Ali Baba Baths 11 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Robert and I returned to my apartment tired but happy. The next morning he went back to Columbia University and I returned to work. It was a busy day. I told Robert I would be late getting home. He was even later. He spent the afternoon with Homer, the sculptor. Robert told me he had modeled, but he was flushed. I assumed he had enjoyed Homer's open approach to man sex
Robert seemed a bit uneasy. He was supposed to go back home on Saturday, but eventually asked if he might spend another day in New York. Bobby was coming to the city the next morning and Robert was hoping I would take them both to the Baths. I needed no convincing, but I was surprised Robert had been so uneasy about asking me. I realized he was still uncomfortable with his sexual tastes and thought of himself as a difficult guest who had imposed on me. Robert still assumed he alone had a taste for sex with other men.
One would think his visit to the Ali Baba Baths would disabuse him of the false notion, but you can't overcome a lifetime of fear and self-loathing in a single evening. It would take time. I thought of the general falseness of our age. Ignorance and pretense seem to dominate most sexual relations. In some ways, Robert was like the girls from good families who are taught to save themselves for marriage and avoid sexual entanglements at all costs.
Virginity is highly prized and a near absolute requirement, but on their wedding day they are a forget that and surrender to a man they may very well hardly know. I remembered hearing my Aunt talk with my mother about the horror she felt when she encountered her husband, naked in the bedroom on her wedding night. She hadn't known men had penises and she had no idea what he intended to do with it.
I had been 14 when I overheard the conversation. My Aunt was never able to enjoy her husband and they had a difficult life together. She had been unable to function as a woman.
Robert and I were both tired and went to bed early. Bobby's train was to arrive at Grand Central at 8:00 in the morning. I overslept and it was a race to get there in time. Grand Central was an older station and there was talk of replacing it. It was a huge, confusing building. We found Bobby waiting for us. I took them to a restaurant for breakfast and we returned to my apartment briefly.
Both men were eager to go to the baths. They opened early on Saturdays so men could bathe before work. Omar offered a shower for a nickel for the workers of the neighborhood. This was a charitable service, with ho sexual overtones. Most of the club's family men were home, and the rest had things they needed to do. Since many shops were closed on Sunday, Saturday was the only day you could shop.
I was in that situation so I was unfamiliar with the Saturday morning patrons of the baths. We arrived at the baths at ten. I didn't know what to expect. The showers were filled with men and boys. I was shocked since Omar was deeply opposed to sex with children. I soon realized there was no sex involved, only scrubbing. The boys were with their fathers getting their weekly bath. Both the men and boys were wearing towels when they weren't under the water.
The younger ones were giggling and playing, but the presence of fathers kept the horseplay to a minimum.
"The bathers will be gone at 11:00," Omar told me at the door. "Some of our regular patrons are in my apartment on the top floor of the baths. There is a modest shower facility there. I think you might enjoy it."
I didn't know Omar let patrons into his apartment and we went up the long stairs to the top floor. I knocked and the door opened. Murrad answered and welcomed us. "Come in, it is quiet here compared to the showers below," he said. "Follow me." He led us to a small shower big enough for four or five men. From the shower we entered a domed, octagonal room with a large stained glass skylight. The room was marble and tile. It looked like a Moorish fantasy.
There were five men in the room, but the only one I recognized was DeWitt Hamilton, the Police Commissioner. He was in a hammock like structure, with his legs spread wide and with his puffy hole open and showing signs it had been recently been used. The other men were naked too. They were older and distinguished looking.
Robert, Bobby and I caused quite a stir. We were much younger than the men were and they seemed to appreciate us. Bobby became excited easily and he went over to the commissioner and eased his cock into the quivering ass. DeWitt moaned and the other men looked on approvingly. I was shocked, but that was what was expected.
"Welcome to our happy band," a man said to me. "I am Jonathan. DeWitt won the coin toss this morning so he is our official host. I am afraid that young stud had made it difficult for him to carry out his duties as a host."
"He certainly seems to have welcomed Bobby in style," I remarked. We walked over to the sling. The other men had gathered around it to watch.
