Seminole Sauna 4 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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If Buster was unexpected member of the Sauna, Bobbie and Jonnie were even more so. They were a couple of gay men who ran a successful modeling agency, J & B Modeling. They provided models for the thriving fashion and design scene in Miami. Their models made top dollar, were never late and never moody. Models can easily slip into prostitution, alcoholism and drug use but that never happened with J & B's models. They had first considered calling their company the B & J Agency, but that name would have caused misunderstandings.
Bobbie and Johnnie were gay, but generally, it was assumed they were a lesbian couple. They were very convincing transvestites. They were friends with Hamilton. That was unexpected, since transvestites weren't his thing. Hamilton was on several boards and Bobbie and Johnnie were generous donors and sponsors of cultural events. They were active art collectors and public-spirited.
They heard of the Seminole and were interested in joining. That put me in an odd position. Some members were interested in cross-dressing; others weren't. I didn't know if they were cross-dressers or trans-sexuals. Since the Seminole was mostly nude, cross-dressing wasn't a real possibility.
Hamilton told me they had been strictly monogamous for years, but had recently had a desire to spread their wings. Bobbie had a medical problem and couldn't get fully erect. Since he had been the top, Johnnie had unmet needs. Bobbie felt he was shortchanging Johnnie. Hamilton told them sex at the Seminal was open and not behind closed doors. He also told them it was strictly, no-strings-attached sex.
Bobbie and Johnnie had houseboys and employees who dreamed of joining their partnership, but they didn't want that. They just wanted sex. A third partner was complication for their relationship in ways a casual relationship did not. The Seminole Sauna was perfect for them. I wasn't too sure about it, but Hamilton was insistent. I met with the two men and they were pleasant and not as over-blown feminine as is common in transvestites. I explained the situation. Maintaining the illusion of being a woman is important to most transvestites. This wasn't possible since their genitals were intact and nudity was expected. They said they were all right with that and went off to see the doctor.
I was unsure of what to do. I am open-minded, but transvestites are not my thing. I didn't know how the membership would accept them. Bobbie and Johnnie ran into Butch and Gino at the Doctor's office. Gino liked men and women. He liked the way they looked. He didn't mind the cocks, since he liked to fuck women in the ass too. Butch turned on Johnnie. Johnnie liked a woman who looked and acted like a man. Gino liked a man who looked like a woman.
It was a good situation for them all. Bobbie and Johnnie joined the club. It helped that both men were well equipped. Bobbie didn't get that erect, but he liked to suck and take it in the ass. Oddly, their arrival at the Seminole had a beneficial impact on Buster's life. Buster was all man except for the genital aspect. They were all woman with the exception of the penises. When Johnnie fucked Buster, he must have flipped a switch in Buster's mind, or at least in his man cunt.
Buster was embarrassed that was all man but had a vagina and a clit. He tried to hide it when he remembered, but he never crossed his legs and his cunt lips were parted and more often than not dripping. Gino plowed and seeded Butch and then he liked to eat his own cum from the vagina. He called it caviar on the half shell. That was good for Buster.
When Johnnie fucked him, Buster was a man with a woman. Granted, there was a confusion anatomically speaking, but it was good for both men. Bobbie liked watching and when he licked up Johnnie's cum, he discovered he liked Buster's clitoris. With Gino and Johnnie's attention, Buster's female parts began to function as pleasure giving organs. A few days later Buster had Gino in his ass while Larry and Johnnie took turns fucking or eating out his vagina. Buster was in heaven. Buster could feel complete sexual pleasure. He was also at peace with his anatomy.
The members liked Buster. He came to enjoy having men play with his woman parts. Several men had trouble getting fully erect. That made it hard to get in a tight ass. While Buster's ass was tight, his cunt was wide open and juicy. A semi-hard cock could easily penetrate it. Many actually had orgasms.
The men accepted Buster as a man. He had been afraid if anyone knew they would avoid him. His sex life improved when he got his woman parts working right. He was also a dream come true for all top partners. You would think gay tops would pick bottom partners, that that isn't always the case. With Buster, they could both top. Granted you had a hairy bear wedged between the tops, but most men made do.
I didn't want the Seminole to become a carnival sideshow of sexual oddities, but after a few weeks, Buster, Bobbie and Johnnie were just members of the club.
