shaved. Hell, they were touching up their bodies with razors, using all kinds of lotions, moisturizers, deodorant, foot sprays, crotch sprays, hair products, and one guy was even using a toner on his face and upper body.  I laughed to myself, and thought, these guys probably actually believe that they are doing this for themselves. 

Then something happened that actually caused me to chuckle.  There was a guy standing not too far from me and he put one foot on the bench and bent over to start putting lotion on his lower leg and his ass splayed wide open.  From the top of his butt crack to his hanging nutsack, that was not one fucking hair!  I bet he didn’t do that by choice any more than I did when I was with Jamie.  I remember trying to convince myself that I was really butch by doing that, but I knew it was a big lie!

As I walked home I knew a couple of things.  I knew I was growing my bush back, I knew I was growing my chest hair back and I knew nothing like a razor was ever going to touch my ass crack again as long as I lived!  I even toyed with the idea of growing a beard!  Wow, I thought, maybe this group is a good idea, I haven’t even been to a meeting yet, and I’m already deciding on some manly changes!

I wasn’t certain about the hair on my belly.  I like the way that my sixpack was well defined and visible when smooth shaved.  But I also remembered that my belly wasn’t very hairy, and I hadn’t seen myself without shaving in several years, and immediately decided to give it a try, hell I could always shave it off again if it pleased me and seemed important to me!

 I pulled on some gym shorts, a tank top, stepped into some flip flops and headed to the meeting.  I arrived at about 7:30 and parked where I had a good view of the entrance. Several men were entering when I got there, and although there was never a line, there was one or two guys arriving every couple of minutes.  They all looked like normal average guys.  No one who looked seedy, they all looked like guys I’d feel comfortable striking up a conversation within a gym or at work.

So I gathered up my courage and made my way to the door.  I was greeted by two large men and told them I was a guest, gave them my name, Steve’s name, and the password. One of them radioed inside, and then they both greeted and welcomed me.  When they were radioed back that I was to be allowed they smiled and ushered me in.  They told me that the first room was a changing room and I was to put all of my clothes and valuables in the basket I would be given and everything would be locked up and secure.

I was a little surprised, but not shocked.  When I got in there the two guys who had entered before me were already naked and taking their baskets to the counter.   They both greeted me and asked me if I was a new member.  I explained to them that I was a guest and this was my first visit to learn about becoming a member.  With no hesitation on his part the taller guy of the two, threw his arms around me and hugged me, hard, and told me that I was in for the treat of my life and that I was about to have a life-changing experience that I was going to love and remember forever!

He let me go and looked at the other guy and said, “Damn Carl, I remember my first night like it was yesterday, I would love to go through that ceremony again, I have put in a request for that!’

The shorter guy laughed and said, “Calm down Rob, it will happen, everyone has a chance at another turn when we don’t have a new guy for a meeting.”  Then he looked at me and introduced both of them to me, as I was undressing.

I already felt welcome and felt the comradery, and about that moment Steve stepped through the door to greet me.  “Wow Kyle, you have an amazing body, I knew you were in great shape, but I had no idea!”

Well, Steve was no slouch himself, he has a trim waist, broad shoulders, and everything in between was all the right proportions.  I was a little bit jealous that all of his body hair was intact.  This man had been hiding the perfect trim, mature, athletic body under his clothes. He immediately gave me a big guy hug and escorted me through the door.  There was a large shower room with lots of guys in there getting cleaned up.  I couldn’t help notice that many of them were washing each other’s backs, some of them four and five in a line.  Steve explained that the object was to wash off all artificial scent.  I told him that I hadn’t worn any deodorant or cologne, so I figured I was good.

Steve explained that they had special organic, non-scented elements that weren’t even soap, they would remove all chemicals from my body and hair, that my skin would feel soft, supple, and amazingly clean and alive, and it would clean and open my pores so that my sweat, pheromones, and man scent could come to life.  He assured me that once I experienced this, I’d never use soap again and that the elements in the cleaning solutions also were very relaxing.

I thought what the hell and decided to give it a try.  I started washing and soon I felt a pair of hands on my back.  Steve was washing my back for me, and soon there was a guy in front of me, with a nice body and turned his back to me.  Steve instructed me to start washing his back. I whispered to Steve that I had never really touched another man.  He mentioned judgments and social mores and suggested I try it and see if it didn’t seem totally natural.  I had to admit that what he was doing and whatever the compound was that he and I were both cleansing my body with felt great.

So I just reached out my hand and put it on the back of the guy in front of me, it didn’t feel weird like I thought it would, I was okay with it.  Everything was totally non-sexual, it was just helping each other out.  I had crossed a line I’d never crossed before and it was easy.

Even before I got into the shower area, I realized that it was kind of warm in this building.  I was also smelling something that I guessed was incense and I liked it.  It seemed to make things seem more special, and ceremonial.  I mentioned that to Steve, and he said, that was part of the relaxation that was in store, that the herbs and such were designed to help everyone relax and when we got out of the shower it would be even stronger.