"New visitors are always welcome here," another man said. "We are old friends and are quite relaxed together. A little excitement is welcome. It is so easy to get into a rut." DeWitt began to moan louder and his body began to shake. I knew the signs of an impending orgasm, leaned over, and had barely wrapped my lips around his cock head when he released his load. I tend to focus on the cock head during an orgasm, but I swallowed his entire cock instead.
Bobby had pulled his organ partially out of the ass, but stopped when his cockhead was at DeWitt's prostate. He rubbed it gently with his knob. The commissioner's ejaculations had slowed by then; I pulled back so only his cock head remained in my mouth. Bobby's gentle rubbing seemed to induce a new round of ejaculations.
As I sucked up his man seed, someone behind me oiled my ass. A few seconds later, a well-scaled cock entered my ass. The gentleman to my rear hadn't asked if I wanted to be fucked. I was bent over and my ass was fully exposed, so I assumed he took that as an invitation. The man to my rear was a gentleman, and while he very much wanted his entire cock in my ass, he was forceful rather than crude.
I shifted my legs a little wider to make it easier for him. "That's it boy!" the man said. "Open up for Daddy." I continued to suck up the remains of the commissioner's orgasm. Bobby pulled out and Robert inserted his much larger organ into the well-used hole. Robert hadn't lubricated his cock, but there must have been enough lubricant in the ass to make it easy. DeWitt's cock twitched as Robert went deep.
DeWitt was an important and powerful man. I tasted every reaction his body made to the sexual stimulus. He oozed, he dripped, and he twitched to every movement of the cock in his ass. In the back of your mind, there is a feeling that perhaps famous men aren't like you and I. perhaps the power alters their reaction to everyday things. Perhaps they have very different reactions to normal human relationships.
I realized famous men are first of all men. Their reactions are those of men first and famous persons secondly. I think it is wrong to assume a famous person cannot feel what every man feels. Two men entered from the showers. Our little group broke apart to greet the newcomers. One was a thin, dapper, bearded man named Hans. He was quite hairy, but I had the impression every hair was in place. The other man was a living Greek god. He was superbly muscled and a veritable Hercules. His name was Sandow. I had heard the name, he was a famous muscleman and involved in Physical Culture.
The other men knew Sandow and introduced us to him and his assistant. Hans had designed the fig leaves that were Sandow's only costume when he was demonstrating his physique. Both men had strong German accents, but were understandable.
It seemed impossible to me that such a man would be at the Ali Baba Baths and that such a magnificent physical specimen would share our sexual interests. I think the popular assumption that men with our tastes were effeminate remained in the back of my mind. There was not even the suspicion that Sandow was anything but all man.
Not only did the muscleman share out tastes, he indulged in them with great gusto and enthusiasm. He wasn't loud or aggressive, but he clearly knew what he wanted and intended to indulge his desires. I must add that Sandow was the type of man you wanted to please. He was so handsome and impressive not only did I want to please him, I would feel honored he would fuck me.
The older men were clearly friends and he attended to them first. Robert and Bobby watched. I caught Hans' eye and he came over to me.
"We didn't know there were some new men here," he said. He glanced at my genitals. "It is a pleasant surprise."
"No more surprised than I am. You are a very handsome couple," I replied. Hans smiled.
"I am but a servant, although I count myself as Sandow's friend. I always admire a polite man who includes an ordinary man such as me in his compliments," Hans said. "You are most kind." He reached over and fondled my balls. He reminded me of a jeweler who was weighing diamonds.
"I think if you were alone I would consider you a handsome man," I said. His organ, which had been firm, turned hard. I stroked it. A single glob of sperm spurted form his cock and landed on my cock. I collected it on my finger and licked it.
Hans smiled. "Sandow is most interested in manly juices. He looked at it with a microscope and saw the actual sperm. They are minuscule but contain the essence of a man. Every drop of semen is particular to a single man," he said. "Each is individual, but plentiful. A doctor told him every man could repopulate the world many times over with his sperm."
"They say you should save it for reproductive purposes."
"That is little more than an old wives tale," Hans said. "Sandow believes you must continually drain the old sperm so new can replace it. Keep it fresh." We went to a bench the side of the room. Hans sat and I dropped to my knees. His cock was lovely, but once it was in my mouth, it was even better. Hans possessed and organ that was notably responsive. Every movement of my tongue or lips caused a reaction from it.
