The Seminole Sauna 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
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The Seminole Sauna was in an out of the way part of Miami Beach. Now let me make it clear that out of the way Miami Beach is not the same as out of the way Syracuse or Scranton. There are thousands of people within a block of the sauna. We don't advertize and we don't need to either. It is a conventional, all-male sauna in many ways. There are lots of naked men and the sweet smell of man sex is heavy in the air.
Technically, we are a club and are not open to the public. We have a strict no drugs and no prostitution policy. I will admit we have a tolerance of poppers, and light drinking is acceptable. We have a doctor (male) on call and several nurses (even more male) on the staff. Everyone is tested and sanitary.
Our fees are income based. Some of our members are well off; others are not. All are what you could call open minded sexually. If you are really open minded, clean and healthy and willing, you might actually get in for free. Some of our staff were men who were down on their luck, and exceptionally willing. If you are just sort of interested in sex, the Seminole is definitely not for you.
The Doorman, Otto and his co-doorman Lou were construction workers who lost their jobs, wives and homes. They live on the top floor of the place in a room we call the dorm. They are big, scary looking men who have no problem dealing with difficult people. They are exciting sexually for some men.
Our masseurs are also pretty much salvaged material. The head masseur, Gustav, is well trained; the rest are good masseurs, but great bottoms and cocksuckers. Some saunas maintain a façade of legitimacy. There may be some real saunas without a sexual component. The Seminole is not one of those.
You always get lucky at the Seminole; every story here has a happy ending. If you have a half hour to spare you, can drop in and be happy. If you have a day layover between airplane connections, the Seminole is the place for you.
There is one other aspect to the Seminole's membership. Everyone here is what might be described as sexually driven and perhaps over sexed. I admit that the true definition of over sexed is anyone who has more sex than you do. The Seminole's members are mostly in the top ten percent of sexually active men. There is no prostitution at the sauna because everyone likes sex so much no one needs payment.
Admission to the sauna is by word of mouth only, although the mouth is not the only organ used to select members. I thought this might be a problem and the membership would become a clique, and we might become snobbish. I am Nick Nicholson, the owner of the club and I had some schemes to avoid this. There was no need to worry about snobs. Cocks and asses aren't snobbish. Upper class cocks aren't any different from working men's cocks. Everyone enjoys new members and that solved the potential problem.
The club is in an old hacienda style building. It was built as a restaurant in the 1920, was converted into many things until it became a health club in the 1990s. It looks like a two story building from the street, but it is three stories. It is mostly windowless, but it has a stained-glass covered central courtyard. The courtyard is not big, but it is pretty. The stained glass is colored enough to allow the saunas informal dress code, but light enough to make it bright and airy.
You enter past the doormen and turn into a locker room. The nurses have the next room. When you join the club, there is a rigorous physical and testing. The head nurse, Glenn is a popular man and he turns the physical into a fun experience. Dr. Don visits regularly. He has an interest in urology and in proctology. If there were doctors of prostatology, he would have that degree.
Next door to this is a small room used for enemas. Some men are into it, and others want to be neat when anal sex is a potential. We have an older nurse, Ed, who likes to give enemas and does a complete job of lubrication. When he gets inspired, Ed uses his own organ to make sure the anus and rectum are completely lubricated.
There are two saunas and three whirlpools in the main area around the courtyard. Many saunas have private rooms, but not the Seminole. I don't like to have things going on outside of my view. Men can do things they aren't supposed to. I am not into pain as a sexual enhancement. At first, some of my members were a bit uneasy about it, but they soon came to understand my point of view. We were all adults doing what we like to do. There is nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to hide.
The second floor has a number of conversation areas and another sauna. We serve sandwiches and light refreshments on the second level. There are several slings around the place. Usually, I have one set up near the door from the lockers to the courtyard. That usually clarifies the function of the Sauna for anyone who didn't know already. I thought I would need to hire a greeter to do that, but I soon discovered many of the members were willing to use the sling as a way to make friends fast. When I said everyone was open minded, I meant it.
The third floor was my apartment, which is very nice, some guest rooms and the dorm. The dorm was actually just a left over space. I added a toilet room and a gang shower. The entire building is made of poured in place concrete and steel, so I didn't make any big changes.
