The Ali Baba Baths 12 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, and is 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
I enjoyed watching Karl at the baths. It was as if a man had been struggling for years to make something, and suddenly discovered he had a complete set of tools in the back room that made achieving the task easy. The men at the baths were prefect for him. Outside the walls, he was an ordinary man. Inside the baths, he was an exciting, handsome man.
The men liked what they jokingly referred to as new meat anyway. Karl was new meat, but more importantly, he was pleasant and responsive new meat. it was all new to him. He enjoyed it and a direct in his appreciation.
I assume there are beautiful women who become tired of the endless compliments and have no desire to have another man tell them they are beautiful and desirable. I'm not sure anyone other than his mother had ever complimented Karl on his appearance, and no one had been interested in his sexual potential. He had sexual potential and in several hours at the baths, he had a chance to explore it.
I had to go home and I told him I was leaving. He was still a bit unsure about the situation and he left with me. I could tell his head was reeling. I asked Karl if he would like to have a cup of coffee at my apartment. He said yes.
My apartment impressed him. I had furnished it with some furniture from my Father's house and a few new pieces. I had several of Homer MacMillan's sculptures and paintings by Kenbridge Wells and Maximilian Smith. They painted as well as sculpted and I had several of what they called their oil sketches. I also had invested in an oriental rug for the parlor.
Karl lived in a rooming house of the austere type. He hadn't considered setting up his own home, not to mention taking an apartment. He had devoted himself to work and had neglected his personal life.
"Is it like that at the baths all the time?" Karl asked me when we were alone in my apartment.
"It would be safe to say that was an average night at the baths," I replied. "The men there appreciate meeting new friends, so you may have received more attention than when you are a regular visitor. That is the way the baths welcome men. I assume you enjoyed it?"
"I've never been anywhere like that before in my life!" he confessed. "I didn't know such a place existed. I didn't know I could actually be in a place like that."
"All the patrons of the bath are quite ordinary men," I said. "They are all friendly and personable."
Karl leaned close to me a whispered. "I didn't know that men would do those things. I didn't know they would do them in public."
"Let me assure you that not a word about the Baths ever leaves the Baths. It is strictly private for members only," I said. "Because of the privacy, men can be much more demonstrative and bold. All men share the same basic equipment. I suspect the men at the baths get more enjoyment from the sexual organs than most men do. It is safe to indulge your more personal tastes there. Most of the members share these tastes. Were you shocked or distressed?"
"I was certainly shocked, but not distressed," Karl replied. "The pleasure was so intense; I wasn't able to do anything except wallow in the sensations. I didn't know what I should do."
"As far as I could tell, you did everything that was expected," I said. "The men you met were pleased to meet you and they enjoyed you. I noticed you enjoyed them too."
"Was that right?" he asked. "I wasn't sure it was right to enjoy myself that much."
It was my time to whisper to him. "When I was new to the baths, I was afraid I was some debauched libertine committing sins of the worst sort. I now see it as enjoying your friends company. If do unto others as you would have them do unto you, all is well."
"I should feel guilty," Karl mumbled.
"You gave other men pleasure," I said. "That can't be bad."
"I used them for my own pleasure!"
"Let me assure you, the pleasure was shared," I added. "All was well with them and I hope with you."
"You like doing those sort of things?" he asked.
"Karl, I love doing those sorts of things," I replied.
He looked me in the eye. "So do I!" We talked a little longer. I told him I went to the baths regularly and he was welcome to join me. A few days later, he sent me a note asking if he might visit the baths with me on a Saturday afternoon. He came by my apartment at one o'clock and we walked to the baths.
I came to enjoy Karl's company. He was socially limited and not comfortable with small talk. He would have been a complete failure as a society dandy. He enjoyed talking with intelligent men and had no problem talking with eccentrics or unconventional men. In this respect, the baths were a good place for him. After several visits, Omar asked him to join. Of course, the baths were a moneymaking venture, but Omar was selective as to who could be a member. Karl was pleased and joined.
