Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 00:49:01 EDT
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Mob's  Bath  Boy  1

This is a fictional story that took place during the early twenties when
there was prohabition and a lot of mob killing going on in the major cities.
There is no trueth to any of the situations or characters.  The story
involves sex between men that could have happened and probably did.  Hope the
story line is one that keeps you looking back for more chapters.  Any comment
or situation that you would like to see written in the story will be
excepted.  Again send all comments to chartoe@aol.com


			    Mob's  Bath  Boy  1

	The year was 1921 and my father had been dead for almost half a
year.  He had been killed by some cop during a raid on some alcohol my
father was delivering along with some vegetables to the local market.  We
found out later that my father didn't even know the alcohol was even on the
truck, but in the big cities during those times there was a lot going on
that people didn't know about.
	My mother had been really broken up with my father's death.  She
really didn't know how she was going to survive on what little money she
earned from doing sewing for the other women in the building.  She was
widowed with three children and no real means of income.  There had been a
little money that the company my father worked for had given my mother but
it was only enough to last for a month or two.
	One day there was a loud knock on the door and when I answered it
there were three men with nice suits standing there.  One of the large men
entered the room and asked if this is where Mr. Brown's family lived.  When
my mother confirmed that it was the other two men entered and closed the
door behind them.
	I could tell my mother was very uneasy with the three men and told
me to take the children into the bedroom.  I looked back at the three men
and was amazed by the size of two of them.  They had to be well over six
feet and very muscular.  The third man who obviously was the leader turned
to my mother and started talking about how sad he felt about my father's
death.  I moved the other children in the bedroom and then leaned against
the door to listen in.
	I heard the man tell my mother that she didn't have to worry about
rent on the apartment that he was kin to the owner and had set it up so we
could live there for as long as we wanted.  I then heard the man tell my
mother to take something he was handing to her.  The next thing I heard was
the door being shut as the men left.
	When I entered the room my mother was sitting on the sofa just
looking inside an envelope that the man had left with her.  The envelope
was full of money and I could tell my mother was trying to decide if she
should keep the money or turn in over to the police.  She finally just put
it in the family bible and went into the kitchen to start dinner.
	She never mentioned the money and during that time of my life I
didn't dare ask about it.  Our life went on almost as it had before with
the exception of my father not being around.  My mother was able to get a
job in a factory doing almost the same thing she had been doing at home.
At first there were days when I had to watch my brother and sister.  I was
getting very bored and since school was out I found very little to keep me
busy.
	At the time I was between thirteen and fourteen years old and
because of my mothers great cooking I was carrying about forty pounds of
weight that I didn't need.  I was not a very active boy at the time, which
also contributed to my being overweight.  I had dark olive skin with
jet-black hair, deep brown eyes and a rounded face because of my weight
condition.
	One afternoon I was walking down the sidewalk when a black car
pulled up beside me and asked me if I was Mr. Brown's boy.  I informed him
that I was and it was then that I recognized him as the man who had visited
my mother.  He asked how my family was getting along since my father's
death.  We chatted for a few minutes and he gave me a card and told me to
meet him there at 3:00 o'clock the next day.  He said he might have a job
for me if it was all right with my mother.  The man then said his good byes
and drove off.
	I told my mother of the meeting and showed her the card.  Her first
reaction was to say no but then she said she would call her cousin and ask
him about the job offer.  After dinner I watched the kids while my mother
went next door to phone her cousin.  When she returned she looked at me and
told me that the job would be at a gentleman's club and that I would
probably be cleaning up locker rooms and handing out towels to the older
men in the neighborhood.  She then let me know that the men were connected
to the Old Italian families in the city.  She told me to think real hard
about it before I made a decision.
	She said she didn't want an answer from me until the next morning
but I knew that I wanted the job.  It was a way of earning my own money and
of getting out of the apartment.  I figured I might be able to see some of
the action going on around town without having to wait for the next day's
paper.  There had already been several shootouts with the police on our
block and I had not been able to see any of them.
