The Seminole Sauna 2 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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I think of myself as a sophisticated man of the world. I have not led a shy and retiring life and I have a good sense of what people are like. I also have good Gaydar. I can normally spot a gay man. He doesn't need to be dressed in drag, have a lisp, or wear leather for me to get the picture.
I still get surprised at some of the men who patronize the Seminole. In some ways saying a man is gay is like saying he is white. That is meaningless. A red-haired Scot is white, but so are Armenians, Arabs and Italians. There is a wide range of physical types and appearances all included in the white race.
As far as I can tell, most gay men aren't effeminate. Most gay men aren't particularly creative or ultra butch. I know some happily married gay men. I know some men who fall madly in love with anyone who has a cock. Others are attracted to only one man. The world is a complex and complicated place. The saddest situation is when you find a gay man who is afraid of sex. They had all the desires and needs, but they had no way to fulfill those desires.
I think they are similar to girls from good and proper families in the Victorian period. They wanted to marry and have a family, but they were taught to abhor sex and sexual relations. Having been taught that sex was degrading and dirty, they found it impossible to have a complete life.
Usually, Monday was a quiet day at the Sauna. It was a good day for our staff to do some in depth cleaning and repairs. It normally attracted a quiet group of regulars who were retired or worked the night shift. The might shift people were mostly medical men, interns and nurses, and a fireman or cop or two. These people all liked it quiet and restful.
The night shift men were either keyed up, or very tired. An orgasm or two was a good way to relax quickly. The retired men were willing to help. They liked providing oral assistance, but usually someone was in a sling.
Members who had needy friends also favored this lazy time of the day. Many members had timid or shy friends. If you came on a Monday, they could get accustomed to the nudity. Getting naked in a group of men was usually a big step for the timid. They would also have a chance to see sexual activity.
As a rule, it is hard for a male to watch sex without being inspired. I am not too partial to voyeurs, although we have some members who like to be watched. An audience seems to inspire them. I prefer active men who participate.
Roberto and Jacob liked to guide friends into having a richer sex life. Jacob was sexually repressed and bloomed sexually only after his mother died. He knew the signs of a needy man. Roberto lived in the macho world of Cuban men. Roberto had the knack for combining intense machismo with cock sucking.
Roberto looked like the Marlborough Man. Jacob was Walter Mitty type. He wasn't bad looking; he was an average average person. He had a hairy chest, light blond hair and was pale. He sunburned badly and avoided the sun. He had a standard issue cock, unless he was in a quivering ass. He needed that stimulation to become fully erect.
We had been open for two weeks when he bought in a friend, Wendell Carton. Wendell was a computer whiz. At fifty years old, he lived with his sickly mother. From Jacob's comments, I could tell he wasn't that sure Wendell's mother was sickly. She liked to control Wendell. Wendell was very wealthy. He had been in on the ground floor of several ventures and had sold them at stunning profits. That didn't change his quality of life. His mom was an anchor.
Wendell was over six feet tall and pudgy. He wasn't obese, but the weight was mostly fat, not muscle. Jacob was his only sexual connection. Fortunately, Wendell lived in a penthouse apartment on the beach three blocks from the Seminole. He was extremely nervous when Jacob brought him to the Sauna. He was not a beach bunny.
The members of the Sauna are open minded about the male body. They are tolerant and non-demanding. A cynic might say that was because of the membership's obsession with a single part of the male anatomy. I am more charitable.
Jacob struck up a conversation with a Daryl, a nurse and Hal, a cop. Hal never told us he was a cop, but I knew. When they found out Wendell was a computer guy, the conversation flowed easily. At some point during the conversation, Wendell forgot he was stark naked in a room of naked men. He was okay with it.
Jacob went off with Daryl. Daryl was working on giving Jacob a complete genital fluid change in the corner. Wendell and Hal watched.
"Damn, that looks good, doesn't it?" Hal asked under his breath, "I've been working all night. I'd love some release." By then, Wendell was well over half-hard. He wouldn't have been a good poker player.