The first few visits were fun for me. I played the sexually experienced man with the young novice. This amused me because a year earlier no one could have been more of a novice than I was. Karl was a man of science, but that science was all electrical. He knew nothing about male anatomy in general and his body in particular. I was the sage professor in those matters.
Karl had no real vision of the potential for physical pleasure. Like many brilliant men who specialized in a single area of expertise, Karl focused on it alone, not on life in general. I can definitely say he knew he possessed a cock, but beyond that, he was ignorant. He knew you could stroke it, but hadn't realized you could suck it and fuck with it.
At first, I felt as if I were a sexual Clara Barton ministering to the sexually needy. Karl was very shy and uninformed. I had been the same at one time, but I never was as completely unaware of sex as Karl was. My family was Presbyterian, a church not particularly given to sexual license. Karl's family belonged to some branch of the Baptist denomination that seemed to find sex particularly sinful. Apparently his mother and father had to do some sort of penance when his mother was pregnant. A pregnancy was a sure indication of weak will.
While Karl had little of any experience with sex, he liked it when he found it. He didn't jump into the sexual pond with both feet, but eventually he learned to swim. I did most of the teaching. That wasn't because I was expert, but because he trusted me. He was afraid he would do something wrong. I tried to tell him that wasn't a problem, but he was use to getting good grade in all things academic and I couldn't convince him this wasn't an academic subject.
Karl was a willing but serious student. The aspects of his character that made him a good scientist and engineer were not ideal for sexual abandon. He possessed an inquisitive mind, but some things are better experienced than discussed. Sometimes that could be aggravating and get in the way of spontaneous enjoyment.
Of course, the men of the Ali Baba Baths cleared up any confusion from the first visit. He loved it. Karl had several impressive orgasms that greatly impressed the men of the Baths. I thought this was because he saved it up, but later, I understood that three or four orgasms per visit was normal. This was a hit at the baths too.
Karl was shocked anyone would take his load. His cock became very sensitive when he ejaculated and the men loved him moaning and twitching as he ejaculated into their mouths. "Do they really like doing that?" he asked. "They take it straight from my cock!"
"Some men love it," I said. "It's your own man seed. It's special when a man feeds it to you."
"Do you like it?"
"To tell you the truth, it once scared me," I said. "I like it now. It's exciting that a friend has made the stuff in his balls and was good enough to feed it to you. It's a sign of a job well done."
Karl leaned close to me. "Do I have to take theirs? I've never sucked a man before."
I smiled. "At the Ali Baba Baths no one is required to do anything," I explained. "I all depends on what you want to do. If it gives you pleasure, then it's fine. If it doesn't, then don't do it. Everyone is here because he enjoys the freedom and openness of this place. The sexual potential here excites us all. Here exploring sexual pleasure with a friend or acquaintance is as accepted as having a fine dinner with friends, or going to a concert."
"No one at a banquet is required to enjoy all the dishes equally. Some may like the main dish, others enjoy the desert or the appetizer more," I continued. "No one thinks badly of another man because he didn't like the soup as much as he did. Sex is a complicated thing. Some find sucking more enjoyable than fucking. Some enjoy being sucked more than sucking others."
"A cock seems so . . ." Karl started to say.
I knew what worried him. "Karl, this is a bath, everyone is washed and cleaned. You do know that when a cock is erect, only the sexual juices can flow from it?" I asked. "The erection closes off the connection to the bladder and connects to the balls." Karl looked relieved. As is so often the case, while he was an educated man, he knew almost nothing of his sexual system.
"You like to suck?" he asked. "What is it like?"
"I think you might think of it as the difference between a card game with friends and playing solitaire," I explained. "Both are enjoyable, but playing cards with friends is more so. All sex is good and pleasurable, but sharing it with a friend is far better. It doesn't double the pleasure; it triples or quadruples it. Giving pleasure while you are receiving it is the ultimate pleasure."
"Do you think I would enjoy sucking a man?" he asked. I told him that would come in time.
I admired him as an intellectual and as a scientist. Eventually I realized Karl was who he was. I had to accept all of him, not just the parts I liked. Luckily, one of the parts I liked was hanging between his legs. After two weeks visit to then baths, he came home with me and we soon were in my bed.