	The next morning I told my mother that I wanted to at least see
what the job was about.  She said that she would not tell me that I
couldn't take the job, but I had better use good judgment about taking it.
I sat around the apartment, looking out the window as often as possible
waiting for the time to pass.  At 12:00 o'clock our neighbor came over and
said that I could leave that she was to watch the other kids.
	I ran out of the apartment and down the many flights of stairs to
the street.  The address was about ten blocks away but it was not going to
take me very long to get there.  I did a lot of window shopping while on
the way to the address.  When I got there I still had about thirty minutes
before I was expected.  I sat outside watching the many different new cars
that pulled up to the building.  Every time at least one man got out of the
car and you could tell by the way the men were dressed that they had money.
	I also noticed that most of the men had several other men in the
cars with them.  I started hearing a lot of Italian names and nicknames
like Junior, Fats, Iceman, Tommy, and a few I wasn't sure what they were.
The older men would tell the driver to return in an hour or two and to not
be late.  The cars would pull away and another one would pull up.
	I was sitting in front of the building when the man that had
offered me the job pulled up in front of the building.  He got out and told
the driver he would call when he needed to be picked up.  He turned around
and noticed me as he broke out in a wide smile.  I couldn't help but smile
back.  He walked up and wrapped his arm around me as we started up the
steps to the main doors.
	When we entered the main lobby a young man came up to the two of us
and took the man's coat from him.  He led me down a hallway into what was a
large dressing room.  Most of the men in the room I had seen as they had
arrived earlier.  The men were in different stages of dressing or
undressing.  A couple of them were completely nude and I think I blushed
when I noticed them.  The man with me just giggled when I blushed and
hugged me close to him.  He told me to follow him as we went into a small
room that had a couple of lockers and a massage table.  There were a few
chairs in front of the lockers and I could smell the oil and ointment from
the bottles beside the table.
	The man took off his jacket and sat down in one of the chairs.  He
told me to untie his shoes for him as he removed his undershirt.  He then
stood up and unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor.  He
stepped out of his pants and told me to pick them up and place them neatly
on the table.  He removed his socks and placed them on his shoes, which he
placed in one of the lockers.  When he turned around he told me that my job
if I decided to take it was to keep the room they were in clean and to be
sure and do everything he told me to do without asking any questions.  He
told me that if I had any questions that I could ask him later and only in
this room.  Anything I heard in this room or building was to be kept in
this building.
	He looked me right in the eyes and asked me if I thought I was man
enough to take the job. I took a deep breath and told him that I thought I
could handle the job.  He looked at me and then told me that I might see
some things in the bathhouse that I was not use to seeing or even have
thought about.
	He had me stand up and remove my clothes as he reached into the
other locker and removed loose looking white swimsuit.  I had removed all
of my clothes except my underwear when he told me to come stand in front of
him as he sat down in one of the chairs.  When I had done what he wanted he
reached out and removed my underwear.  I immediately turned red.  I had
never been naked in front of anyone since I was about six years old.
	He reached out and cupped my cock and balls in his hand as he began
bouncing my balls up and down.  My cock started to get hard which really
made me turn red.
	"Relax boy."  He said.  "I am just going to relieve some tension
from you so you want get excited when we go to the bath."
	He started pulling the foreskin back on my cock as it started
getting harder and harder.  My cock had grown to about five inches and was
now so hard that it was hurting.  The man grinned up at me as he moved his
head down and sucked my cock into his mouth.  I gasped as I felt the warm
wetness of his mouth.  He started slowly bobbing his head up and down as
his tongue rolled all around the shaft.  Within seconds I could feel my cum
starting to run up my shaft.  I figured the man could feel it also and
would pull his mouth off of my cock but he didn't.  He swallowed all the
cum I could give him and then licked my cock clean before he let it fall
back against my balls.
