Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part Five By Jay Roberts Gay Historical
It was a beautiful day. I felt confident, full of myself and already beginning to get horny again.
I decided to combine a bath with an new experience. I have never been at a sauna, Turkish bath or The Baths, all being the same as a place where regular men attend not being aware that it is a major gathering places for chaps who are secretly enjoying them in their naked state and who slip away to enjoy each other.
Just thinking about it was getting me a little protruding in the pantaloons.
I had heard of such a place off the Circle on Jeramyn Street. This street boasted some of the best shirt makers, umbrella suppliers and clothing as well but stuck there was an inconspicuous door them when opened led one to a world of swirling steam, massage and sexual delights. The last, only if one was circumspect and very careful. The police were always on the lookout for immorality while I thrived on it.
Here was the door. I took a deep breath and entered, leaving behind the bright sunlight for this dark entryway smelling faintly of bleach. Halfway in there was a barred window, like that at a bank. This was the cashier for the place. There was cardboard sign saying "Turk" and behind the window was Turk who was obviously a Turkish fellow. It was eeasy to devine that as he was large, black bearded with thick curly hair and of course wearing a red fez.
He was naked to the waist and wore loose white cotton trousers which ended just below his knees. There revealed were his enormous calves, like sides of beef. Withal I deemed he had extreme appeal. What with the black curly hair on his chest and large nose and full red lips. His height, easily six feet six inches also made him commanding.
But when he heard me ask information and prices his face softened and he spoke in a high pitched somewhat effeminate voice that clashed with his super manly appearance.
I was quite taken with him. I pictured feeling his large muscular arm surrounding me and making me do scandalous things. How surprised I was when he first asked for my shoes. I though this must be some Turkish thing but he explained that it was required of all who entered.
"The management believes that our customers are not likely to run out with out paying, if their shoes are left behind."
I removed my shoes and handed them to him. He took them with his ham-like hands and placed them in a cubby behind him.
"Come in," he said unlocking the low gate. "You may take a locker in the first class section behind me, through that door."
I entered and passed through open door behind him. I felt his presence behind me and could hear his heavy breathing. Twice he placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it hard. I was sure that something sexual was about to occur.
I undressed and he stood like a valet taking each article and placing them on a hanger and brushing them off with a small clothes brush and bolding them and hanging them carefully.
"I am very partial to Americans. Dear fellow, they quite take my breath away and you are a perfect example of one. Oh those lovely calves and...oh....the thighs.
He went on becoming more and more excited. At the same time he slid out of his full trousers and was naked now. This produced a rising of my penis and he gasped.
"Oh you are bloody ready."
"Ready for what," I asked as my last item of clothing was taken and folded with care.
He bent over and revealed a large but well shaped arse. With a hand on each hairy cheek separated the halves and there was his anus, exposed in its hairy glory.
"Waste no more time. Zoom into me," his ordered.
I complied. I was definitely swept to this fuck mood by his animalistic appearance.
He had apparently greased his hole for I slid in faster than I expected and my pubes where immediately against his arse cheeks. He left out a surprised "Whoop." at the rapid entry. I think, though, he enjoyed the impetuosity as he recovered and wetly declared, "Oh you nasty, sweet boy you fair overcame me with you haste but it feels like heaven with your American rod inside."
He wiggled his bottom nearly throwing me off the horse but I grabbed his ample hips for purchase and slammed in and out with a vigor that had me panting. He cried and hollered the whole time and I feared once I dismounted he could easily crush me into one of those small lockers.
We were not interrupted by the arrival of a customer. I'm not sure what would have happened then. But now I was coming to my completion with great speed and I warned him of the impending shooting.
"Let it rip, hose me, wash away my sins. I am ready for the worst."
He was indeed a dramatic fellow but I had no time for a critique as I spooged so hard I nearly lost consciousness.
Immediately afterward he resumed his role of cashier, donned his pants and handed me a locker key, towel and paper slippers. As I headed toward the interior he called out, "If you get needy, come back. I am good for a few fucks a night."
On the passage to the sauna I passed a sleeping dormitory. The room contained, perhaps twenty five or so beds each enclosed in a cubicle with a low partition. One could easily see the person on the bed by passing up and down the aisle. I immediately put aside my sauna plan and entered the first aisle. I spied mostly older gents as I walked along. Several rose up from the cots to call to me but I passed on. Finally, in the very rear, on the bed separated from the rest lay a handsome younger body.
I stopped. He lifted his head and smiled at me. He had lovely glossy moustaches. Suddenly there was another person next to me and he whispered in my ear. "Make no move toward his highness."
I later found out that it was one of the dukes, heirs to the throne.
That warning did not persuade me from entering and sitting my naked bottom on the edge of the bed and passed a gentle hand on the noble face. He murmured sleepily, "You may dally with my pee pee if you wish."
A childish fellow but that was the state of the nobility then. However, silly as was his request I took hold of his thinnish prick. It delicate but beautifully curved and seemed to fit into my loose fist as if it was fashioned by a master craftsman.
His legs lifted slightly and he signed with pleasure. "So nice. Do be more vigorous. I must spend and leave to be at Windsor for an important banquet."
So this being a "Royal" command I must obey, perhaps there might be a knighthood in it for me I mentally joked. I grasped the pulsing organ more tightly and wanked lightly. Soon he was in a state of sexual ecstasy. His teeth were bared and his eyes rolling like a madman. I was enjoying every bit of his sex fit and increased my stimulation.
He was going to be a fast cummer, I could tell by the cherry red condition of his pointy cockled and sure enough his hairy legs and thighs reared up as he gagged with pleasure and began streaming ducal sperm into the air. Some landed on my hand and as he lapsed into a post sex coma I tasted it. It was nice, but not much different than that of a tradesman.
I patted the Duke's regal head companionably, tightened my towel about my waist and proceeded toward the door fogged with steam and marked "sauna"..
I entered and stopped. It was impossible to see in the heavy hot mist of steam. This was not really a sauna, this was a Turkish Steam room. I continued to stand waiting until I could find my way when an arm encircled my waist and a flutey voice intoned in my ear, "I shall lead you to a bench you darling thing."
I was grateful for the assistance but slapped away his unwanted hand that was attempting to shake my prick into hardness.
"Perhaps later," he said to preserve his dignity. I thought never as I glimpsed him in a clear patch of steam, he was very obese.
As my eyes got used to the steam I was able to glimpse sexual activity on the different levels of benches. Some of sex going on I had only seen in those sex books that were kept behind the desk in the library that one had to lie and say one was doing research. What kinds of sex? Well there was couples lying so that the head was at the others sex organ and they were simultaneously sucking each other. Quite a time saver, no? Then others were rubbing their organ between the legs of the other. There was a lot more.
Suddenly I began to tire of seeing others enjoying themselves and I decided to leave this place. I headed for the front desk and found my Turk busy with a customer, serving him his backside. I slipped past the husky seaman lost in his arse work and retrieved my clothes and shoes and quickly dressed in the outer office.
Outside it was getting to be dusk and I found my feet leading me to the erotic Eros area and there next to the lowest step was the cart and person of the Marquis. His lovely face lit up at the sight of me and he called out. "I am chilled here but waited until I sighted you. You must come to the same building but go not to the door at the top of the stairs but go down the hall to the right and enter the gold door. I'll expect you at eight PM."
I nodded and passed on to the hotel. I was quite tired and figured I might rest for a half hour then have a light supper and on to the golden door. I never dreamed what an adventure I would have this very night.
End Part Four