Hans didn't moan or comment; his cock did all the reacting. It looked like an average cock, but once it was in my mouth it became a marvel. I didn't need to assume he enjoyed it, his cock oozed, twitched and drooled in appreciation. Some men are verbal in their appreciation. Hans cock expressed all. While it's possible to be insincere verbally, the cock has no potential for insincerity. Its reactions are involuntary. Pretending to be excited does nothing for the cock.
I knew well that only genuine stimulation let a man's genitals release their store of sexual juices. I knew the entire sequence of tastes, from the first slight suggestion of sweetness at his slit to the final flood of thick orgasmic cream.
Hans showed no sign of tenseness or unease as I ministered to his erect organ. I moved a finger toward his hole. He shifted his legs slightly to give me better access. As I circled his sphincter with my finger, I found he was already lubricated. Some men might tell you to push it in; Hans simply spurted and extra glob of precum and let me know his desire.
Robert came over to us. He climbed onto the bench and straddled Hans' face. Hans oozed another glob of his sex juices as he sucked Robert's cock. Robert was a small man with a big cock, but Hans had no problem at all with that. All was in harmony.
We broke apart to trade positions, and I had a chance to look at the other men. DeWitt was no longer n the sling, and Bobby had taken his place. I was shocked Bobby would go that far. One of the older men was working his cock into Bobby's ass while Sandow was giving the two men what might be best described as technical advice.
He adjusted the height of the sling supports to improve the angle of entry. That adjustment had an immediate effect on Bobby and on his partner. Sandow was more than just experienced. He was obviously a master of the genital arts. Sandow was cool and collected and while he talked about sex, he seemed detached. He did bend over and lick up the sexual fluids that drooled from Bobby's cock, and lick his knob.
"Sandow likes everything neat," Hans explained.
"Are you neat too?" I asked as we walked over to the sling.
"Oh yes," he replied, "Normally I bottom for the other gentlemen, so they leave their man load deep in me. When I shoot, I make a mess. It is better when I am in some one's mouth or ass." Sandow was now sucking Bobby's cock with open pleasure. The man fucking bobby began to thrust frantically. Sandow swallowed Bobby's entire cock. Bobby began to shiver.
As Hans said, it was neat. Not a drop escaped from Sandow's mouth. I also noticed Sandow seemed to take the cream with considerable enthusiasm. He enjoyed it. After he got the last drop, Sandow pulled away and invited another man to use Bobby's hole. After than man ejaculated into Bobby's ass, Sandow took his place.
"You look tired my friend," Sandow said to Bobby. "I love the feel of a well used ass. After you have taken three or four loads, it is so tender and warm. The last man in you, Freddy, was so very thick, my cock must be relaxing, is it not?" Bobby nodded. He looked like a wet dishrag; he offered no resistance.
While Sandow was completely in control, somehow I knew Bobby was fully engaged and excited. Sandow was a dominant top who always left his bottom satisfied and wanting more. Curiously, while Sandow could pick and chose those he wished to couple with, the other men weren't disappointed. Sandow was a showman and an exhibitionist. The essence of being a showman was to include the audience in your performance. They just watched, but like any good actor, you participated in the show.
I grant and sex show isn't much like Hamlet, but like a great actor playing the Dane, you felt a part of the action, even if you were just observing. When Sandow finally released his sperm load, several observers shot off their own loads. It was exciting for all, not just Sandow and Bobby. As we watched, Hans worked his organ into my ass. I will swear this own climax was no more than a second or two later than the muscleman's orgasm.
By now, the main baths were available for our use and we left Omar's apartment for the main level of the baths. There were only a few men there, but by noon, men filled the showers and steam room. Sandow and Hans had left. He had an exhibition later that day. I was afraid that Bobby and Robert would feel the rest of the day was a letdown after the excitement with Sandow.
I had no need to worry. Robert and Bobby had enough pent up sexual needs to make the rest of the day rewarding. When we went home late in the afternoon, they were both exhausted, but happy. It had been a day of sexual pleasure and release. After dinner, we returned to my apartment and talked.