	I stood there is sort of shock as I had never even had anyone touch
my cock much less give me a blowjob.  He noticed I was still a little
unsettled as he slapped my ass and told me to help him out of his
underwear.  As he placed his hand on my shoulder to steady himself he
slipped a leg out of his shorts and then the other.  When he stepped out I
reached down to gather up his shorts and got my first real look at his cock
and balls.
	His cock was as big soft as mine was when it was hard.  His balls
were twice the size of mine and they hung low down in his scrotum.  When I
stood up I couldn't see his cock because of his large stomach.  He was a
man who had not missed many meals and there had always been enough for
seconds or thirds.  There was more hair than I had ever seen on a man
before, but then my experience was limited to start with.  I noticed that
there was as much hair on his ass and back as there was on his chest.
	He noticed me looking at him and he told me I could touch any part
of his body I wanted to as long as we were alone in the dressing room.  I
reached out and ran my hand across his chest to see just how all the hair
felt.  I was somewhat surprised as the hair was soft and not course as I
thought it would be.  He stood there for a few minutes and then said I
should hurry up so he could show me the rest of the bathhouse.  I swiftly
moved my hand down just above his cock and was about to grab his cock when
he stopped me and told me to save that for later.
	He rapped a towel around his waist and then another around his neck
as he had me put on the white swim suit.  As I put it on I noticed it
covered most of my upper body and had some short legs to it.  I noticed
that the front of the suit was made with a little bit larger than necessary
pouch in the front.  The man noticed me looking at it and told me it was
made that way so it could hold an erect cock.
	We left the room and headed down another hallway, as I could smell
the damp smell of pool water.  As we entered one of the rooms I was looking
at a swimming pool that was apparently heated.  Steam was rising from the
water as several men moved about the pool.  The man informed me that some
days he used the pool but usually spent his time in the steam room.  We
walked to the other side of the pool and into the hot steamy air of the
steam room.  The room was about twelve feet by twelve feet with three rows
of seats built like stair steps.
	There were about eight or nine men in the room but it was not easy
to see their faces because of the steam.  Someone poured some water on the
hot rocks and the steam became thicker and hotter.  The man had me move on
the top seat as he sat down in front of me.  As we sat there in the steam
room he had me massage his back and shoulders.
	I was massaging his thick shoulders and back as I watched the other
men in the room.  Most of them acted as if they didn't even know if anyone
was even in the room with them.  Once one of the men got up from his seat
and poured some more water on the rocks.  When he got up his towel fell to
the floor and everyone could see his semi-erect cock as it bounced in front
of him.  When he bent over his ass was facing us and I felt the man I was
with take a deep breath when we both noticed the pink little asshole of the
man.
	The man went back to his seat and sat down without retrieving his
towel.  One of the older men moved beside him and with some explanation of
sharing his towel spread it over the man's cock.  I could tell as well as
the rest of the men in the room that the older man was playing with the
other man's cock.  After a few minutes the older man moved over and sat
down on the man's cock.  We could tell it had gone up his asshole by the
expression on the older man's face.  The younger man started pumping his
hips up and down as the older man started breathing harder with each
thrust.
	I had stopped massaging the man in front of me as I watched the
show across the room.  I felt the man's hand as he patted my hand to let me
know that he still wanted me to massage him.  I managed to start my hands
again and was happy the swimsuit had the extra room in the front.  I could
not believe what I was seeing but then again my sexual experience was very
limited. The man in front of me pushed himself back against my legs until I
spread them.  He was able to place the back of his head right against my
cock and I knew he could feel how hard it was.
	He pointed down at his own cock and pulled the towel away so I
could see just how large his cock had gotten.  It was probably eight inches
long but in the steam room it appeared to be as large as a horse cock,
which I had seen in the circus once.  He placed the towel back over his
cock and pushed it down where he could hold it down with his legs.
	The older man started breathing harder and faster and all at once
moaned out as we all noticed his cock shooting cum onto the floor.  My cock
jumped and the man pressed his head against me.  This caused me to gain
control of myself but just long enough to watch the younger man as he
pushed the older man to his knees and started pounding his cock in as fast
and quick as possible.  The younger man lasted only a few seconds as we
noticed his body tense up, we knew he was filling the old man's asshole
full of cum.
