Bath House Memoirs - Introduction
The story I'm about to tell is true. Each and every action did take place as far as I can remember it. All of it occured before the public revelation of AIDs and HIV. By telling this story, I hope to transport the reader to a simpler time when sex was more fun and definently more casual. However, in depicting the numerous unsafe acts in this series of tales, I in no way am condoning the practice of unsafe sex in today's more risky atmosphere.
Prologe
As readers of my previous story (and thanks to the power of nifty.org there are many) know, I was a soldier in the U.S. Army stationed overseas in the FRG (Federal Republic of Gemany). By now I am 21 and have pretty much decided that I am going to make the Army a career. Being an American soldier living overseas for the first time in my life certainly had its advantages. I was young, my body was hard and I posessed an adventurous sprit that the realities of life had not yet had the chance to batter dow.
6 feet tall even, weighing around 160 with a 31" waist, I'm caucasion but with what seems like a perpetual tan. My etnic background is sicilian and I have inherited an olive complexion with light hair on my chest, stomach legs and butt. I have extremely short hair that is dark and slightly curly, cut in the typical "lifer" style. My lower body (legs, ass and abs) are muscled and tight from the miles of running and situps I do on an a daily basis, my upper body is average having more of a runner's look rather than that of a weight lifter. My eyes are dark brown and many girls have said that they find my eyes one of my most attractive features.
Yes girls. You see at this point in my life I was struggling with my sexuality. As a young soldier who was trying to make a career serving his country, it was important that I maintained a totally straight appearance at work and when interacting with my buds after hours. I had a few girlfriends and had even gone to bed with one or two of them by then but the sex was never spectacular. It felt like I was just going through the motions and although I did'nt have too much experience in the sex game, I knew that sex was not supposed to feel dull and monotonous.
Then came my first cocksucking experience and my life changed forever. As soon as tasted my first cock I knew I was hooked for life and when that same man fucked the hell out of my tight virgin ass, all thoughts of pussy or titty were gone forever. This first experience is covered in my first story "There's Always a First Time" that is located in the Gay/Military section of nifty.org.
About a year after my first cocksucking experience, I was in Germany for almost 2 years by now and was really beginning to feel comfortable in the country. I had been steadily been promoted in the Army because I was a pretty model soldier. Christ! I even had my work uniforms highly starched and spit shined my boots everyday (these were big things when you were looking to get ahead in the Army back then). Instead of always hanging out with my buds, I began to go exploring on my own. For a young soldier looking to experiment sexually in central Germany at that time it meant going to only one place ...Frankfurt.
Frankfurt had all the houses of prostitution but better yet for me Frankfurt had the sex stores where you could check out local mags and newspapers. Many were written in English and specialized in gay friendly clubs, restaurants and businesses but also gay bath houses. It was there that I found a bath house in an out of the way section of the city.
Now to get to Frankfurt, I used to have to get a taxi into town, then catch a train to go to a larger town and transfer to another train that would eventually take me to the main Frankfurt train station. All this in a foreign country where I knew little of the language outside of typical GI German. There, I would get on a trolly and after a few transfers and stops, I would get off the trolly and walk about a half of a mile to the bath house. The whole trip (one way) took about an hour and a half. In order to make the trip worth while, I needed to stay overnight in the bath house and make the return trip the next day. I still did not have a car back then and I only mention the complexity of the trip to let the reader know how determined I was to suck another cock!
The First Visit
My first visit to the Frankfurt bath house was an experience I certainly never had before and one I will never forget. The entire trip to Frankfurt, my cock was hard as a rock and my stomach felt empty and nervous. When I finally found the address, it was just a plain door with a buzzer on the side. No sign, no indication at all that this was the bath house except the four numbers hanging just to the left of the door that represented the street address. After looking around to make sure no one was watching (I was really paranoid back then), I rang the buzzer and I heard the door crack open and I went inside. There was a short clean corridor that led to a window. On the other side of the window an older man sat watching a television and leaning up to the window.
There was a sign (in German and English) that listed prices. Membership cost a certain amount then you had a choice of either renting a locker for 12 hours or a room for 24 hours. I choose a locker since I wasn't sure if I really wanted to stay. I paid for a membership and the locker and was given two large towels. The attendant rang another buzzer and the internal door cracked open to let me into a world I never knew existed.