"I'm not sure I could do that every day or weekly, but it was a wonderful experience," Bobby said. "I didn't know it was possible to feel so much pleasure."
"Was I right in thinking the men of the baths were notably affable and pleasant?" Robert asked. "Everyone was so friendly and accommodating."
"No one seemed tense or nervous," Bobby remarked.
"Everyone there was a regular attendee," I said. "They all enjoy sex, but they know that no one leaves the baths with their balls filled unless they want to. Sex is a normal part of every visit to the baths. You can relax and it will happen."
"Everyone has sex?" Robert asked.
"I am sure everyone who wants it, gets it." I replied. "I hope you don't think badly of me, but I have gone several times simply for the bath, but somehow by the time I leave I had enjoyed myself sexually."
"I think that is part of being a man," Bobby said. "I must admit I would have a hard time leaving without having an orgasm. All my thoughts of the virtue of chastity have vanished from my mind."
"Are you sorry about that?" I asked.
"I don't think so," he answered. "I can't seem to remember why Chastity was regarded as a virtue. I can understand why lechery is bad and why you shouldn't go preying on unwilling persons, but I don't think anyone at the baths was unwilling."
"I felt good about the while event. It was better than I could have guessed," Robert said. "I expected something cruder. Actually, I thought it would be cruder and less intense. Everyone was so polite, but so excited." We talked and then went to bed. We were tired. Bobby and Robert left by an early train the next morning. The rest of the day was quiet and I was able to work on my lectures for the coming week.
I had a good week at the school. Everyone was settled from the Christmas break. I had a new, advanced class that was enjoyable to teach. They were intelligent students and wanted to learn. I was able to get guest speakers to introduce them to new subjects. One of these was a man who had worked with Mr. Edison, Karl Muller.
Muller was working on ways to distribute electricity economically. While a city like New York was largely electrified, Muller wanted to electrify the entire nation. That seemed impossible, but he claimed it would be achieved within twenty or thirty years. Karl was every inch the absent-minded professor type when he wasn't talking about electricity. Many things that required complicated calculations for me, Karl could do in his head. He was a marvel.
After his lecture, I was to take him out to dinner at a fine restaurant. I invited two other faculty members to join us. We were not dressed for a restaurant like Sherry's or Delmonico's but I knew of a good local place. Karl was most impressed. He ate at his boarding house and the food was modest. His leg rubbed against mine under the table. At first, I thought it was accidental. However, he did it again, and then a third time.
We talked briefly after we left the restaurant. I mentioned I was going to a Turkish bath to relax. He told me he had never been to a bath. I invited him to try the Ali Baba. He said he was interested. As we walked, I told him about the baths. I wasn't completely frank, but Karl understood what I was saying.
When we got to the baths, Karl leaned over and whispered," What happens if I don't like it?"
"Just get dressed and leave," I said. "Men come and go all the time."
"I'm afraid I might show hard?"
I smiled. "If you do you may get to be a popular man quite quickly," I said.
"They wouldn't be shocked?" he asked.
"They would be pleased," I said. "This is a friendly place."
"I'm an ugly man," he whispered.
"I don't want to shock you, but most of them men at the baths won't be looking at your face," I said. Karl looked at me and laughed. We entered the bath. Karl was not a Greek god, but he might have made a passable Viking. He was tall and blond. He was not particularly symmetrical, but he was masculine. In the locker area I saw he was one of those rare man who is better looking naked than clothed.
Karl's body was well formed, although his nose was large and his mouth seemed askew. He did possess beautiful eyes. Since his skin was pale and hair almost white, he looked bland and featureless. While his beard was thick, it almost vanished it was so pale.
We went to the showers and them into the steam room. I was a little worried he would vanish completely in the foggy room, but he attracted attention immediately. He talked with Gustav, Roscoe, Frank and Col. Windner. As he feared, Karl became erect, and as I guessed, his companions liked the show. These men weren't particularly handsome. They were just average men and that suited Karl.
Col. Windner was the first to sample Karl's cock. Karl was receptive. Windner was enthusiastic. All was well. Karl was like a racehorse that had never been allowed to run at full speed. Once he discovered the joy of running at full speed, Karl never looked back. I did not get to play with him, but that was only because other men kept Karl fully occupied.