The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a condom. Send comments and suggestions to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com
Abducted at the Turk Street Baths - Chapter 1
As my long time friend Mikie and I exited the taxi at Market and Turk, we staggered down San Francisco's Turk Street with my arm over his shoulder to support my drunken ass, as he wasn't quite as inebriated as I. Good, we only had to foot it for less than half a block when he pointed our way to a very broad but steep set of stairs that had a small sign that he read out loud to me saying, 'Turk Street Baths,' hanging over the entryway alcove where the internal stairs met the sidewalk at street level. He somehow managed to get me to the top of this long steep stairway that led up three stories to a small landing. We faced a large metal door. Immediately upon entering we were inside a very small foyer. It was somewhat claustrophobic, painted entirely with a very dark gray high gloss enamel paint which acted like a mirror even in the poor light, containing nothing, not even a single stick of furniture. There was but one overhead low wattage red light bulb at the end of a long cord dangled from a single ceiling fixture lending a reflective red glow off the mirror like dark walls. The only other source of light was that coming from a small two foot barred rectangular opening that looked directly into the cashier's cage on the otherwise dark blank walls. A single large bright silver metal door was on the adjoining wall to the right, obviously the only visible entry.
A quick ring on a service bell brought an attendant's face to the opening. We were told that all the rooms were occupied, but there were still lockers available. I said, "No Problem, we didn't come here to sleep!" We paid a very nominal fee for admittance and were each handed a numbered key on a small rubber stretch wrist chain for a locker and a clean white towel. We were each given the opportunity to place our valuables in the two security boxes he slid forward for our use. I put my wallet and keys in the box for the attendant to secure but kept a pocket full of change for any vending machine drinks or munchies later. The attendant buzzed us in through the big red door giving us entrance. A blast of hot air engulfed us the minute the door opened and I felt faint for a moment until my body began to sweat enough to adjust to the high temperature. The large loft was lighted with indirect lighting of very low intensity from above. The very high ceilings looked to run through the full course of the building as far as my eyes could see to the left in the poor light. The place had all the appearance of being a converted warehouse loft area three stories above commercial retail stores on the ground level. Damn, was it ever HOT!
In looking around the first thing that caught my eye were guys walking around nude, a white towel wrapped around their neck or flung over their shoulder, wearing their keychain dangling from their wrists. Others wore their white towels around their waists, key chain and key dangling from around their necks. Most exposed cocks were semi-flaccid, yet others were at full mast, bouncing and swaying as they walked the two corridors or hallways leading off to the left along the well worn carpeted floor. Having just come in from the 45degree foggy weather, the temperature definitely felt blistering hot; it had to have been 80+ degrees in the place. Each corridor had numbered rooms along the full length, constructed with only 9 foot high walls, none of which reached the 20 or 30 foot open beamed ceiling of the building's internal warehouse loft-like skeleton.
My friend motioned, steered me to the right into a better lit area. It felt like entering a high school locker room, devoid of anything except a couple of rows of lockers and benches. We easily found our assigned lockers. It didn't seem quite as hot once I was nude. My dick went immediately from semi to full mast as the cooler air flowed over my already sweating nudity. I grabbed for my friend's cute bubble buns as he stood nude next to me hanging his clothing in his locker. I managed to slap his buns a couple of times with my open palm, but nearly fell flat on my face when I stumbled over my own feet landing hard up against the long row of lockers. He caught me from falling over the stationary bench, put the key on my wrist and hung my discarded clothing and shoes into my locker, all the time fighting off my busy hands trying to cop more feels of his nude bubble butt. He tried to wrap my towel around my waist, but found it impossible to do over the full hard-on I was sporting, so just wrapped the towel around my neck as he wrapped his white towel around his waist, tied it securely and hung his key chain on his wrist. He secured our lockers and proceeded to guide me out and along one of the two corridors that ran parallel to each other down the full depth of the building. The entire corridor was lined with doors spaced about every five feet. A few of these doors were open and as I looked in I could see they were cubicles housing a small built in narrow bed covered with mattress and clean white linen, a very small wall light, a mirror and couple of hangers hooked on a single wall peg. Those with the open doors had guys fully exposed on the bed, either lying on their stomachs with their fine buns spread or on their backs slowly jacking their hard cocks, depending if they were advertizing themselves as tops or bottoms. Along the way my friend had to pull me back from entering a couple of the rooms occupied with a fabulous nude body laid out all ready for action face down on the bed-sheet.