	The sight was too much as I felt my own cock shooting cum into my
swimsuit.  The man in front of me started sliding his head up and down as
he rubbed against my cock.  He continued this until my cock stopped
erupting and started to go soft again.  The man turned around and said we
should go try the pool now.
	He stood up in front of me and sort of shielded me from the other
men's view.  We made it to the pool area and slowly slipped into the very
warm water.  I had my suit on but the man I was with slipped in naked. He
swam a couple of laps while I looked around.  When he had finished he sat
on the steps just beneath the water and had me sit beside him.  He then
asked me if I was interested in the job and noticed I was watching some of
the naked men walking along the other side of the pool.  He giggled at me
and said that the job was mine and that in time we would get around to some
more sexual playing.
	He told me that I had to remember that anything I heard or saw in
this building stayed in this building.  I told him I understood and would
not tell anyone.  He then grabbed my face in one of his huge fat hands and
looked right in my eyes and said no one also means your mother.  His
grabbing my face scared me and for a second I didn't know who this man was.
I nodded that I understood and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
	We left the pool and went back to the little room.  As soon as we
entered the room he dropped his towels and moved over to the massage table.
He said he was sure that I didn't know how to give a massage but if I did
just as he told me I would be as good as the experts.  I grabbed the
bottles of oil that he told me to get and applied some to his back I then
slowly rubbed the oil in and around his back.  His hair was thick but
didn't matt as I spread the oil around.
	He instructed me through the whole routine from the neck and
finally down to his ass.  I bypassed his ass and went down to his feet and
rubbed them with the oil.  He then had me slowly work my way back up his
legs and again to his ass.  This time I had nowhere else to go so I started
rubbing his ass cheeks.  First the right side and then the left.  While I
was massaging his cheeks he spread his legs and had me run my hands down in
the crack of his ass.
	I was nervous but after a few seconds started enjoying feeling the
different levels of heat as my hands slid down between his ass cheeks.
There was a lot of hair in his crack and I was having fun playing with it
as I rubbed up and down.  I heard the man moan when my fingers came into
contact with his asshole.  For some reason I swirled my finger around his
asshole, as it became slippery.  He started moving his ass around and it
was clear to me that he liked the attention of my hands.
	After about five minutes he rolled over and said it was time to do
the topside.  I moved up to his chest and poured some oil on the man's
chest.  He closed his eyes as he told me he liked for his tits to be played
with.  I spread the oil over his breast and noticed that his nipples got
erect when I passed my fingers over them.  I cupped his breast with my
hands and pulled up on them as the man moved his hand up and started
pinching his nipples.  I got the idea as I started pinching the man's
nipples.  He started moaning and I knew I was doing what he wanted.
	After a few minutes of this I started moving my hands down across
his stomach and was rubbing it as fast as I could.  I slid a finger inside
the man's navel and rubbed around inside.  When I looked down I noticed
that the man's cock was hard and there was some liquid leaking out of the
foreskin that was still covering the head of his cock.
	Without knowing why I reached down and started pulling the foreskin
back as the man moaned again.  I had never seen that much foreskin on a
cock before and thought at first that maybe the man's cock was not through
growing.  After a few pumps I knew that it was not getting any bigger.  I
pulled the foreskin all the way forward and then poured a little oil into
it.  I was able to push some of my fingers inside and twirl them around the
head of his cock.
	The man had reached down and was playing with my cock through the
swimsuit.  Since I had started doing what felt good to me my cock had
gotten hard and wanted some attention.  The man had me back off and remove
the suit and then move back to the table with him.  As I started playing
with his cock he rubbed his hand over his stomach and got his fingers well
coated with the oil.  He placed his oiled fingers just below my balls and
slowly moved them up toward my asshole.  I spread my legs so he could get
at me easier.