Roberto came to see me. He had several friends who wanted to join the Seminole. "They are good men but they are different," he said. "They are wrestlers, professional wrestlers. Do you know of Mad Man Max and Bone Crusher Malloy?"
"They are crazy, aren't they?" I said. I had heard of them and they seemed positively deranged. They were famous for breaking up bars and street brawls.
"That is their stage persona," Roberto said. "They have become too well known and they need somewhere to go where they can relax. Let me be truthful. They need to relax and get their rocks off. This place is quiet and very private. They need a place where they can be out of character."
A few days later Roberto came by with Mad Man, Bone Crusher and a third wrestler, a black man known as Big Boy Jones. They were all big, muscular men, but they weren't in character. It was Thursday morning and the Sauna wasn't busy. In a busier period, they might have caused stir, but they weren't in costume.
Most of our members were full service; they both sucked and fucked. Some had more limited repertoires. Doc had a rubber band marking system. Men who didn't like to be fucked had a red rubber band; men who didn't like cum had a blue band. Of course there were many gay marking systems, the best known being the handkerchief colors. That system seemed a bit silly to me. A green handkerchief with purple stripes meant you like to fuck left-handed, bald men of Irish ancestry. It was complicated. Our system was simple.
I noticed that our wrestlers wore no bands when they entered the Sauna. I soon discovered I had misjudged them. They indeed came to the Seminole to get out of their wrestling personas. They wanted to rest, and be natural. Mad Man was huge, muscular and tattooed. He was well equipped, but his primary interests were sucking cock and draining balls of their man seed.
Big Boy liked it in the ass. He was happiest when he was in a sling and his ass was wide open. We all soon knew that the inside of his ass was pink.
The Sauna had three slings. We called one the Welcome Wagon. It was near the entrance from the dressing room. It was for men who couldn't get enough cock in their ass. This was Big Boy's favorite locations. While not everyone took advantage of the opportunity, many did. For those who were very needy, they had a chance to release some steam as they came in the door and then calm down. It made the rest of their visit to the Seminole more relaxed. They could take their time searching for additional excitement.
Some men had no interest in the man in the sling; others were inspired by seeing a man with his legs wide open and his hole obviously used. A few would drop to their knees and lick up the remains of other men's orgasms. The men of the Seminole were sexually generous and driven, but I was surprised at the men who liked the Welcome wagon. Big Boy was the most unexpected.
Big Boy was a redneck from some god-forsaken hollow in North Carolina. He was smooth, with a café-au-lait complexion and talked like Little Abner or Jethro in the Beverly Hillbillies. He had a bad back and the sling was comfortable for him. He wanted to relax and let other men do the work. He liked hands free orgasms, so he just lay in the sling and waited for someone to hit the right spot and fuck him to a climax.
Big Boy played the dumb and gullible country boy in the ring. He would pretend to be tricked by the "city slickers" and get in deep trouble. Eventually, he would realize his own strengths and win the match in a surprise ending. The outcome of the bout was always the same, but the crowds loved it. At the end he would tell his defeated opponent he would, "Get you good, later!" the crowd would roar in appreciation. A portion of the crowd assumed that meant Big Boy would fuck to looser to heaven and back. No one would have guessed Big Boy would be in a sling the next day.
Larry, Moe and Curly liked Big Boy. As far as I know, none of them fucked him, but they watched over him and got him to talk. In parts of the redneck world, talking is a sign of weakness. Big Boy had almost no education, but he knew enough to keep his mouth shut. He didn't want anyone to find out he was functionally illiterate. Larry had ways of getting men to talk. The trio was interested in him and not judgmental. Big Boy realized they wouldn't make fun of him.
He had lived in Bad Luck Hollow in the mountains of Georgia. All the residents of the hollow were related. A quarter of the family was white; a quarter was black and the remainder was a combination of the two. He told Larry that he was 14 before he realized the word cousin wasn't the same as man or woman. There were some strange looking members of his family, and a portion of the clan was what Big Boy called "dumb as shit." At first, Larry assumed that was referring to a lack of common sense. It was actually closer to be a literal statement of intelligence.