Men were walking around just in towel or completely naked. Older men, really old men, and young guys like myself. Some were obviously nationals (what we called the local Germans and other Europeans living in Germany), but there was also many Americans and most of them were very obviously soldiers. Now they weren't wearing their uniforms but from their look and speach, you can tell that they were American soldiers, marines, or airmen. I always laugh now when people tell me that we need to get the queers out of the armed forces because after that day I went from thinking that I was the only fag in the Army to knowing that there were an awful lot of us out there serving our country. And blackmen...God there were alot of them walking around either in towels only naked and fully exposing their huge cocks. To say I felt like a kid in a candy store is probably a big understatement.
I found my locker finally (after getting quite a few glances and winks from other men in the bath house) and quickly changed into my towel. Then I went exploring. I felt like the queer Lewis and Clark expedition but instead of looking for a route to the riches of the Indies...I was looking for the riches of hot gay sex. And while Lewis and Clark were failures in their quest, I was fantastically sucessfull! That night I sucked 5 cocks and got fucked by three different men. By the next morning I was tired as hell (I learned a valuable lesson to always pay a little bit extra for a room) but so completely satisfied, I was almost purring like a kitten.
My First Bathouse Cock
The first place I checked out was the steamroom. This room was pretty big and could easily fit 20 to 30 guys in it with no problem. When I entered, the rush of hot steam that hit my body was so intense that I had to take a step back before mustering the strength to go in. The inside light was dim and the heavy steam made seeing even more difficult. Once my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I began to make out men, mostly naked, standing and sitting around the room. But most of all before seeing clearly I could hear the moaning. Men were obviously have a good time in here! Soon I noticed that some guys were on their knees sucking cocks of others while some were in the 69 position with their mouths pistoning up and down on each others cock. I noticed one young blond boy on all fours in the middle of the room getting fucked at one end while some other guy was fucking his mouth with a huge cock.
I sat at one end of the room taking this all in and my cock was tenting my towel. A older guy (maybe around 35..that was old for me back then) sat next to me and began feeling up my leg. I was sweating from all the steam but I was also hot as hell from all the action. The young blonde kid now had a few other guys standing in line at both ends and was obviously going to be busy for a long time. The man sitting next to me moved closer and told me to get down and give him a bj. He was obviously a soldier and from his age and the way he ordered me around was either an officer or a sergeant of some kind. He looked to be around 6'2" or taller, with greying hair but with a great build. He was smooth all over with a light complexion. I immediately let my towel fall to the floor and kneeled on it before him.
He took off his towel to expose about a 7" cock that was uncircumsized. Having only sucked one cock before, I knew this was going to be another first in my cocksucking career. I moved quickly and begun to lick and kiss his cock, paying special attention to the head and forskin. He moaned as I took the tip of my tongue and worked it around his senstive cockhead just under the forskin that now only partially concealed his silky cock head. His cock was half hard and but I could feel it harden with the touch of my fingers, lips and tongue. He grasped my head with one hand and the base of my cock with the other and began to roughly slap my face with his mantool. The popping sound that his hardening cock made against my face seem to echo around the room to drown out the hiss of the steam and the moaning of the other men. Soon I began to notice other men beginning to watch as I was being bitch slapped by the older soldier's cock.
This of course only turned both of us on even more. Soon I had opened my mouth wide at his order and the guy was roughly fucking my mouth with all 7 inches without regard to my comfort. The men around us started to cheer him on yelling in German and English: "Fuck the cocksuker's mouth!" "Make him work for your hot cum!" "Use that soldier slut's hole man!" Obviously, I was loving every minute of this humiliation. This guy was probably at least a sergeant or higher and here I was his private first class servicing his manhood the best way I knew how..with my young eager slut mouth.
Guys were reaching out and fondling my body while the sergeant was fucking my mouth, some he slapped away but others he let play with my nipples, and ass. One guy also got down under me and began playing with my hard leaking cock. Jerking me with my cock probably about an inch or two from his face. The sergeant was now long dicking my throat and loving it, my throat was tight but I had learned how to take a cock deep without gagging so he must had been pretty satisfied with how I was sucking. I used my tongue on this shaft as it plunged in and out of my mouth. Soon he knelt down on the floor and this force me to lower my head to take his cock. It also made me have to work my own mouth up and down harder in order to keep sucking. In other words, instead of him fucking my throat with his hard plunging cock, I was doing the work bobbing up and down and fucking my own throat. This position also made my tight soldier ass raise high in the air and of course this was an open invitation any of the men who were watching to get some of my tight soldier booty. I didn't have to wait long.