Well, it obviously wasn’t 8:00 p.m. yet as there were still guys filtering it.  Most of them were attractive and ranged in age from their mid-twenties to probably their early fifties, some of them a little older but still in great shape.  They all looked like men’s men with athletic/fit to gym built bodies, some of them were at almost competition level.  The thing most of them had in common was that their body hair was intact.  It was like a rebellion against manscaping.  Some of them of course naturally had very little body hair or were smooth, but most were rocking natural body hair.  I wished that my body hair had a few more weeks growth, as most of what I had was just stubble, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable, just like some of me was missing, and I hadn’t missed my body hair in a long time.

As the guys were leaving the shower area they were filtering around a partition and I could see lots of lower legs and feet.  The cleansing felt great, I hadn’t felt so clean and natural in a long time, even my hair felt great, it was a clean I hadn’t experienced in a long time, and I was very relaxed.  I asked Steve where the guys were going and what they were doing?  He told me we had done the exterior cleaning and next, we would do interior cleaning.

It took a few minutes for that to sink in, and when it did, I was certain that I was mistaken, but when we were finally finished Steve led me around the partition and showed me what was going on.  Most of that wall had dividers to make smaller cubicles, but some of them were out in the open and several guys were gathered around.  Steve told me that for my first time I’d probably want to do this in a more private setting and he led me farther down the partition.  A little lower than waist height was a nozzle attached to the wall.  Water continually squirted from it and men were backing up on the nozzle.  Now I was shocked. Before a guy went in, he grabbed a rubber tube and lubed it up and stuck it on the nozzle on the wall and backed onto it!

Fuck, I knew I wasn’t going to do that!  If not doing this was going to keep me from joining so be it, I was not about to stick some black rubber thing with water shooting out of it into my butthole!  I was just about to protest when I heard someone say, “Hey Kyle, glad you could make it, wait until you try this, you’re going to love it!”  It was from Brian!

He was squatting down and emptying himself, he smiled at me and said, “I’ll bet I had the same look on my face the first time I saw this too!”  I smiled at him, and he emptied himself and let out a satisfying groan.  “It feels great once you get past the initial shock.”

Another man walked up and said, “Don’t worry brother, it is just a part of the cleansing process, you will understand once you’ve tried it, there is nothing painful about it, you just have to get past the initial feeling of a loss of dignity, but it’s all good!”  With that, he hugged me and turned and walked away. By that time Steve was in a stall doing his thing, Brian came over to me said, “I’m finished brother, let me help you.”

I have realized in life that sometimes you just have to put your thoughts and fears aside if you want to progress to the next level, so I took a deep breath and nodded yes to Brian.  He stepped up to me, gave me a hug, that was somehow more sensual than the others.  He stepped back, grabbed a fresh rubber nozzle from the container outside of the stall, and walked in and showed me how to attach it.

He took a bottle of oil and poured it in his hand and then slid it up and down the rubber nozzle and then suggested that I rub some in my hole.  How fucking embarrassing this was, but all these other men were doing it and seeming to have a great time.  So I did as he suggested and then he had me face the opening and back up to the nozzle.  I aimed it at my hole and the water was warm and felt good.  I took another deep breath and pushed it into my hole and felt the warm water filling me.  Surprisingly it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, actually, it was kind of nice.

He instructed me that when I felt full, to slip off the nozzle and squat and release.  I was really relieved when looking down, nothing came out except water, and I had to admit, it did feel good.  We did this about four times and then he instructed me to take as much as I could take, to let it fill me until it almost hurt.  I did as he said, and again squatted and released.  Relieving the pressure, felt great, and I was feeling cleaner inside.  However this time, something came out, but it was immediately rinsed away.  Brian told me it was a good rule of thumb to fill and release three more times after anything came out.

I had just filled to overflowing this was now feeling good, whatever the smoke or incense was, had increased and I was becoming more relaxed.  I had just squatted down to release and one of the tallest black men I’d ever seen in my life walked up to my stall.  I soon found out that he was the Shaman.  His name is Doubu, and he greeted me.  He said, “Civilization has taken away from man the proper way to defecate, the way you are doing it now is the way we were meant to eliminate our waste, with our rectum lower than our knees.  It is much easier on the rectal muscles and evacuation of the bowels is more complete.  Our bodies were designed to enjoy defecation, most men don’t know that there are actually more pleasurable nerve ending in the rectum than there are in the head of the penis.  However, religion and society has men so uptight about our anus, that all we want to do is evacuate and be finished as soon as possible, it was meant to be enjoyed!”   I was squatting there releasing wave after wave of water, and staring at the largest swinging cock I’d ever seen in my life, it had to be 7 or 8 inches long soft and dangling!  He said, “Welcome brother, I am pleased that you are joining us and are taking part in the cleansing ritual, you will feel much better when you have finished the process, and you will enjoy it!

