Capitol Massage 1932
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, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
This is a continuation of a story from 2017
I am Guido Giovanni, the son of Marco Geovanni the man who opened the Capitol Massage in Philadelphia. Everyone calls me Gus. I had been working in New York when Dad died in 1932. My mother had died two year earlier. My sisters had all married well and had moved away. They had no interest in the Capitol, so they inherited the house, which was in a good location, and I took the Capitol Massage, now renamed the Capitol Baths.
I visited the Capitol and discovered it was still operating but was run down. I noticed the place had a slightly edgy air. When I went into the steam room, I discovered the reason. I had visited the Capitol without telling the staff who I was.
I had never thought of Philadelphia as a welcoming place, but the men in the stream room seemed to be exceptionally welcoming. Most of the men there were older, and I was only 40 and I was welcomed warmly.
I had left home for New York because I had a taste for the company of men that I wanted to hide from my parents. I now realized there would have been no need to hide it from my father. I had a quiet life in New York finding a few friends who shared my interests. The men of the Capitol did not hide their interests, or their interest in me.
Not only did they like me, they loved my cock. They both tried to suck my balls contents out through my cock, they wanted me to shoot my load into their asses. I was surprised to find that I lost all desire to live a quiet life. It was wonderful.
I the men, Louis, and Luigi. who ran the place. I told them who I was, and they told me they hoped I would keep the place open. They told me everything about the Capitol. We were deep in the depression and I told them I would try to keep it open. They would be on the streets if the Capitol closed.
They gave me a full massage. I was good, but they also gave me what they called a deep massage. That was wonderful. I had been fucked a few times, but the men who fucked me clearly didn't know what they were doing. Louis' cock sent me to the moon.
I checked the books and the Capitol was breaking even. That was good given the depression. I asked Louis and Luigi how we might increase the income.
They hemmed and hawed and then told me that my father provided a bath and steam room that allowed some customers to share their bodies with their friends. Luigi said he knew men who might enjoy more open and rigorous entertainments with willing men.
Of course, I knew what they were suggesting. I said I wasn't interested in professional "entertainers."
"Gus, we know of a number of men who are unemployed, and some income would be a godsend for them," Louis said. "They are not professionals, but they would be open to helping men with their needs."
I knew of the terrible problems finding a job. I had saved some money and had inherited more from my father. When I left my job in New York, there had been 124 men applying for my position. I said I would think about it and might like to meet some of the men they mentioned.
The Capitol Baths was closed on Sundays until the afternoon, so Louis said he would ask some friends to drop by. I was there at 8:30 in the morning and there were ten men waiting for me. I had brought donuts and muffins with me. When I made coffee, my supply of pastries was gone. Luigi arrived at 9:00 with more donuts. They vanished in minutes. Several of the men had been sleeping on the streets, so we adjourned to the showers to clean up. I realized that for some of the men a warm room with warm water was a rarity. We moved to the steam room. It wasn't overly hot, but the men obviously enjoyed it.
Louis took charge and explained the situation. "This is an all-male bathhouse that also provides massages. Men either wear a towel of nothing. The men here are not shy," he said.
"When Louis says they are not shy, I need to emphasize the are not shy at all," Luigi said. "Your private parts aren't private here!" The men laughed a little.
"If some of you are the delicate and sensitive type it might be well for you to leave," Louis resumed. No one left. "You may have noticed that some men get excited by other naked men. Here we see that as natural and expected. It is not unusual."
"Let just say the men who come here are often open minded and are willing to explore the possibilities for pleasure," Luigi added. "Louis and I often help men with these explorations. Let me assure you that we both enjoy helping."
"All of this is quite informal and unplanned, although I admit that some of our patrons are quite regular in their visits and their wants," he continued. "We are considering hiring some younger men to deal with our more demanding patrons. Some would find them too demanding. However, if you shared certain tastes and inclinations, you might find them entertaining."
"How entertaining is entertaining?" one man asked.
