Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2015 11:32:39 -0500
From: Rod888man <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bathhouse Boy

			      BATHHOUSE BOY I

 I worked part time at the local gay bathhouse, part of a chain of them,
while going thru college. Did just about every chore imaginable and had
some fun at the same time. The "graveyard shift" was good because it was
slow and I could get some studying in. Along the way I earned a black belt
in karate. I made some suggestions to the manager as to how we could
improve the place. Like having burgers, fruit and salad brought in on
Sunday evening, Sunday being a sparsely attended time. That brought in
considerably more business. Mondays were also sparsely attended so I
suggested making the admission half price, and that made Monday's one of
the busier days. Stuff like that, with more attendance made more interest
on other days too. The place got a reputation for being a hot place to
visit and we even started to get out of town guests. When I graduated they
made me assistant manager. More suggestions like upgrading the exercise
equipment and retiling the shower next to the pool and in eight months I
was the manager. It paid well and I must admit socializing with all those
cocks in various stages of erection was pretty nice too.

 I liked to work in nothing but a towel, like the guests. That made me
inconspicuous and I could keep an eye on what was going on without
attracting attention. I filled in for workers that were absent for duty and
helped out much like I did when I was a college boy. When my duties were
slow I hung out a sign on the sign in window that read, "Massages. Ask for
Dan" and that brought in more business too. Massages usually had a "happy
ending" meaning the massagee got jerked off.

 Assholes do happen and one evening a jerk started beating up on a
customer, wouldn't stop when told to, and attacked me. Three karate moves
and he was flat on his back with a useless right arm. Didn't think I would
use my training that way, but it paid off more than a few times.

 You needed to be eighteen or older to gain admission and this massage
customer, Jim, looked more like sixteen. Clean cut, lean, and very shy. I
do the massages wearing rubber gloves to avoid picking up, or worse
spreading, herpes. When doing his back I spent a little time lightly
rubbing his butt hole. "Eek, that tickles!", he said. So I pressed a little
firmer and finger fucked him. He liked that better. As we chatted he
admitted his only gay sex to date had been a mutual jackoff with a neighbor
boy in junior high school. So this, his first visit to the bath house was
to do something more but he had been too shy to approach anyone. When he
rolled over for me to massage his front side he was sporting a very pretty,
large, long boner. I don't know why a virgin hard cock lights my fire but
it always does and my dick immediately filled. I kept massaging and
complimented him on the beauty of his tool.  He smiled and said, "I can
tell you like it from your towel sticking out. Could I see it?" I pitched
my towel and he said, "You're bigger than me." I told him he was larger
than average and he should be happy with it. I kept massaging, now near his
cock and it began to seep precum.

 I couldn't stand it any more and asked if I could suck it. He nodded yes,
and I bent over and licked the precum from his very engorged glans. It was
delicious and I told him so. I slipped my finger back in his pooper and
lightly rubbed his prostate.  I began a slow and deliberate oral bath on
his tool. I knew his first blowjob would be a quicky and I wanted it to
last as long as possible. For both of us. Every so often I'd taste a little
more precum and that was even more reason to prolong his ejaculation. He
was truly rock hard, lying immobile with his eyes closed. He didn't make a
sound when he came, but I felt his prostate swell and got out of the way
just as he began to spurt. His dick jumped with two little squirts, then
continued to oscillate with little gushes of cum flowing, and flowing. He
unloaded a substantial quantity of jizz before his tool became quiet.

 He was staring at his dick and said. "Wow, that was sumpthin!" Then he
looked over to my cock and said, "Would you like me to jack you off?" I
thanked him, hoped we'd get together another time and went back to the
office. Not that I didn't enjoy a good hand job but the day was young and I
was horny/hoping for something better.

 Intuition sometimes works and it did that day.  A couple hours later I was
prowling the upstairs hallway and there was a very tall guy standing with
his back to me watching a porn flick playing on a monitor mounted high in
the corner of the hallway. I walked past him, looked back and he had an
amazingly long cock in his hand. I backed up, stood next to him, and
said,"That may be a record long organ in your hand. How long is it?"

 "Why do you want to know?", he said.

 "Because I'm getting the feeling I'd like to feel it up my butt", I said.

 He smiled and said, "We may be able to strike a deal because I love the
taste of an uncut cock and that thing staring up at me looks very
appetizing."