We continued down the hallway to the far end. To the right was a large open shower area with at least 8 to 10 individual shower heads spaced around the good sized tiled room where the two parallel hallways converged into one. There were no dividers between the shower heads. Guys were showering as he led me past the large shower opening pushing me further along the shorter single corridor, past a stairwell leading up to the floor above, until he opened a large heavy metal door to the left marked Steam Room. We entered as the steam and heat blasted into our faces. It was so hot and steamy I could hardly breathe let alone see into the bowels of the room. There seemed to be four full levels or tiers, each boxed and tiled forming the seating. After my eyes adjusted somewhat to the steam I found a spot on the second tier to sit, my friend found a spot on the third tier behind and to the left of me. There had to be at least 8 to 12 guys in there, all nude either lying back enjoying the steam or in little huddles sucking cock or pumping dick up some sweet guy's ass. I immediately started to jack my hard-on slowly observing the sexual activity. The sweat began to pour from my body in the excessive heat and I knew I wouldn't want to stay too long in my inebriated condition. I was definitely pumping cock snot at this point, lusting and feeling no pain.
Within seconds a guy moved down from the upper tiers and sat to my left, He slid up close to me and began running his hand up and down my inner thigh watching my boner pulsate and dribble cock-snot. Since I didn't push his hand away, he immediately began jacking the circle of swollen glands around my coronal ring. It was feeling so good I just grabbed his hand and squeezed his fingers around my dick, holding it in place as I pulled him off his seat on to his knees between my spread legs. I released his hand and grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his head down until his lips were pressed against the end of my dribbling prick. He knew the routine and opened his mouth and took the entire head into his mouth, as his hand worked the shaft. His tongue went to work licking, sucking and circling around and over the glands listening to my low moans of approval. Yes, his tongue, lips and those magic fingers felt so fantastic all hot and sweaty, I just continued to pull his head further down over my cock's long shaft until it was against the back of his mouth pressed against his gag center. He began to gag just a bit, swallowed a couple of times and down the hatch it went in one smooth motion. This guy was a seasoned cocksucker and now knew he had me in his power. It felt so good I rose to my feet and stood before him, pulled his head forward until my pubes were squeezed against his lips. I held him there until he started to squirm for oxygen, pulled him by his long hair up and off my dick and the juicer back and forth over his upper lip before pushing it back down until it bottomed out again in his throat. I face fucked him using both hands on his head to completely control him. I was lunging from my hips and had him totally tuned in and under my control again. He had his dick against the calf of my leg humping me like an animal as I approached orgasm, loosing my steady beat and unconsciously undulating until I pulled his face in with lips tightly against the coarse hair of my pubes as I stiffened and shot three powerful shots of jizz straight down his throat before pulling his head back and dumping a couple more over his tongue and taste buds. The next four I spread over his face rubbing the hot juices around over his nose, chin, cheeks and eyelids with my dick as I muttered, "Shoot your load on my leg bitch." I felt his hot juices shoot and form a slick between my leg and his pulsating dick where he had been frotting it all the time I was fucking his throat. I pushed my dick back into his mouth and ordered, "Clean it good bitch and the balls too." When he finished cleaning up my equipment I pushed him down further and guided his face to the mess he made on my leg and said, "Clean up the mess you made on my leg and foot too bitch." The minute he had me clean I pulled him to his feet by his hair, gave his nipples a good tweaking with my fingers before lifting my other arm up and feeding his face into my dripping pits, rubbing his face back and forth in the man stench saying, "Clean my pits good too bitch." When he devoured all the juice in the one pit I guided his face into the other pit for a good cleaning of my male taste and smell.
By this time I was hard again and spun him around and worked my fingers into his pucker. He obviously loved getting corn-holed too and guided my hard dick into his anus and I pushed him up against the tiled wall opposite the first tier and fucked him roughly for a spell until I had to get my ass out of that hot fucking steam room and take on some cooler fresh air. The liquor had really kicked in and I could hardly stand as I staggered out the metal door and made my way back to the moist coolness just outside in the hallway adjacent the opening to the shower room trying to cool down a bit. My friend Mikie was right by my side helping me from crashing to the floor in my overheated drunken condition.