"I wouldn't mind helping you out," Wendell said. Hal smiled and stroked his cock. Wendell was at his cock in a second or two. I think Wendell would have been perfectly happy giving Hal a blowjob. Hal provided full service. It turned into a sixty-nine session. Hal took Wendell's load. They kissed. I later found out Wendell tasted his own cum for the first time. The encounter was a success.
Wendell joined the Sauna and he became a regular visitor on Mondays. Hal came in when he could, but wasn't regular. Cops aren't in control of their schedules. Daryl was often there with Henry, a big EMT. Daryl was small but accommodating. For a small man he was into size, and loved it in the ass.
Henry was about Wendell's size but more muscle than fat. His crew nicknamed him the bulldozer at work. He was just as graceless and shy as Wendell was. They hit it off. Wendell was sitting back in a chair as Henry sucked him. I walked by and saw Wendell's organ at full extent. It was solid and thick seven inches.
"Wendell, you have a beauty there," I said.
"I guess it's okay when I'm hard," he said. He was blushing.
I smiled. "You may not have noticed, but it's always acceptable to be hard and showing here," I said. "As a matter of fact, erections are encouraged." I was wearing a robe. Men can be uncomfortable when they are naked and another man isn't, so I took the robe off.
"I like them!" Daryl said. he was sitting in the next chair. "It took me a little while to get use to being naked, but I sure like it now. This place is a dream come true for me. Not only is being naked acceptable, being hard is okay too. There's no need to hide anything here. You can be natural."
"I wanted the place to be low stress," I said. "I remember long nights at bars hoping you would get lucky. At the Seminole, you get lucky every time you visit."
"Well I can testify that we aren't in Kansas anymore!" Daryl added. "I just finished the night shift and I would love a good ass reaming before I go home to sleep. Can anyone help me?"
"I'll make the sacrifice!" Henry said in a voice that suggested immanent martyrdom. He didn't ask for an answer. Daryl got on his knees and Henry popped his cock into the waiting ass effortlessly. Daryl must have lubricated his ass earlier. He moaned as the cock slid deep. "Would you like to try him out after I'm done?" Henry asked of Wendell.
"I couldn't do anything like that," Wendell said. From his tone of voice, I could tell he was willing to be convinced.
"I hope I'm not talking out of school, but Daryl likes it in the ass and he likes them big," I said.
"It seems very personal," Wendell muttered.
"Wendell, you should have noticed that most of the men who join the Seminole like very much the same things," I said. "They won't think worse of you because of your sexual interests. Most of us share them. Most men who come here are use to the outside world, where anything that has to do with sex is dirty or secret. At the Seminole, it isn't sinful or dirty and there is no reason to hide your sexual interests. Just think of it as a different country with different rules."
"Come over and give Daryl a poke. He will love it," Henry said. As the manager, I usually had lubricant in my pocket. I pulled it out and coated Wendell's cock. He was rock hard and oozing. Hal pulled out and Wendell got in position. He pushed and Daryl opened up for him. Wendell closed his eyes as his cock filled Daryl's rectum. Wendell almost purred.
Daryl had a different reaction. Wendell was new to the sexual scene and everything was new to him. Daryl didn't exactly have calluses on his ass, but it was experienced. As I watched Daryl's face, he glowed. I think Wendell's beefy organ it the bull's eye. He was exploring places untouched by a cock before. Daryl was more than happy. He was in a sexual trance.
I think it felt good, but I think Wendell was excited that he could sexually please a man. Daryl was attractive and fairly young. Wendell liked that. Henry asked if he could take another poke at Daryl. Wendell pulled out. Henry and Wendell traded off a few more times. Henry and Daryl gave Wendell some helpful hints on how to make it better. It could have been three old friends playing cards except for the orgasms. Wendell liked being one of the guys. The Seminole was a quiet place and we had few boisterous members. Henry bellowed as he ejaculated in Daryl's ass. That was perfectly acceptable.
Roberto brought very different men to the sauna. Roberto was handsome and he attracted handsome men, often athletes, and some media types. Roberto owned a television station. You might think that a handsome jock would have it made, but insecurity can affect everyone. Many people see themselves very differently from the way others see them. Some concentrate on what they think of as their defects, rather than on their assets.