While Karl was reticent, his cock wasn't. I knew he had already shot off twice, but his balls were still churning out sex juices and although he was a bit tired, his cock wasn't. As soon as my lips touched his cock, his genitals were fully engaged. He was relaxed and just let me play. Karl's cock was average in most ways, but was ideal for play.
I cheerfully milked him. He was like a cow with overfilled udders. His juices were sweet and they excited me. Eventually he had an orgasm, flooding my mouth with cream. That too was good. I took that, but by then I was tired. I didn't move. I just remained casually sucking his drooling member. He never fully lost his erection.
Perhaps a half hour later, he climaxed again. By then he had to get back to his rooming house and left. The next time we went to the baths, he came back with me again. This time after sucking for a while, I sat on his cock and road him for a while. He had a comfortable cock. It was big enough for me to know he was fucking, but not so large as to induce an orgasm. I later realized his cock was the perfect size and shape to stimulate my prostate.
A month later, we discovered my cock had the same effect on his ass, especially when I entered from the rear. Karl was much more partial to being a top than a bottom. One afternoon we were in bed and I slipped in from behind. The second my cock head rubbed his prostate I knew it was good. From the rear, my cock didn't penetrate as deeply as other position, but it made a direct hit on his little gland.
I used his prostate as a punching bag for the rest of the afternoon. Karl was barely able to talk, but that was fine. Small talk wasn't his strong suit anyway. I finally gave his prostate a sperm bath. Much to my surprise, Karl had a hands free orgasm when my man seed flooded his ass. Karl was poor at verbally expressing affection. His genitals were very affectionate. As long as he could express himself in sperm, I was happy.
While he enjoyed our private explorations, he spread his wings at the baths too. At our third or fourth visit to the baths, Karl met Aldred. Aldred was always courteous and open. They hit it off. The two men shared technical interests too. They could both talk about electricity and power. Roscoe was on the other side of the steam room and joined in their conversation. Roscoe's fixation with divinely controlled telegraph waves had vanished, but he was still interested in science.
Roscoe's oversized genitals seemed to grow at the baths. Perhaps regular use increased their size, the way exercise increases muscularity. He also seemed more presentable. Roscoe was still an ugly man by most standards, but he now cut and combed his hair and appeared well groomed. He served as Maximilian and Kenbridge's servant, helping the artists in their studio.
"Do you know that man?" Karl asked. "He seems quite impressive in one way at least."
"That is Roscoe, he is a pleasant man, rather generous in his approach to sex," Aldred said. "Most of the men here are open minded, but Roscoe may well be the most open."
"He is a libertine?" Karl asked.
"I think he is more uninhibited than most in this uninhibited place," Aldred explained. "Most of us are restrained by our personalities and backgrounds and cannot completely surrender to our sexual urges. Roscoe seems to feel no constraints. He is a child of nature."
"I'm not sure I like that," Karl remarked.
"If I were a more honest man, I could admit I sometimes wish I could be more like him," Aldred said. "He is a most pleasant man to be with. I must admit I discovered a taste for his cock and his cock juices. The juices especially have a wonderful effect on me. They act as an aphrodisiac."
"What do you mean?"
"It is hard to explain, but easy to experience," Aldred said.
"His organ is huge," Karl said.
Aldred smiled. "Just think of it as a toy designed for your pleasure."
"You could say that about any cock!" I said. "I have noticed Roscoe's man tool it inspirational to me too!"
Roscoe must have sensed they were talking about him. He came over to our side of the steam room. His semi-erect cock was at eye level. His foreskin had retracted to expose half of his cock head. An opalescent glob of his ball juices quivered on his slit. Roscoe was normally excited and usually there was something drooling from his cock.
Karl leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. The tip of his tongue touched the quivering blob, but not the cock itself. He tasted it. Karl licked the underside of the cock head. Roscoe shot a single spurt of sperm directly into Karl's mouth.
