Millers' Town Baths 2
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As an attendant at the public baths does not approach the pinnacle of the job market. I was also a research associate for a well-known professor, but that position did not reach the heights of the work pyramid. I did have a pleasant and enjoyable life. I like doing what I was doing, but once and a while I felt misgivings. My novel was still in the works, but even if it was successful it was not going to bring fame a fortune.
Doc Sullivan was a friend, and we talked. He could be more successful working in a major hospital. His knowledge about public health and finding ways to reach out to underserved people was considerable. Of course, most hospitals were corporate money-making machines. Doing outreach was not profitable but it was a good publicity move for them.
"I have to admit the incidental sex associated with the clinic's proximity to the baths is a real bonus for me," Sullivan told me. "I have known I was gay for years, but I had been shy about it. I can't make a pass at a guy. It's a lot easier in a shower room when you are both erect."
I laughed. "That can be a giveaway," I said. "Marty just needs to wave his cock a few times and he has a playmate."
"Are you insulted that I gave your name to some of my pals?" he asked.
"I was a little uneasy about that, but they are nice guys." I said. "Once and a while it seems odd. That feeling lasts from the time a guy cock touches my rosebud until pushes past my sphincter. All is well after that. I suspect that is a near perfect definition of superficially," I said.
Sullivan laughed. "I'm not sure feeling pleasure is ever superficial. It's what makes life worthwhile," he remarked.
Two days later one of his friends, Al came to me. "I was talking with Sullivan," he said. "I'm not a very emotional guy. I feel them but expressing them is another matter. I want you to know I appreciate and enjoy our meetings," he said. "I kind of hoped you could sense that from my cock's reaction."
I smiled. "Thank you for saying that."
"I know it's dark in the places I leave my thanks," he added. "You are the only man I can feel comfortable with breeding. The second my cock touches your hole it feels so warm and inviting."
"It's warmer inside."
"It gets better every inch I push deeper into you," he said, "Can you feel me squirting?"
"No, but I feel your cock twitching," I said. "That is exciting."
Al was a big, not exactly fat man, but I had a feeling that would be a problem when he was older. I thought he was Italian because of his body hair, but he was Armenian. He came by in the early morning before six. I thought he was a chef or something food related.
I was off at six, so I often went to use the baths. He was in the end room with a new guy, Jimmy. Someone had left a sling attached to the hooks in the walls. Al waved me in. "My pal Jimmy wanted to know what the sling was for. I told him and he doesn't believe me."
"Al seems like a nice guy, but we just met," Jimmy said with the thickest Southern accent I had ever heard. Jimmy was an art student at the University. I had a sense that everything was new to him. I dropped my towel and discovered that cock sucking wasn't that new to him. Jimmy and Al weren't pals. Jimmy had invited himself into Al's room.
"I'm kind of new to the scene," Jimmy said.
"Are you shocked?" I asked.
"Shit no; I'm relieved. I thought I was the only gay guy in the world," he exclaimed. "I was just me and the church choir director back home. It's like Christmas every day here." We talked a little and somehow, I ended up in the sling.
Al explained my ass was both attractive and pleasurable. He was doing a slightly technical introduction to the ass and its many uses when Jimmy's cock made a surprise visit to the dark recesses of my ass. If a picture is worth a thousand words, a poke in the ass must be worth a few thousand more. Everything became clear to Jimmy. No more explanation was needed.
I had lubricated my ass just in case I got lucky, and Jimmy's thin probe was a good fit. Al went to Jimmy's rear. He didn't enter the ass, but clearly was knocking on the door. Al gave Jimmy useful hints as to proper fucking technique. Some things teach themselves and fucking a guy in the ass was one of them. The morning crush was upon us so we all went home, but I had a feeling we would meet again soon.
Marty referred to the usual amount of sexual activity as being tasteful rather than being gaudy. Late Friday and Saturday nights and the early hours of Saturday and Sunday mornings were less tasteful. Many men were out running chores and that included a visit to the baths. When activity overflowed into the waiting rooms, Marty made a visit. That solved the problem.
At 5:30 Saturday morning, Jimmy returned with another art student, Rex. Rex was in his early 20s, the same age as Jimmy but was bearded and had a hairy chest. I figured if he was this hairy now, he would be a gorilla at 30. He would be an attractive gorilla I thought.
As they checked in Jimmy whispered, "I told Rex about you. He wants to meet."
"I'm off at six," I replied. Ten minutes later Al arrived. By the time I reached their sling equipped room they were in deep conversation. Rex apparently was a talented artist and was just beginning to recover from a serious case of fundamentalist Christianity. This was the sort that believed that Jesus was a liberal hippie, and their own preacher had a direct line to God.