	He slid his finger up and down from my asshole to my balls as he
slowly massaged my asshole.  He finally pushed his finger inside, which
caused me to tense up from the pain.  The man told me to just relax as he
held his finger in place.  I started playing with his cock again as he
slowly pushed and pulled his finger in and out of my asshole.  There was
still some pain but it was starting to feel real good and I could feel the
pleasure building up in my groin.
	Without warning my cock started shooting cum on the side of the man
as he pushed his finger even deeper in my asshole.  I relaxed for a few
seconds and he pulled his finger out and told me to finish him off.  I
grabbed his cock with both hands and started pumping up and down as fast as
I could.  He started thrusting his hips up off of the table and I knew it
was about time for him to cum.
	He grunted one loud time and I felt his hot cum as it passed my
hands inside his cock.  It shot a couple of feet into the air and landed on
the man's thighs.  I continued to pump because I knew he was not through.
The man shot about three more times in the air and then it just seemed to
barely come out of his cock as it coated my hand.  When his cock started
going soft he told me to suck the head of his cock in my mouth.
	I did what he said without even thinking of what I was doing.  His
cock made one last throb as I tasted the cum that squirted out onto my
tongue.  He told me to swallow it.  I was a little surprised by the taste,
it was not near as salty or nasty tasting as I thought it should be.  I was
then a little disappointed that his cock was not going to shoot any more.
As I pulled my head off of his cock I reached down and licked all the cum
off of my hand.
	He giggled a little and rubbed my head as he said he thought I
might like the taste of his cum.  He then grabbed the towels and said that
we both needed a good shower.  We walked out of the room and into the
showers.  We both lathered ourselves up as much as possible and then
proceeded to lather each other's backsides up.  The shower felt so good
that I didn't even notice the men that were watching us.  When I looked up
there were about six men across from us watching the two of us clean
ourselves.  What caught my eyes was the fact that all the men were sporting
erect dicks, and a couple of them were jerking off.
	I started to say something but the man with me nudged me and told
me to be quiet.  I finished washing myself off and noticed that all the men
managed to cum while watching me.  I felt my cock start to stir as I
realized the men had been turned on by the appearance of my naked body.
The man with me noticed my reaction and spun me around underneath the
shower and then turned the cold water on.  I gasped as the water did its
job on my cock and the man told me it was time to get dressed.
	We dried each other off and dressed with very little being said.
When we were dressed we started back to the front of the building and
waited just inside the door after the man made a phone call.  The man then
told me that he would give me a lift to the block next to the one where I
lived.  He said that it was not good for people to see me with him very
much.  He then told me that I could call him Uncle Joe.  He said that I
didn't need to know his real name in case anybody ever asked.
	We waited about five minutes and his car pulled up in front of the
building.  A man got out of the passenger side and looked up and down the
street, he then nodded at Uncle Joe and we started down the steps toward
the car.  We pulled away as he told the driver where to go.  He reached in
his pocket and handed me a twenty-dollar bill and told me to try and save
some of it for a later date.
	We turned the corner onto my street when the man in the front
yelled out for us to look out.  Uncle Joe pushed me in the floorboard as I
heard some gun shots ring out.  I heard a few bullets as they slammed into
the side of the car and then one or two went through the windows.  The man
in the front seat started firing back and all at once the shooting stopped.
	We drove on for a couple more blocks when the driver pulled over.
The men both asked if Uncle Joe although they called him boss, was all
right.  He informed them that he had not been hit.  He then pulled me up
from the floorboard and asked if I was ok.  I did a quick check but was
only shaking from the excitement.  He grinned at me and told me that was
one reason why I should not be seen around town with him.
	He told me to get out and walk the rest of the way home and if I
wanted to keep my job I wouldn't tell my mother about the shooting.  The
car pulled away as I stood there looking at the car as it turned the corner
and drove out of sight.  I walked back to the apartment with all kinds of
things going through my mind.  The sex, the shooting, and of course the
twenty bucks in my pocket.  In the 1920s twenty bucks was a very lot of
money especially for a boy my age.