"Damn I know the answer to that!" another man said. "I think the entertainment ends in fireworks and sticky stuff every were." There was laughter.
"I know a couple of places you could shoot the fireworks with no mess at all," a third man said. "To tell the truth, I have two good places to hide the mess."
The men laughed. From the reaction of the men, it was clear they knew what we were talking about, and that most, if not all were interested.
"As you know, you can not be paid to provide the "fireworks," Louis continued. "However, you can be paid as an attendant. That is a modest sum, but you might not we provide lunch and dinner for our attendants." The men understood and some looked relieved.
A handsome younger man named Calvin came to me after Louis and Luigi ended their talks. "I'm interested and a need anything that resembles a job. I'm not sure I could do all the things men want."
"I am sure there are several men who could hone your skills," I said. "Louis told me that many men have had their first experiences here. They found the experiences more than enjoyable, and their teachers skilled and kind."
The men were all willing. We couldn't hire them immediately since we had to rework our facility for new, private services. We could give them a place to sleep safely. I sent them to our doctor to identify any problems. The were mostly young and in good health other than for not eating enough. There were two black men in the group, Franklin, who had been a butler and Charleston who had worked as an usher in a theater. They were handsome men and were well equipped. While many of our patrons were uneasy with Black men, Luigi told me a man's endowment trumped his race. Sometimes one cam be dazzled by the superficiality of humans.
Over the next two weeks we introduced the new men to the showers and steam room. I told them to be cheerful, helpful, and generous. We also let it be known that we were planning to add deluxe massage services. Of course, we couldn't advertize this, but word of mouth from a trusted friend was better than an advertisement in the newspapers.
We had two storage rooms in the back that we converted into "Premiere Suites."
Louis, Luigi, and I talked to men who contacted us and discussed their interests. I explained that the suites were private and secluded. We mentioned that our staff was open minded and flexible. We could have two or three men in the suites and if our clients wanted to bring a friend that was possible. The suites cost between $20.00 to $40.00. That was a princely sum in 1932.
Word of mouth transmission of information suggests ancient times or the middle ages. The men who frequented the Capitol Baths transmitted information more quickly than the wireless or under water cable. I mentioned the Suites and several men contacted me within hours. Saying the suites were for exclusive men with distinctive tastes was a master stroke.
The next day a man who claimed to be Dexter Miller visited with me and Louis. Louis recognized him as Millard Towcaster, the playboy son of an oil baron. We took him on a tour of the baths. It was a nude tour, but we gave him a towel. The towel was not big enough to disguise his interest. We reached the Premiere Suites. Like most of the rooms in the baths, the walls and floors were glazed white tiles. We furnished the room with potted palms, wicker furniture and plush pillows.
Franklin, the former butler greeting him. Franklin was nude and slightly excited. I thought Millard's eyes would pop out. Calvin brought us refreshment. He was young, and almost beautiful. Bruno, a former wrestler, said he was the suite's senior masseur. Gregory, a stocky, hairy, unemployed artist came in. He was ordinary looking, but he had a thick cock. He said he provided stretching exercises that opened a man's untouched places.
Millard was all but drooling. He asked how many of these men were available. I explained that was for him to choose.
"I assume you know that all of this is private and personal for you. It can be business like or intimate depending on your preferences," I said. "You have the use of them and access to their most intimate places."
"It is completely private?" he asked.
"Yes, the more intimate organs involved are enjoyable, but the have no ability to remember," I said.
"Is it messy?" he asked. I had noted he had been fastidiously dressed.
"That depends on the level of excitement you experience. The Butler will clean up anything that drips. Depending on your preferences you can deposit anything messy in a safe place," I said. Millard looked puzzled. Gregory bent over to pick up a dropped towel exposing his asshole. Millard then realized what I was saying. He smiled. I realized his career as a playboy and keeping him away from business might have been the best way to preserve the family fortune.