Richmond was a shock to him, and Jimmy was even more shocking. Having a guy, you barely know suck your cock is shocking, but if virtue is its own reward, gay sex has an immediate reward too. You don't need to die and go to heaven to reap the benefits.
Rex thought Jimmy was the male ideal for beauty. Rex believed that body hair was a painful reminder of Darwinian evolution. Rex also looked like his mother's brother. His Uncle was a sinful member of a near pagan cult. The Uncle was a Methodist Minister.
I assumed Rex would be resistant to the openness of the baths. I forgot one rule. Good sex needs no teacher. I never knew what Rex was thinking, but if a cock can be a missionary, Jimmy, Al and I all had missionary cocks. Al and I are hairy, and being with naked, hairy men were new for Rex.
Al is outgoing and was soon sucking Rex's uncut tool as Jimmy got me in the sling. His trip up my ass had been a total success and he wanted to repeat it. I think he thought it might be a one-time fluke. Al had provided a container of lubricant with a long spout. You could insert it in an ass and lubricate the entire fuck tunnel.
My ass is hairy and when Jimmy slid is tool into me, Rex got turned on. Jimmy was smooth and pale. Watching the slim, pale cock enter the hairy hole surprised him. He pulled out and told Rex it was his turn. Jimmy was self-assured and assumed Rex would obey. Rex's cock seemed average, but I had a strong feeling it grew as he pushed it in me. He had extra foreskin and my sphincter peeled it back as he pushed in me. I think the skin protects the cock head which seems to extra sensitive for uncut men.
I tightened my sphincter and massaged Rex's knob to considerable effect. I watched him as he went deeper. He was feeling new sensations and moaned as he slid in.
The four of us had a good time. Al replaced me in the sling and encouraged the boy to pound him. Jimmy loved that, but Rex would pound a few times and then return to slow sensual thrusts. They had to get to classes and left. I fucked Al to a climax and filled his behind with my cream.
When they were ready to leave Rex asked if he could talk with me alone sometime. I told him I lived in a nearby apartment, and during the day I was usually alone. He said he had a break in his classes from 11:00 AM to 2:00PM. I told him to drop by if he felt like it.
He knocked on my door at 11:30. "I guess you have noticed that Jimmy has taken me under his wing. That's nice, but sometimes Jimmy spouts bull shit, and I can't tell if it's true or not." Rex said. "Do you know I come from a limited background. This is all new to me. "Do guys really do this stuff or is it just Jimmy?"
I smiled. "I can assure you that gay men do it. It would have seemed odd to me, but the first time I sucked a cock, I knew it was for me. What was I like for you?" I asked.
"I loved it, but I hated myself for loving it," Rex said. "My folks would be appalled."
"Well you weren't doing it with your folks were you. Was it with a buddy?"
"It was with cousin Freddy. He was a few years older than me. We bunked together at a family reunion," Rex said.
"Did he like it?" I asked.
"He sure did. He loved it."
"You know the golden rule, do unto others?"
Rex was quiet and then said he didn't think it applied to cock sucking.
"I don't recall a list of exceptions to the Golden Rule. Did Cousin Freddy suck you?" I asked.
Rex shook his head. "He was older than me then. I don't think it occurred to him."
"Well if you come to the baths again, I can promise it will occur to the men there. Would you like that?"
Rex nodded. "I fucked you the other day. Do you get to fuck me?" he asked.
"Sex is best when both men enjoy it. It not a tit-for-tat situation. Think of balance. You want the pleasure to balance out. If I like it in the ass, and you like to suck, we both get what we want," I said.
"Do you think Al would like to fuck me?" he asked.
"I suspect he would love it. Does he turn you on?"
"Sort of. He reminds me of Cousin Freddy's dad, Big Freddy. He's a house builder-carpenter. He's big, loud and funny. Mom and Dad think he's too wild," Rex said. "He went skinny dipping in the lake with us once. He looks a bit like Al. He was a big boy even in cold water. I think about him a lot."
"Have you taken a guy's load, his sperm?" I asked.
Rex nodded. "Jimmy shot off in my mouth. I spit it out, but later I realized I sort of liked the taste," he said.
"When a guy shoots off in your ass, you can't spit it out. That bothers a lot of guys," I observed.
"They could pull out."
"They could if they had full control over their cock. Gus' jokes about men having a brain in their cock. Cocks don't have a brain, but they sometimes have a mind of their own."