   I took him to an empty room and we hung up our towels. Two condoms and
two little packets of lube are available in every room so I rubbered and
lubed him. I knelt on the bed and he got behind me for a doggy style
fuck. His foot long hotdog pressed against my rosebud and I asked him to go
in slowly because I'd never been bred with anything as long as his thing
and I didn't want it punching a hole in my liver. All the way in and it
felt great so he started the old in and out. Jeez, what a sensation!
Fulfilling was the word for it. I told him I was hooked on watching a cock
squirt and he agreed to pull out before he came so we could watch. He
lasted quite a while and my pucker was getting a little tender so I
tightened my asshole and in less than a minute he pulled out and stripped
off the condom. I fondled his balls, stroked his very hard dick and the
muscles on his belly began to twitch. "Uh huh, yes, yes, OOH GOD YESSSS!",
he yelled and I turned his cock away so I didn't get drenched. Good thing,
because he was a real squirter. He was a big guy and I expected an
appropriate load but I didn't expect him to squirt three feet! He hit the
wall about eight times and I made a mental note to wash it later.

           He had obviously sucked a few cocks because he was good at
it. He peeled back my foreskin and licked the drop of precum oozing from
the tip of my glans. He must have liked it because with his thumb
underneath the root and his forefinger on top of my bone hard organ he
stripped it toward my cockhead and harvested a few more precious
drops. Then his finger entered my greasy pooper and it began a slow massage
of my prostate. "Ahh, you found my "P spot" and it feels good. Don't stop."
He was using his tongue a lot and gently sucking my cockhead. I was sort of
sorry he had fucked me without giving my tool a chance to cool down before
before he began to suck it because I was climbing that preorgasmic hill too
quickly. I asked him to slow down and he began to just tickle the tip of my
now overly sensitive boner. "Not long now", I said. "Oh so close....so
clo...o, o, O, Ohh, YEAHHHH,!" He must have felt my prostate harden because
he moved his head to the side before I exploded. About half a dozen spurts
flew out of my jumping Johnson splattering on my face and neck then chest
and finally a last little squirt on my belly. "Sheesh, I feel about a half
gallon lighter! Thanks for a lovely day. Please come back and visit us
often." He told me he was just in town on a business trip and asked for my
email address so he could let me know when he was going to come back.

          Three days later about five in the afternoon when I was about to
hang it up for the day my beeper went off. Message was the mayor was on his
way to my office. He always came in with a phony I D but what the hell, his
picture was either in the paper or on T V at least once a week so everybody
recognized him. That's why my office, he wasn't about to wander around the
halls with his dick hanging out. We always protected him because he
protected us. Every time some do gooder tried to close us down he found
some way to abort the attack. I shook his hand and asked if he wanted the
usual.

         "Yes," he said, "I need an enema in the worst way. My political
opponents are always saying I'm full of shit and for the last couple of
days they have been right." I filled the enema bag with warm water and he
sat on the toilet. As I let the water flow up his ass he started to get
hard. "That's enough." But I knew the routine and kept it flowing as he
began to squirm. "Oh stop, please stop!" His face was twisted in agony but
his cock was now full and the enema bag was empty. I pulled the nozzle out
and he exploded poopy water into the toilet. "Whew, what a relief! That was
almost like an orgasm. But it leaves my insides sort of itchy." We'd been
through this scenario before so I suggested it might feel better if I
rubbed his rectum a little. Of course he agreed, so I rubbered and lubed up
and fucked him hard. I enjoyed it and there are a lot of other politicians
I'd like to fuck too.

      "I could feel your organ throbbing in there and it was quite a
kick. But look at my poor penis. It's all swollen and leaking." That was my
invitation to suck the poor thing dry so he got on his back and I proceeded
to do so. Even though his cock was small and crooked, as many thought its
support system was, his precum was plentiful and delicious. "OK, I'm going
to have my orgasm soon.", he said. But he was into pain so I played with
his smallish 'nads and just licked his shaft. "Oh, come on, I need to
cum....I'm right there..." So I licked slower. "You stinker, let me cum,
I've got to cum, oh please...." So I took pity on him and began to lick the
underside of his little glans. About twenty seconds later his hips lifted
my head up, he groaned like he'd been hurt and my mouth filled with his
seed. "Oh, gorgeous, just gorgeous, you are a wonderful love machine." And
he was gone but I knew he'd be back in a few weeks.

			      TO BE CONTINUED