I started with twenty members, all of whom were friends or friends of friends. The original staff started with Otto, the doorman, Carlo, the cook, Dr., Don and Gustav, the masseur and Randolph, the janitor. I had just inherited a bundle from a maiden aunt I barely knew and I could run the place at a loss for a good while. I wasn't sure it would work commercially, but that wasn't a problem financially at least. If the Sauna didn't make a go of it, I could sell the land for a bundle.
Much to my surprise word of the Seminole spread quickly and membership grew to over a hundred men in a month or two. I had also thought some form of entertainment might be necessary, but the members took care of that. Oversexed men can entertain themselves.
Elaborate, multi-colored tiles covered all the floors and most of the walls. That was good, since I figured sexually aroused men tend to drip and spurt. That would be a problem for Randolph. Randolph was a huge, mostly deaf and spectacularly well-hung black man. He had been treated as a mentally limited man, since no one seemed to realize he was deaf. He was treated like dirt until I hired him as a gardener ten years earlier. Ill-treatment didn't affect his personality. He was sweet, kind and affable. He was also very gay. I was the first white guy to open my ass for his tool. I've known a number of white men who like black men; they had a taste for forbidden fruit. Apparently, white men had not treated him as badly as black men did. When Randolph fucked me, he discovered a new purpose in life. He was born to fuck white asses and also discovered he liked white semen.
It is safe to say Randolph was the perfect man for the Seminole. Drips and spurts were no problem for him. I was also surprised to discover how many conservative white men wanted a big black cock up their behind. There was a potential problem with some men, but Otto and Lou kept an eye on things. Anyone who tried to fuck with Randolph soon knew the error of his ways.
Our opening event at the Seminole was a birthday party for my oldest friend in Miami Beach, Wolf Balz. Wolf was a successful interior designer who practiced in a style he called "Homo-Danish." He was very stylish, modern and imaginative. When I moved to the area, I hired him to do my apartment. This was before my Aunt died and I was on a budget.
I pick him because of his name. Who could resist a designer named Wolf Balz? He was hyper-Jewish and I think I was his first gentile client. He was short, very macho, and very hairy. My budget was too low for him, but somehow we ended up in bed and he was shocked by my uncut cock, and then by me willingness to bottom.
He did the job, complaining the whole time, and fucking me every time he had a chance. He was a good top. He won a design award for my apartment so he was happy. We became friends once I realized complaining was like oxygen for him. He needed to complain to feel alive. I became the director for an arts organization. I gave many cocktail parties in my apartment and he received many commissions.
When I began working on the Sauna project, Wolf had contacts in the gay world. He also, unexpectedly, had good taste in men. He gave the impression that he was permanently in heat. That may have been true, but he was always careful. He wanted the sauna to be a place where the potential playmates were pre-selected and okay.
Wolf knew Carlo, the cook. Carlo was Cuban and was a super chef until he had a heart attack. He came to the Seminole so he could cook some and write a cookbook in his spare time. Carlo was well connected in the gay Cuban community. He knew some men who were ideal members. Roberto was a happily married, Rum baron who needed a place to indulge his interest on cocks without fear of discovery. He deeply loved his wife and family; they just didn't meet his sexual needs.
My connection with the arts group brought me in contact with Hamilton Wythe. I think his family built the Mayflower. His pal, Jacob Pennyweather's family catered the signing of the Declaration of Independence. When you met them, you thought that you had fallen into a time warp, and were back in 1900. They were wealthy, intelligent and generous. Again, they had very conventional lives, but they had other sexual needs.
When they let their hair down, only metaphorically since they were bald, they were wild men. They liked it all and were willing to do it all. I had played a modest role in their transformation. Hamilton was timid and not adventurous sexually. We connected and he discovered a new world of sexual pleasure. I'm a vanilla man, but Hamilton barely touched a cock. He was big on longing from a distance. I changed that.
Jacob lived with his mother until she died a decade ago. His mother was a famous beauty who married well five times. She was joking called Liz Macy, Wannamaker, K-Mart, Pennyweather. She didn't actually marry every department store owner in the nation, but she gave it a try. She became meaner with each marriage. Guilt trips were her specialty. Jacob a dutiful son who became a wealthy man at fifty-five. He more than paid for every year by living with his mother.