I was afraid Karl would be shocked. Roscoe's sperm had the opposite effect. Karl didn't try to swallow Roscoe's oversized cock, but he was deeply interested in his cock head. Roscoe's genital juices must have hand the same effect on Karl as they did in Aldred. It was in the early afternoon and the bath was still half-empty. The four of us had a good time. Roscoe eventually had a full-scale orgasm, which Karl enjoyed.
Aldred enjoyed Karl's cock and enthusiastically drained the younger man's balls. Karl was learning more about the joys of man sex. Aldred asked us to have dinner with him that evening. That turned out to be an intellectually stimulating night. Karl and Aldred shared many scientific interests and the conversation was exciting. I remembered conversations at home with my father and his friends. They were mostly about ancient history and philosophy, but my father moved in intellectual circles and the conversation was good.
Aldred and Karl talked about the marvels of the modern world, electricity and even wireless telegraphy. Only a decade or two earlier these things were more magic than real. Here I was in the greatest and most modern metropolis of America discussing these marvels.
Karl was a brilliant, but odd man. He was quite capable of intellectual leaps and insights, but unaware of some quite basic human characteristics. He seemed to think that his scientific gifts necessarily precluded sexual activities. When he became a scientist, he also became a monk.
I had thought of Aldred as a successful businessman, but as he talked with Karl I understood he was intellectually gifted and knowledgeable about the most modern thinking on these subjects. I was impressed, but I think Karl was even more impressed. After the interlude with Roscoe, it was clear Aldred wasn't a monk. He was a sexual man and a scientist. It was possible to be both.
Karl and I became good friends. He joined the Ali Baba baths, rented an apartment in my building and set up housekeeping. While he continued to teach at Columbia, he also began to work as a scientist for Aldred's company. This turned out to be a good thing for both of them.
I also realized my friendships with men at the Baths began to broaden to include more than sex. Sex was always a component, but we got closer in other ways. I became closer to Aldred as well as some of the artists. I think I found creative men intellectually and sexually exciting.
By now, I knew most of the regulars at the baths. The excitement of a first meeting was past. I remained puzzled at this excitement. When I was new and inexperienced, there was the thrill of discovery. I had no idea what I would find or experience. Now I knew, but the thrill remained. While all men share the same basic equipment and most of the same drives, each man is different and individual. His reaction to my lips wrapping around his cock was an unknown. Would he remain aloof and cold until he was erect? Would his sexual fluid follow at first contact, or only seconds before the orgasm?
Some men become aroused easily, others are reserved. I knew one man who was most reserved. Michael was handsome and masculine, a bit gruff, but not rude. He allowed himself to be sucked, but he didn't respond other than becoming erect. He would carry on a conversation with anther men in the steam room as if nothing was happening. I slipped while sucking him one day. My finger touched his hole. As it did, Michael's juices began to flow.
Instead of pulling away, I worked the finger deeper into his hole. After finding his needy prostate, I tenderly massaged the small gland to great effect. Michael didn't return to the steam room for a week. When he came back, he sat near me. I realized he needed an anal boost to experience sexual release.
What a finger can do to man usually can be better done by an erect cock. I suspected my cock was not the one for Michael. In the steam room, Rudy glanced at Michael when he was not looking. Both men were deeply reserved. After some careful planning on my part, I eventually watched them couple for the first time. As I guessed Rudy's cock was indeed the prefect instrument to excite Michael. As Rudy's sexual probe entered Michael's ass, I watched an expression of satisfaction spread across Michael's face. A hands free orgasm was the sure indicator of this.
Most of the men at the baths were more demonstrative then Michael, but it takes many different men to make up the world. Every man has sexual potential; it almost took a mining expedition to find Michael's sexual switch. To some extent, my scientific interests played a role in my sexual explorations. I was interested in what excited men and what made them function sexually.
Let me confess. I am easily excited and my scientific interest in sex contributed no more than a few percentage points to me overall sexual drive. I have encountered a few men who claim their interest in sex was purely scientific. That might be true, but purely always seems to be the incorrect adverb. Purely lustful might well be the better term. My relationship with Karl was never tense and exciting as with Michael.