A week later Rex and I met with Al and we had a nice session. I'm not the most perceptive guy in the world, but I suspected Rex's interest in Al had grown. I had told Al about my conversation with Rex. Al seem relaxed and in no rush to get up Rex's ass. Al told me had hadn't been a guy's first fuck since high school. He thought it was best to have the bottom desperate for his cock before he poked it into a virgin's dark and warm place.
We were in one of the sling rooms and Al surprised us by getting into the sling. "I've got a nice, tight ass," he said, "I would like to try Tommy on for size, but it's a bit big for me. Rex, would you mind opening me up some. I could use a nice warm up fuck."
Rex held back a little. "It's nice, warm and friendly in there," Al said. "One of my pals described it as a home away from home." Rex stepped up to the plate and nudged his knob into the pucker. He pushed and his cock went in until the sphincter offered resistance.
"Just push a little," Al said. "I want your cock."
A second later Rex's pubic hair touched Al's ass. "This is nice. It feels good," Rex said.
"It's lovely," Al said. "I love it when a guy's most private parts are in my hole. When I was in the showers as a teenager, I was embarrassed being naked. Here it's just us. No one can see exactly what you are doing or what I am feeling. Just relax and let's see what happens."
"It feels so good. It's as if my cock belongs in your ass," Rex said, "Damn, I'm getting close!"
"Pull out and let Carl have a chance," Al suggested, "You can come back for the Grand Finale!" I switched places with Rex.
"It was lovely to have you in me," Al said.
Rex nodded and said, "It was beautiful. I was nervous the first time. I didn't think it would be so comfortable. It seemed calm. I thought it would be more frantic."
Al smiled. "If you are lucky it gets frantic. You're a man, you're naked and sexually excited. Nature will take charge," he said. "I love it when a guy loses it and squirts his load deep in me. Watch Carl working my hole. He's taking his time, but the sensations build up."
"Does it bother you when he loses control?" Rex asked.
"Hell no. That why we are here," Al said, "I often shoot off too. Let me tell you a little secret. When you cum in me and I shoot off, Carl is usually close enough to eat my load as I pop. It can be a triple play."
That sounds complicated," Rex said, I was getting close, to I pulled out. Rex was eager to return his cock to Al's ass. He was close and picked up the pace of his thrusts. He stopped suddenly and his whole body shivered.
Al shot a single volley before I was able to wrap my lips around his knob. Al ran an upscale restaurant. His sperm seemed well seasoned. I pulled off after the last volley. Rex surprised me and kissed me. He wasn't kissing me; he was sampling Al's rich man cream. Rex still managed to continue pumping into Al's ass.
I knew Al had a low stress ass. I was just tight enough to stimulate but seemed welcoming too. He clearly enjoyed being fucked and he made sure you knew he enjoyed it. Rex's memories of Big Freddy helped too. Rex pulled out and showered with Al and me. I was pretty sure the next time we connected; Al would be in Rex's ass.
When Rex left, one of Al's pals was passing by and joined us. Hank was a beefy fireman. He was one of Al's regulars. Al told him he was worn-out.
"Damn, I really need some stress relief. Is your friend into it?" Hank asked as he dropped his towel. His cock looked meaty.
"I'm not much a romantic, if you're into that," Hank added. "I'm looking for a warm place to unload, no strings attached.
"That you are not a romantic is an understatement," I said with a smile. "Do I look like the sort of guy who wants a guy he's never met to shove his cock into my ass?"
"I'm sorry I offended you," Hank said.
"You misunderstand. I am that kind of a guy," I replied. He laughed as I got into the sling and Hank lubricated his fuck tool. Hank was big, but not particularly attractive, but he seemed to be extra manly.
"You ain't a virgin?" he asked. "I hate it when guys cry."
"Does that happen often?" I asked.
"Not that often," he said as he positioned his cock at my hole. He pushed a little and popped past my sphincter. "It feels like your ass is kissing my knob!" he whispered. He was still. "Damn I just squirted a little. I need to calm down."
He calmed down, but he kept his[BW1] cock in me. A few minutes later my ass and Hank's cock became friends. I must have molded my rectum to his cock. He pulled away and then pushed in hard. He and I loved that.
A cock is just a hunk of flesh that serves most of the time as a drain. Hank had an emotional cock. As it explored my ass it made friends everywhere it went.
Rex and Jimmy remined friends, but Al and his friends became a major part of Rex's life. Jimmy was pretty, but Al was more sexually exciting. Jimmy was playing a role as a talented, gay artist. Al was a guy who wasn't trying to impress or dazzle. Sex with Al was more exciting and fulfilling with less posing and more intense sex. I suspected there was more affection. Jimmy was on the make, moving up in the social set he desired. Rex had little or no attitude and considerably more talent, and no real desire to be a gadfly or associate with the right people.