Roberto brought Fabio Delgado and Julio Savatra to the Seminole. Fabio was a recently retired professional baseball player with a gorgeous body, impressive cock and great personality. He had a broken nose and was convinced that was a deal breaker. I wanted to tell him that many gay men never look at the face, but I thought that might have been too frank. I barely noticed his nose; his cock was a prizewinner.
Julio was a city councilman and was terrified of being found out. He also had a bad leg; it was slightly shorter than the other was. He was unusually well hung, but he was very accommodating when he was into it. This would have helped to make him popular with the Sauna's members. Unfortunately, Julio thought sexual activities were degrading. While he was excited when watching men fuck and suck, he saw his own participation as being perverse and degenerate as soon as it was over. He loved and needed sex, but was ashamed every time he did it.
Roberto discovered and acted on his gay interest later in life. He understood Julio's problems and could sympathize with Fabio. Roberto was intelligent, handsome and sexually generous. He got along with everyone. He made friends easily. When he brought Juan to the Sauna the first time, they sat with Larry, Curley and Moe. The men were actually named Lawrence, Ed and Maury, but they were friends and had a superficial resemblance to the Three Stooges.
Larry was a retired psychologist, Curly an Episcopal priest and Moe was a Rabbi. They tended to combine intellectual conversations with intense sexual interludes. Larry and Curly were laid back and low key. Moe thought he was low key, but only in comparison to other hyperactive New York Jews. Once you got beyond the activity, Maury was intelligent and sensitive. Julio was a serious man and he fit in well.
The trio had another characteristic. They were affectionate and accepting. They were interested in their playmates more than their own needs. Randolph said they didn't fuck, the eased their cock into your ass and massaged you to an orgasm. It seemed as if their sole goal was to drive you gently to an orgasm. Roberto told me that when Curly bottomed it was all about your cock. He had a wonderful almost prehensile ass.
Roberto introduced Julio to the trio and eventually went off to see another friend. They soon discovered his problem. When I walked by Curly was explaining that sex was part of a normal life and essential for a happy life. Julio was a victim of Catholic Education of the worst sort. That normally wasn't a problem given a teenager's need to rebel. Julio had no tendencies to rebel at all. He was a good boy, and when the priest told him to say the Rosary whenever he felt an "unclean" desire, Julio believed it.
Curly asked if his priest was Father Jesus Paolo. Indeed it was. Father Jesus didn't have unclean thoughts; he had illegal ones. He eventually fled the country for some Central American backwater where he maintained a harem of underage boys and girls to meet his sexual needs.
Somehow, an hour later, Curly was sucking Julio as Julio sucked Moe and Larry. Julio left immediately afterwards in a great hurry. He looked frightened. Much to my surprise, he returned the next Monday. I found out later that Curly had visited him and taken his confession. Curly told him sex was a gift to be savored and to be grateful that one could both give and take.
Larry also ran into him and they had a long conversation. Julio was good about guilt. There was Catholic "sex is evil" guilt and then he felt guilty about not enjoying sex as much as Larry did. Larry explained it was all but impossible for a man to turn on a dime. While it was good and healthy to enjoy sex, too much too fast was a problem too. He wanted Julio to take his time
I suspect Larry's view of what was a gradual approach wasn't Julio's. Luckily, sex is its own reward. Larry found out that Julio was worried that he wasn't doing it right. The next time Julio came to the sauna, they told him to lie back and do nothing; they would do it all. The only requirement was that he stay still and tell them when something felt good. He stayed for an hour or so. The trio was moderately experienced and Julio knew a lot more about sex and himself when he left.
The three stooges knew much more about him.
Julio returned the next Monday and he had a similar experience, with one exception. Moe showed Julio there was a sex organ in his ass. Julio hadn't known about the pleasure potential in the prostate. Not only did he discover the little gland, it was Moe's penis that found it. Julio took it and he loved it.