We then returned to my office and he told me he wanted to take advantage of Suites. He reserved them for the next afternoon. He told me he might bring a friend with him. I told him that was no problem at all.
While I was talking to Millard, Luigi was talking to Millard's chauffeur-bodyguard Maxime. Luigi quickly discovered Maxime real name was Maximo and they were from the same city in Italy, Genoa. Luigi also found out that Maximo was interested in a male, nude bathing establishment. Minutes later they were admiring the nude men and each other.
Maximo's bodyguard duties consisted of keeping Millard out of trouble. He was worried about the baths and Lungi cleared that up. The baths were a place for men to gather and play. There had never been a blackmail attempt even associated with the Capitol.
They moved on to the steam room, and Luigi explained the Suites, as he served Maximo lunch from his balls. Apparently, Maximo was tired of Anglo-Saxon sperm and wanted Luigi's more richly flavored Italian cream. Maximo thanked Luigi by injecting his seed into Luigi's ass.
Maximo was a big man constructed of muscle, testosterone and a hair coat covering his entire body. No one other than Luigi came up to him, but you could feel the admiration. Luigi thought that Maximo felt the admiration and the baths were a good place for him.
By the time Millard returned to the car, he had arranged an event in the Suites and was surprised that "Maxime" approved. Luigi told me about his adventures with Maximo.
We did some planning. This was a big event. Millard was paying $250.00 for the event. That would double our gross for the day. If it were successful, the financial situation of the baths would greatly improve. Franklin, Calvin, Bruno, and Gregory were unemployed, and a regular source of income would change their lives. Franklin and Gregory were experienced and knew a lot more about sex with men than they admitted. Calvin needed some training. Luigi took care of that.
Millard was incapable of being considerate. He called and told me he was bringing two friends, Maxime and someone improbably named Witherspoon Jones. One of our new men, Captain Jonathan Winter, was a naval officer who had fallen on hard times due to the stock market crash, Gin, and a bad divorce. He looked respectable and was the prefect Randy sailor.
The event was on Sunday morning. The baths opened late on Sundays so there was no chance of interruption. Millard arrived with Maxime and Witherspoon. Witherspoon was not impressive. Luckily, he possessed considerable sexual skills.
Millard went to Franklin, Bruno, and Calvin. Witherspoon went to Gregory. Maximo went to Luigi and I was with Jonathan watching the activity. You could tell that Jonathan had once been attractive. He was beefy and bit worn and used.
"I usually need some Dutch courage to get into this," Jonathan said. "Would it be wrong to suck on the boss man's cock? I need to keep my mind on the job," he said.
"Go right ahead," I said. Jonathan was a good, experienced cock sucker. He knew how to make a cock react. "This is recreational, not your job interview."
I wasn't new to sex with men, but it had been a rarity. I was strange to be at the baths where sex was an everyday occurrence. It was also hard to think of sex as a business. In some ways I was helping men survive the dismal economy, but it was odd. Helping men out was good. The sex was much more than good.
Jonathan came up for a breather and I sank to my knees to work his cock. His cock was drooling and I knew he was enjoying his new duties. It may have been a job of last resort, but his cock was sure enjoying it. When I tasted his cock's drool, I forgot my concerns and simply enjoyed his cock and my reaction to it.
When I'm in contact with a cock, I forget the day's concerns and go with the flow. My first experiences were with my next-door neighbor, Mr. Dunlop. I had seen him pissing in a bush in the back of his garden beside a garden shed. He saw me and waved at me to come over.
Mr. Dunlop told me you were not supposed to look. I said I had never seen a cock as big as his. I didn't know they grew that big. He told me it could get bigger and if I licked it and it would grow. I was sure my parents wouldn't like that, but I was at an age when parental disapproval was a good thing. I tried a lick and somehow had a good portion of the cock in my mouth seconds later.
He told me he was getting close and I should pull off it I didn't want a mouth full of his man milk. I didn't and his man milk flooded my mouth. I felt like he was giving me a present. He was afraid I wouldn't like it, but I told him it was good, and I wanted more. It was clear to me immediately that cock was for me.