Wolf, Carlos and Hamilton's friends didn't naturally associate with each other. They lived in different worlds. The Jewish decorators, Cuban businessmen and the WASP retirees all met at Wolf's birthday party. I guessed there would be three groups in the corners of the central courtyard with a wide space between them. I was 100% wrong. There were forty men at the party and I totally underestimated the effect of forty cocks on a group of gay men.
Alost everyone there was older, with only a few thirty year olds. For gay men, that was beyond the normal sell by date. No one was competing for a 20-year-old twink. Most of them were average men, but there were some notably handsome men and quite a few well-hung specimens. Pennyweather was tall and looked liked the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. He possessed a long, white snake and two impressive balls hanging from his crotch. Carlos' friend Roberto was packing some big meat, as was Saul Goldblat. Goldbalt was a short dumpy man with a cock that was almost half his body weight. He looked like a troll, but he could have been a successful stand up comedian.
It only took ten of fifteen minutes for the men to get use to being naked. I also provided some little blue pills for those who wanted them. The men went to the saunas or the whirlpools to become acquainted. There was a lot of activity under the water. That gave the pills some time to work their magic.
I had arranged for several gag gifts. I rang a bell and Otto rolled in the first gift, one of Wolf's former lovers in a sling. Phil, the former lover was a good sport and a bottom slut. When I asked him to the party and told him my plan, he wasn't interested. When I told him there would be perhaps as many as forty men at the party he changed his mind. Phil was a nice guy; his sexual obsession was just a quirk. He asked me not to tell Wolf that he knew how many men would be at the party. Wolf would have been shocked.
I asked Wolf if he wanted to be first to fuck Phil.
"I think I'll wait to later. I've been there and done that with Phil," he said. I had a back-up plan. I asked if anyone else wanted to be first. Everyone was still a bit shy. I called Randolph in. He was always willing to fuck. That caused a stir. Once Randolph's horse cock entered Phil's ass there was a line. I do think anal sex kicks up the intensity level. It helped that Phil was a particularly pale white man, and that Randolph had a slightly Mandingo look.
We had some wine, but not much. It was just enough to relax everyone. The Jewish decorators seemed to hit it off with the Cubans. The Cubans were all uncut and that had some allure. I had two empty slings in the corners. I wasn't sure anyone would get into them. I was surprised when Hamilton got in one, and Solomon Hirsch got in the other.
Roberto and Wolf were in the sixty-nine position on the floor. Roberto had enough foreskins for two men. Eventually, Wolf took Roberto's rum flavored cum. Roberto seemed to like kosher semen. They were happy.
After an hour I brought in a second gag gift, a collection of sex toys, mostly butt plugs and dildos. They were a hit too. By then most men had shot off once and the party settled into a more relaxed, but sensual phase. I was a little worried that Phil would be worn out, but Solomon and Hamilton took some of the pressure off. Phil was happy. Unexpectedly Hamilton seemed to be the happiest of all.
I saw him in the corner as Saul was gently fucking him. The sling looked like a baby cradle rocking in the wind. Saul was a big boy; his cock was long and very thick. I walked over and heard them talking.
"Are you sure it's good for you? Usually it's too big." Saul said.
"I've never taken one as big as yours, but it's good," Hamilton said. "I like being filled."
"I'm getting really close to shoot off. I'm going to have to pull out before I over fill you," Saul said.
"I think I'd like to be over filled," Hamilton said. "Leave it in." Saul began to moan as his body twitched and shivered. "I can feel it!" Hamilton added.
Saul waited until the shivering stopped and pulled out. For a second or two Hamilton's ass gaped open and I could see Saul's sperm in the open hole.
I went closer and slipped my cock into the hole. I wasn't lubricated but I knew Saul had left it juicy. "You have been holding out on me," I said. "You never told me you bottomed."
"You liked my cock so much, I did want to disappoint you," Hamilton said.
"Are you doing okay?" I asked. "How many men have fucked you tonight?"
"I think Saul was the fifth," Hamilton said. "He was the biggest I have taken. I am doing fine. It's been great. You know I didn't think it would be this good. "
That turned out to be the reaction of just about everyone at the party. It was better than expected. The personalities and sexual drives of the guests played a role, but the sauna itself was helpful. It wasn't a bar where you might or might not get lucky.