Larry, Curly and Moe were honest men and direct. That was helpful for a man like Julio. His sexual knowledge was a rich combination of myth, old wives tales and paranoia. He believed you would go insane if the masturbated too much and lusty thoughts were the way to hell.
The trio was truthful. They also had different preferences and tastes. Julio learned he wasn't required to feel or like the same things they did. Curly love sucking a man to completion and then milking the post-orgasmic cock until the balls were drained. He also liked to bottom and appreciated the lubrication provided by a sperm filed ass. Moe pulled away before the orgasm; he like to watch his partner's cock spurt and squirt. Larry was a top and he loved giving the ass a sperm bath.
Julio overcame his fear of sex and his fear of not doing it right.
Fabio suffered from a sense that he wasn't good enough. He had a magnificent body and was handsome in a rugged way. He had a demanding father and coaches who were hard, but not fair. Fabio could never be good enough. Roberto took him under his wing and brought him to the Seminole.
I have mentioned the Sauna's patrons were open-minded and accepting about men's bodies. That doesn't mean they were unresponsive to a genuine Greek god in their midst. When Fabio went into the Sauna itself, no one was actually trampled trying to get in with him, although it was close. I know that some in the city referred to the Seminole as the Old Codgers' Sauna and Rest Home, but that was good for Juan. He needed a good father figure and we had an ample supply of those.
Hamilton Wythe brought a surprising friend to try out the Seminole. Gino "Grizzly" Garrett was a local celebrity. He had been a wrestler featured in novelty bouts. He was big, hairy, sloppy and hung. He wore baggy tights in the ring that left nothing to the imagination. He was strong, but not light on his feat. After wrestling, Grizzly then went on to porn.
As a porn star, he had several assets. He was energetic and enthusiastic, didn't posses a shy bone in his body and he had nearly total control of his orgasms. He could ejaculate at will. In the porn vids, he played the plumber or the garbage man. He was now nearing sixty and his body was even beefier. He had retired from porn. He made special appearances at used car dealerships and at local bars. He had a following.
Oddly, Gino was Hamilton's friend from private school. Gino's mother was a maid who married the man she worked for. Gino was her child from her first marriage. His dad died shortly after his birth. Much to everyone's surprise the marriage was a success. Her new husband, Frederic Garrett, adopted her son. Gino never fit in, but he always followed his own drummer and he got along well with his new father. Hamilton said Frederic was oddly tolerant. He didn't even seem to mind Gino's porn career.
Gino had one problem. He had the sex drive of a grizzly during the breeding season. Unlike the bear, he was in heat 365 days a year. He had reached the dirty old man age and that was a problem. He was a bit aggressive and that was an even bigger problem.
As far as I knew, Gino was straight. Hamilton was still a friend, and he suggested that Gino make a trip to the other side. He sensibly noted that it would double the pool of potential sexual playmates. Gino was skeptical. Eventually Gino decided to give it a spin.
Hamilton brought Gino to the Sauna on a Thursday, a busy night. I was there and saw that Gino was uneasy. He did cause a stir. Gino was a big man and his cock was in scale with his body. An hour later, I saw Gino again. He was clearly enjoying himself. He was with Hamilton and Carlo the cook. Gino had deeply lodges his cock in Carlo's ass.
I had sampled Carlo's ass a few times myself. Gino, the master top encountered Carlo, the best bottom in the Sauna. Gino knew a master when he met one. Gino wasn't gay, but he loved sex. At the Seminole Gino found all the sex he could want. Outside the sauna, Gino was a dirty old man or a predator. Inside the sauna, he was a nice guy and fun to be with.
Everyone knew Gino was big. None of us guessed at his stamina. His cock was so impressive that you missed his balls. They were big and productive. Four or five orgasms a night were typical for him. Since many of our members were older, a good top was always welcome. There were always a few cum suckers in the group, and Gino was nice for them too. Gino was generous.
Gino changed the atmosphere at the Seminole when he was there. He was cheerful, energetic and horny. I don't think he was gay; he loved sex. He was the ultimate no strings attached lover. He wasn't a loving man, but he was a friendly man. He wasn't into meaningful interpersonal relationships.