The brighter members of the family realized they had a problem and they tended to send the girls away to live with relatives. The population of the Hollow was skewed towards men. Most of these liked to mess around. When Big Boy left the Hollow, he knew messing around wasn't a generally accepted form of entertainment outside the Hollow and he had a gap in his life. Now he had found the Seminole. Apparently, it brought back memories of sleeping in an attic with seven or eight cousins fucking each other to sleep.
A second sling was on the second floor in a corner partially shielded by plants. The members called it the Back Porch. It was for less frenzied, longer sessions. Buster, Bobbie and Johnnie liked this area.
The third sling was in the dormitory on the second floor. It was the preserve of Otto and Lou, the doormen, and Randolph, the janitor. This was for their private use, but it was called the Laboratory. Otto and Randolph liked intense anal sex. I discovered this when I found Otto's hand deep in a member's ass. We made a deal. He could experiment as long as Dr. Don, Glen or Ed were there. Men can get overly excited and it was good to have someone watching over things. Glen liked the third floor.
When men first visited the sauna, it seemed like a nonstop orgy. That changed as men became accustomed to the place. The sex continued, but the frantic pace vanished. For most people sex becomes intermittent and rare as you get older. For over-sexed men, such as much of our membership, there was the high stress meeting the continual need to find new partners and playmates. That wasn't a problem at the Seminole. Here you are always going to be lucky. Someone was both willing and in the mood.
Usually, Big Boy or someone like Big Boy was at the sling. Some men entered the Sauna and pounded him to an orgasm, but eventually most men eased their cocks into the willing ass and massaged the bottom's rectum. With Big Boy and most of the other bottoms, there was a question as to whether you were massaging his ass, or his ass was caressing your cock.
Once you were use to the Seminole, it was relaxed and casual. Me were chatting and talking as the fondled, sucked and fucked. While sexual tension can contribute to the intensity of the sensations, deep relaxation can be good too.
Mad Man was the scariest looking of the wrestlers. He was into tattoos and piercings. That included a thick Prince Albert. Glenn asked him to take the piercings out when he entered the Sauna. He was worried the heat could cause a problem. His cock was uncut and average except for his oversized cock head, big balls and wide slit. The Prince Albert made the slit even wider. Mad Man's foreskin was thick too and he referred to his cock as the pig in a blanket. He also had a slow fuse, and it took a while to get him hard.
In the ring he was an over the top blowhard. At the Seminole he like be sucked while talking quietly with the members. He could carry on a perfectly normal conversation while being sucked. He was attentive and appreciative to the sucker as he chatted with another man. Usually, Mad Man and his cock were relaxed you had time to explore his skin and the cock before he was fully erect. You also had a chance to work your tongue into his slit.
As I said, he had a long fuse. When he finally popped, he exploded. I was having a fine old time with him, when in an instant; he filled my mouth with his steamy man cream. He just shivered and witched once and my tongue was swimming in his sperm. I swallowed. There was a pause, and then he filled my mouth a second time. After that, his ejaculations were more normal. It was completely unexpected and sudden. I was shocked, but my cock liked it. I ejaculated too. When I got up from the kneeling position, Mad Man leaned over and licked the semen dripping from my cock. I squirted a few more times in his mouth.
"Nice," he said as he resumed talking with his the other men. A half hour later Larry was sucking on his cock. Mad Man looked happy and contented.
Bone Crusher was louder and more aggressive than Mad Man or Big Boy. He was a massive man with a long thin cock. He liked to fuck. His aggression stopped when he was fucking. He liked to sit back and have a man skewer himself on the wrestler's impressive cock. Bone Crusher provide the tool, the bottom did all of the work.
There were many willing partners. Some squirmed, some bounced, and a few were able to do a belly dance. Bone Crusher wasn't hard to get off, but it did take some work. Bone Crusher bellowed when he climaxed and he held his bottom tight. He held on to his partner until his cock popped out. Bone Crusher liked an audience and Maury liked to watch. He noticed that as soon as Bone Crusher's cock popped out, man seed drooled from the bottom's ass.
Maury was typically restrained and reserved. His interest in drooling holes was an exception. He went crazy when he saw a juicy hole. If it was drooling, he went to the moon. Randolph liked Maury for doing this. He made the janitor's life easier.