The sauna was for sex, not dating. It was for getting off and relieving sexual tension and no one expected to find true love. It was all no stings and no entanglements. Because there were no private rooms, everyone had to either be honest about their tastes and preferences, or do without. No one knew Hamilton had a taste for the bottom, but he couldn't hide it when he was in a sling taking anyone who passed by. He obvious enjoyed it.
Of course, you could simply abstain. That was pretty much impossible for the sexually driven men at the sauna. When you are in a group of men going at it like dogs in heat, it was hard not to be carried away. These men could be turned on by a well-packed crotch on a man in Lowe's parking lot. No one at the sauna was sitting on the sidelines sipping ice tea during the party. That wasn't a realistic option.
Phil came by the next day and asked if he could join. He was a schoolteacher and not well paid.
"Was it that good?" I asked.
"It was the best night of my life," Phil said. I sent him off to see Dr. Don. I wanted his to check out Phil's ass and his mental condition. Don was good about that. Don reported that Phil was fine with some signs of the last nights play. I later found out Phil came from a difficult family, and he had been the "bad" son. He wanted to be accepted by older men. A cock in the ass was the ultimate sign of acceptance for Phil. He became a regular at the sauna.
Roberto came by to talk with Glenn, the nurse. He had been fucked near the end of the night and was shocked to discover he enjoyed it. This bothered him the next day. He thought it was wrong for a man to enjoy being fucked. Glen was calming and explained the anatomy of sex.
Roberto could do sex, but didn't understand or care why it felt good. He thought the prostate was a minor organ that went bad when you were older. Glen did a nice show and tell for Roberto. He finger massaged Roberto's little nut and had the Cuban gasping for breath. He was about to demonstrate that a nice hard cock would feel better than a finger when Roberto popped. Roberto asked for a rain check.
Several days after the party Saul visited the sauna with a friend. The friend was a distinguished looking older man named Plato and I understood he was a retired owner of a shipping line. It took at least ten to twelve seconds to realize he owned the Platonic Cruise Line. It was a specialty, high dollar boutique Cruise Company.
Coincidentally, Hamilton visited the sauna at the same time. There were fifteen men in the place. It was in the late morning. Business typically picked up after lunch and in the evening. Lou was at the door, so Otto was in one of the whirlpools with Carlo and Carlo's helper, Juan. Since his heart attack, Carlo was into edging. He liked to see how long he could keep on the edge of an orgasm. He firmly believed it was the trip, not the destination that was the main objective of sex.
I was in the office taking care of the day's business. When I went to lunch in my apartment I saw Hamilton in the sling again, surrounded by Saul, Plato, Carlo, Juan and Otto. I was wearing a robe that I took off. Having a dressed man in a cluster of naked men is uncomfortable. I couldn't see Hamilton, but I could see that the sling was rocking gently.
Plato was in Hamilton's ass, and the other men were helping him. Plato was an old-fashioned man rammer. Like most men, he was use to getting sex in quick furtive interludes. At the Seminole, there was no need to rush. You could take as much times as you wanted. Plato was standing still. Otto and Carlo were rocking the sling. Once and a while they slipped up and the cock popped out of the quivering ass.
Plato was uncut, and Hamilton's ass peeled the skin back as the cock entered, the covered the cock head with the skin as it exited. It was clear that the sphincter drove Plato crazy as it peeled the skin. Otto and Carlo tried to keep a small part of the cock head in the hole, so they wouldn't need to reinsert the organ. It was a fine line.
"I need some rest," Plato said. "This is almost too much." He pulled out and Saul took his place. There were no foreskin games with Saul. Saul liked to go deep. After a while, he asked if Juan would like to try it out. I hadn't thought out in my mind if the staff was to participate in the sexual activities. Certainly, there was no choice when a member asked him to do it. When Juan stepped up to the plate I heard Saul tell him to shoot off quickly, they needed some lube in Hamilton's ass. Juan willingly complied.
It was then Plato's turn to re-enter the well-used ass. As his thick cock entered, Juan's man cream squirted out on all sides of the organ. Plato began to shoot off, as did Hamilton. It was an unbelievable scene. When Plato pulled out, Carlo was there to lick up the drooling man juices. I had no idea Carlo was into rimming.