Soon I felt the familar feeling of a hard cock at the entrance to my hole. Here I was on all fours with a hard cock in my mouth and I was about to have my tight ass mounted for only the second time in my life. But instead of having my ass filled in the privacy of one man's apartment, this time there was no privacy. There was literally 20 or 30 men in the room all around us and at least 4 or 5 were standing around jerking thier cocks watching me as both my slut holes were fucked. Instead of only one man doing the fucking who at least had told me his name and other personal things about himself, this time the guy about to fuck my ass was someone who I knew nothing about (not his name, his nationality or even whether or not he was black or white)... someone I would probably never see again nevermind have sex with.
While all this was running through my brain, my ass was filled in one plunge. I tried to scream but when your throat is full of hard cock, screams don't escape only muffled moans. Sarge was beginning to buck his hips as I began to recover from the brutal assaunt on my ass and soon I felt the familar feeling of hot cum surging down my hungry throat. My mystery ass fucker was really going to town on my butt and soon was riding my slighty furry ass for all it was worth, slapping a check as he plunged his cock deep up my soldier hole. While he wasn't as big as the first cock that had christened my virgin ass, what he lacked in size he made up in enthusiasm. He was pistoning his cock in and out of my hole so hard that it felt like the walls of my hole were on fire.
I tried to turn my head around so I could at least see who was using me so hard but as soon as I did, some one grabbed my head and forced me to look forward and down. There, I came face to face with my first black cock. While some guy pounded my ass, this black soldier told me to kiss his cock and lick the head. I didn't hesitate. His cock was pitch black, veiny, circumsized and huge. While not as thick as John's (the first man who I sucked) this man's cock was easily longer by one or two inches (making him 10" or 11"). I lowered my head and began kissing and licking his dark hard cock head. I licked his piss slit and he moaned, he call me his bitch and his whore he told me to lick his sweaty balls. I had never done this before and the thought of licking another man's balls was not particularly exciting for me but I reached out my tongue and began to lap at his hairy black balls all the while the guy behind me was long dicking and slapping my ass. Soon I could here voices laughing and hooting around me. Call me a whore and a slut and guys yelling that they wanted my ass or mouth next. I felt pretty cheap but I loved it. I began to really enjoy licking the black balls in front of me when he told me to take them one by one in my mouth and really clean them good. Just when I was about to do this the guy in my ass moaned loudly and creamed my soldier hole. He then, pulled out of ass with a plop (literally guys around me laughed as they heard it), and walked in front of me, pushing the black guy out of the way. He was black too I knew now and he put his still half-hard cock in front of face and told me to lick him clean. Now I don't know why or when I knew that this was just a natural thing for me to do but I took that black cock that was sweaty, and still leaking cum and dripping from his cock juices and my ass juices and lapped at it like a little baby would lap at a big lollypop. I guess I knew that this was just part of what I needed to do inorder to get the cock and cum I wanted so badly. When I had licked him clean, he patted my head and said "Good white boy, now you be good to the rest of the bros here and give up that nice booty up whenever they want it." And for the rest of the night that is just what I did, I sucked 4 other blackmen that night..all of them of course soldiers and 2 other blackmen fucked my white ass. By the time the night was out, I had cum at least 3 times and my ass was so sore, I had trouble sitting on a hard chair for almost a week afterwards.
When I walked (barely) out of that steamroom, I had sucked and been fucked by 8 total strangers and their cum was in my stomach and dripping from my well-used ass. I took a shower and there was a garden hose attached to a spigot in the shower (of course the shower was open for all to see). I used to douche out my fuck hole while half and fully naked men of all colors, nationalities, ages, shapes and sizes walked by. Talk about humilitation!
After finding a place to layout for awhile (a dark room with a TV that showed continous gay porno flicks), I awoke at around 8 in the morning. I ate in the little bar/restaurant that they had in the bathouse, changed and left my first visit to the bath house behind me. About 2 hours later, I was back at my station. I showered again and slept for the rest of the day...I had to work the night shift later that day and my ass was still sore from the hard fucking that it had taken just a few hours before. Despite that, however, I knew that I would be visiting that bath house many more times in the future.
That completes part one of this story. I know it is long and there is alot of setup crap, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Future chapters of this story will be longer on the sex and shorter on the introduction material. I promise! Please, if you enjoyed this story, email me at hotboijoe@earthlink.net