Technically Randolph, Otto and Lou were employees, but they felt some ownership in the Seminole. They kept an eye on things and made sure there were no problematic situations. We had a few drunks and some overly enthusiastic members who acted in appropriately. Once and a while, there would be an argument. Both Otto and Randolph were impressive physical specimens. When they asked you to calm down, most obeyed.
They also helped when a hole wasn't big enough to take a cock. Some bottoms want to please and some tops think that with a little more lube, his cock can wedge into any hole. It was rare when this happened, but when you had an overly enthusiastic top he might forget about the bottom. We have had one strict rule; no is no. Some people have difficulty hearing.
Otto and Lou were into more extreme sex, and the men who couldn't hear, often found themselves on the third floor, testing their limits. Greg shared some of this interest and as a nurse, he made sure things didn't get out of hand.
Gino had an interest too. He was associated with the Miami Toy Consortium, known as MTC. The MTC was a group of small-time operators who developed sex toys. These toys ranged from dildos and butt plugs to fuck machines. Gino asked if he could bring them to the Sauna for testing.
I'm not too sure I want use my members for testing," I said. Gino laughed.
"Don't worry about that," he said. "All my nerdy inventors have thoroughly tested their toys, mostly on themselves. They are safe and effective. The testing we need is to see if they are saleable. My inventors are into it big time. I'm afraid their enthusiasm may get them to overestimate their appeal."
"I'm still not sure. Have you tried them?" I asked.
"We have a little testing committee," Gino explained. "Our mad scientists have to demonstrate it using their own cock and ass in front of us before we take and second look. If it looks good and they shoot off, we try it. We are having a little testing session later this afternoon. Would you like to come?" I said that would be fine. I asked if Glen could come too. Glen had a good knowledge of male anatomy.
At four Gino picked us up and took us to a small commercial building in Miami. It was unimpressive from the outside and equally unimpressive in. There was a back room. It was a tiled room that looked like an oversized shower. There were curtained off areas to the rear. Five men were chatting. One came forward to greet us, a man called Ozzie. The men were the board members. Gino introduced us. Apparently, there were men working on their inventions behind the curtains.
"Max, are you ready?" Ozzie called out. A scrawny man wearing a robe came out from the curtain. He had a "u" shaped double-headed dildo.
"I have something I call the Double Whammy. It's fully adjustable and flexible enough for both gay and straight use. The connecting piece is adjustable too," he explained. "The nice thing about it is that you can make out with your playmate as you both get fucked." He showed how the dildos pivoted. "There is a thick spot to work out your prostate. It is a battery-powered vibrator too. My friend, Dudley will help demonstrate it for you. A second man emerged from behind the curtain. Dudley was borderline fat and about 25 years old.
The two men stripped and Dudley skewered himself on one of the dildos as Max did the other one. Max pressed the one button. The device worked too well. Dudley shot off. It was a messy and impressive show. Glen went over and helped Dudley get off the device.
"I guess we will have to try this another time," Mac said, obviously disappointed.
"I wouldn't mind giving it a try," Glen said. "Does anyone have a problem with that?" No one did so Glen stripped. Glen was much better looking than Dudley, and Max sort of glowed. Max was scrawny and mousey looking. He cock looked average until he saw Glen naked. They adjusted the base of the device so they were closer. Dudley had a gut, which Glen lacked.
"Do you want me to wipe off Duds' cream?" Max asked. The stuff covered him.
"I think it's a nice look!" Glen said. They got on the machine and it worked its magic. The made out hot and heavy as the dildos vibrated in their asses. It was a success. Ozzie and Gino stripped as they watched. The board members were into it too.
After that, a man named Normal had a new, inflatable butt plug. It consisted of a thin, dildo like thing wrapped in a rubber balloon. He had a pump that would inflate the balloon with warm water once it was in your ass. "It's comfortable and you can wear it for hours. He demonstrated. It seemed simple enough. He had sampled for the board members. Ozzie volunteered.
"There is one fun variation," Norman said. "I can fit it out with a quick lease hose and nozzle." He stripped and showed us the nozzle. He was very hard. The plug was filled. He came over to Gino. "Open your mouth please?" Gino did and Normal squirted it into his mouth.
"Beer!" Gino exclaimed. The men burst into laughter.