As soon as I stood, Doubu stepped into the stall and hugged me.  It was intense, it kind of felt as if he was glowing, it certainly felt as if his cock was against my stomach, and my face was mashed against his tight hairy chest.  But with whatever was in the smoke, I took a deep breath and enjoyed the glow emanating from this giant of a man. He had to of stood 6’6” and he was tight and wiry, there didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on his body.

His welcome was warm and sensual, all of a sudden I felt myself boning!  I immediately started to pull away.  He pulled me tighter.  He said, “Don’t worry brother, your cleansing is working and you are beginning to feel The Manning!  It is a wonderful and natural thing when two males of a species feel each other’s glow and take in each other’s essence to begin to become more alive and more masculine, you will see much of that this evening, revel in it, don’t push it away.

I now realized that he was boning up too!  His large snake-like penis was firming up and lengthening, I was almost scared, but I did as he said, and relaxed into his hug and felt both of our cocks become engorged.  We held our embrace for several more moments and his cock just snaked its way up my belly to my chest, it was an intimidating and incredible feeling.  Still holding me Doubu said, there is one last step to the internal cleansing and Brothers Brian and Steve will help you with that, and in turn, you should help them.

I had no idea what he was referring to, but at this point, I didn’t really care, I realized as he broke our hug, I didn’t want him to stop, I was reveling in his energy.  As Doubu stepped back I felt about 12 inches of thick cock slide down my chest and belly and watched as he turned and walked away, his huge piece of man meat standing almost straight out guided his way through the crowd of men who had gathered around us.  Brian said, “The Manning!”

All the men turned toward me and saw that I was standing there totally hard, almost shaking.  Brain and Steve both came to me and hugged me as the crowd chanted, “The Manning, The Manning,” over and over again.

We broke our hug, but not before I realized they were both also hard, and now so were most of the men in the cleansing area.  Brian reached into my stall and flipped a leaver, and a bench folded down across the front of the stall.  He motioned for me to kneel on it and bend forward.  He said, “Kyle, you will find this ‘very’ pleasant and soothing, just relax.”

Steve explained, “This is a liquid form of the same roots, berries and herbs that are in the cleansing bars we use in the shower, and in the insense you are smelling, you’re going to love this!”

I had to laugh to myself, I was allowing a virtual stranger squirt a bottle of some unknown substance up my butthole and they thought I needed to be more relaxed!  I felt Brian’s finger slide down my crack until he found my opening, He dribbled a little of the substance near my hole and spread it around with his finger.  I found it really strange and slightly erotic.  The tip of the bottle entered me and Brian slowly started letting the fluid flow inside of me.  Oh my god, it was soothing and pleasurable, it felt amazing!

Brian finally told me that the bottle was empty, and he was going to slowly withdraw it.  He told me to hold the fluid until he told me to release it, the longer it was inside of me the more good it would do me.  When he was finished he and Steve helped me slowly stand up, I was a little wobbly.  Then Steve said, “Okay Kyle, help Brian just like he helped you!”

Brian knelt on the bench and stuck his round smooth muscular butt out for me.  I grabbed a bottle of the juice, got the nozzle ready, slid my finger down his butt crack, now that was really weird, but at this point, I was almost giddy.  I did feel some fuzz down there, so figured he must be naturally smooth with just a little hair in his crack, some woman wasn’t making him shave his ass!

Then I squirted a little of the juice near his hole and rubbed it around.  I was surprised when he groaned so I pulled away.  I asked him if it hurt, and he said, “Fuck no brother, it feels great!”

So I inserted the nozzle and filled him up.  There were men all up and down the line doing the same thing for each other.   Then it was Steve’s turn.  I told Brian I was having trouble holding the fluid and he told me to concentrate.  I was, but it was still difficult.  I felt a little dribble out and he told me to use it to massage my hole, that would help.

When we finished with Steve I was feeling pretty damn whacked.  But not like I was drunk or stoned, it was just total relaxation and a warmth in my insides that was traveling through my entire body.  I could tell Brian was feeling it too, as he was looking fairly buzzed and was kind of leaning on me.  It was okay, even though we were both hard.   Steve joined us and we just kind of stood there biding our time until the group of guys filling were finished so we could release.

Finally, the three of us joined into a group hug in the stall and Steve said we’d release on the count of three.  I was more than ready.  I was losing little squirts, now and then.  We were hugging closer than we’d ever done before, all of our bodies touching each other and sweating.  I could smell my scent rising and so were theirs, it was the pheromones.

When we released we all groaned loud and low.  Our chest, bellies, and cocks were all together, we were all leaking, it just added to the bonding feeling.   While we were squirting the fluid out I leaned my head onto Brian’s shoulder, he looked at me and smiled and moved his face toward mine, for a second I thought he was going to kiss me and at that moment I realized I wouldn’t have minded.