Mr. Dunlop told me he could give me more once and a while. That turned out to be every week of two except in winter. The shed was too cold.
One time he had a friend with him, a guy called Tony. Tony lived five blocks away. He liked the same things that Mr. Dunlop liked, so it was fun. He lived alone in a small house and worked nights. In the winter I met Tony and Mr. Dunlop there.
On day I went to visit Tony and found out Mr. Dunlop couldn't get there. Tony introduced me to anal sex. I fucked him, and he then asked if he could do me. That seemed only fair. Tony's cock was thinner and shorter than Mr. Dunlop's organ and it was good.
My experiences with Jonathan brought back memories of those days. I hadn't known you could feel nostalgia for the cocks of yesteryear, but the feelings were intense. I felt the excitement of experiencing sex for the first time again.
Calvin was sucking Millard as Franklin was massaging the insides of Millard' ass. Gregory was bouncing on Witherspoon's cock. The massage session turned into a game of musical cocks. Millard spent the next hour and a half squirming on the assembled cock, one after the other.
Jonathan and I serviced Witherspoon. He was an odd-looking man, but his cock was a prize winner and his ass seemed to be prehensile. Maximo and Luigi conversed in Italian as the took turns fucking each other.
The event was a success for Millard and Witherspoon. My men had enjoyed it too. They knew other men who might enjoy providing sexual services. They did not want to attract the wrong types.
Franklin and Charleston knew men who were willing, but had real if poor paying, jobs. An extra five or ten dollars every week or so improved their lives greatly. Franklin was aware of this and he didn't want to kill the goose that laid the golden egg. They were looking for sexually generous men for whom the extra cash was a nice benefit.
A few days after the first event Millard and Witherspoon came to see me. They had greatly enjoyed the event and knew men who would also enjoy it. The men were afraid of discovery, and they asked if Millard or Witherspoon would arrange it for them. I told them that I had no problem with that, but I would like to meet the men before they came to the Capitol.
"You noted that our get together was not suitable for novices in the sexual arts," I explained, "I would not want men to be shocked by the activities or the openness of the party." Millard didn't think that would be a problem, and a meeting would be unnecessary.
Witherspoon disagreed. "I certainly was interested in the party, but I didn't expect it to be so open and direct," he said. "I wouldn't say I was shocked, but the event was on the outer limit of what I expected. I had never considered taking a black man's cock. I did and it was more than I thought was possible."
"Was sex with a Black man frightening?" I asked.
"It was different," Witherspoon replied. "His cock was as large or larger than I have ever taken. It seemed different, but I don't know if it was a physical difference or a mental one." We talked for a while and decided I would meet potential patrons.
A few days later I went to Witherspoon's house to meet Daniel Longest. Witherspoon's was off an alley behind a mansion near Rittenhouse Square. It was unimpressive from the outside but beautifully furnished and modern inside. Daniel arrived a few minutes later and Witherspoon served coffee and pastries. Daniel a distinguished, tall, big man. He was bald but sported a beard and mustache and beard that gave him the look of a British Officer in a play or a movie. He had a strong English accent.
I noticed that he looked at my crotch whenever I wasn't looking at him. I asked him if Witherspoon told him about the party. He said yes, it sounded interesting.
I decided to take the direct approach. "You could call it a gentlemen's party," I said. "I hope he mentioned that the men were all nude, erect and engaged in sexual congress? It was not a group of men engaged in bible studies."
Daniel smiled and said, "I inferred that, but he was not as direct as you have been."
"I appreciate Witherspoon's refined description of the party. Would you be shocked if I told you that refinement doesn't accurately describe the event?" I asked.
"When I was first in the Royal Navy my introduction to man sex wasn't refined," Daniel said. "My ass and cock were well used. I thought a mouth full of man seed was breakfast. That was long ago, but I still think about it."
I decided that Daniel was a good prospect to use the suites.