Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 16:55:02 -0400 From: Peyton Fuller Subject: Long Night at the Baths LONG NIGHT AT THE BATHS The time was the late 1950's and I was a 23-year-old Southern boy who had just graduated from college. To my amazement, I had gotten a great offer from a multi-national company in New York. They offered me more money to start that I thought I was worth and I accepted the offer in a second. So, off I went to the "big city" . I stayed at the mid-town YMCA until I could find an apartment that I could afford and was lucky enough to find a great apartment on the Upper East Side that I thought I could afford if I really economized on everything else. It had few rooms - living room, bedroom, small kitchen and a nice bath. The living room and bed room were bigger than I thought they would be and the apartments had a great balcony off the living room with a fabulous view of Central Park, mid-town and down-town. My parents owned a furniture store back home and as soon as I found the apartment my dad loaded up a nice bed room suite (king-sized bed) and some really nice living room furniture into a rental van and drove up to the city. Before I knew it, I had a great, nicely furnished apartment and was ready to take the city by storm! Every since high school I had known I was gay, but will have to admit that I was hardly what you would call "experienced". I had had sex with several guys in college but it usually consisted of our 69ing each other. I occasional fucked another guy and even more rarely allowed myself to be fucked. At most I think I had been fucked three times before I came to the City. Soon after I got settled in the apartment I found a small neighborhood bar that was mostly gay and spent many evenings there having a couple of beers and getting to know the locals gays. Several guys asked me to spend the night with them but I was too busy getting settled both in my job and the new apartment to accept. It was at that bar that I first heard of the gay baths! Well, it sounded like a great experience (remember this was pre-HIV) and the next Friday night I had a quick dinner and took the subway downtown to what I was told was the most active bath in town. I got there about 9pm; not realizing that most of the action didn't start until 10 or 11. The bath had a nice bar, however, and I decided to have a few beers while I waited to see whom I might fancy. I hadn't been in the bar long before a somewhat older guy joined me (he was probably about 32 or so - good looking and with a nice build). He urged me to have one drink after another and I pretty quickly I was far past my limit and beginning to feel pretty light headed. I told him I needed to go to my room and lie down for awhile. He asked where my room was and I told him it was on the third floor. He said you'll never make it but come with me - I know of this nice quiet room on this floor where you can lie down. Well, inexperienced as I was I thought that was kind of him and allowed me to take me to a dark room at the back of the first floor (it only had a dim blue light). I only realized later that this was the "anybody who wants to can fuck me room" and if you lay down in that room your ass and cock was available to anyone who wanted them. He had me lie down on my stomach and proceeded to rub my back and ass with some oil that he had with him. It felt great and I told him so. He replied that he was going to make me feel even better and proceeded to pour oil on my ass hole and finger fuck me. I told him to stop, I wasn't interest in being fucked, but he just laughed and had me roll over on my back. I had a huge hard-on and he said that I couldn't tell him I didn't want to be fucked when my cock was erect as it was! He then put my legs up on his shoulders and pushed his cock up my ass. I again told him to stop that he was hurting me but he just laughed and told one of the other guys who had followed up into the room to straddle my chest and fuck my mouth to keep me quiet. A guy quickly did that and he proceed to ram his cock up my ass and pound it in and out until I thought I would be split open. I still had a raging erection and suddenly felt this head resting on my stomach and starting to suck my cock. So there I was, being fucked at both ends and being sucked at the same time. Uncomfortable as I was I was almost beginning to enjoy it. With a final deep thrust he shot a load up my ass, pulled out and asked the guys watching who wanted to be next. With a groan I realized that as soon as he pulled out of my ass another guy plunged his dick into my ass as hard as he could and started to pump even harder than the first guy. The guy whose cock was fucking my face began to cum at this time and much as I tried to spit it out I was forced to swallow every drop he had to offer. I don't know how long this went one but as soon as one cock pulled out my ass, another one rammed in and as soon as one guy shot his load in my mouth another one was on my chest feeding me even more cock. Each of the guys fucking my face held my hands down so I couldn't even try to resist. I think I must have passed out at this time but came to during a brief lull when no cock was up and ass or being jammed down my throat. I took that opportunity to quickly roll over on my stomach, turn my face to the wall and use both arms to pin myself in that position. At least no one could get at my cock to suck me off (I think I had cum about four times already and was just about sucked dry, nor could they get their cocks in my mouth. Unfortunately my ass was still exposed and again I was fucked by guy after guy. Again I think I pasted out and came too to find the room empty except for me and a huge black guy who was plowing my ass pretty hard. I begged him to stop and to my great surprise, he immediately pulled out and asked me didn't I want to be fucked? I told him hell, NO and I had been lured into this room when I was so drunk that I could hardly stand. He said he was sorry and that he knew he had a huge cock and never had fucked anybody who hadn't wanted it. He then admitted that this was the second time he had fucked me and forced me to eat his cum that evening. He really felt badly about it and got me into a sitting position. He told me to relax that he would take care of me (yeah, right, I thought, just like the first guy), get me cleaned up and back to my room. We must have made a strange sight as this big black guy (who still had a 10" cock flapping in front of him and was at least 6'4 and must have weighed somewhere near 240# half carrying me (I'm 5'9", 170#) down the hall to the showers and rest rooms. I no sooner got there than I told him I had to puke. He held my head over the toilet as I vomited up all the cum I had been forced to eat during that night. He said Damn, they must have forced a could of quarts of cum down you. I then begged or water and he guided me over to the water fountain where he urged me to drink a lot. I then had to puke again (he had relayed that would be the reaction and even more cum came gushing out of my mouth. Again he took me to water found where, this time, he just let me have a few slips down my parched throat. I then told him I can to ship and the said, "No wonder." There is so much cum pouring out of your ass that it has been running down your legs ever since I stood you up. He then took me sit on the toilet and told me to void myself of as much cum as I could. The minute I bore down the cum just gushed out of my ass as if it had been an enema. Again he said Damn, I think you must have been fucked my every guy in the place tonight! He then took me into the showers and washed my hair (which was sticky with cum), and proceed to wash every inch of my body. He still had a huge erection and when he got to my ass I asked him please not to fuck me again. He said that was the furthest thing from his mind. He dried me off, helped me back to my room, told me to lock the door, get some sleep, and he would stop by in the morning and make sure I got home safely. I did so and was awaken the next morning by a gentle knocking at the door and this deep voice asked if he could come in. I recognized his voice and let him in. He was already dressed and proceeded to dress me, get me down the stairs, hail a taxi and asked me where I lived. I told him and in about 10 minutes we were at my apartment. He came in, took me straight to my bedroom, undressed me, got me into a pair of pj's, got me a large glass of water, and put me to bed. He pulled the drapes shut, gave me a surprisingly gentle kiss and asked if he could stop by that evening to check on me. I told him yes, just to get rid of him, and immediately fell asleep. This story continues in Part 2 (After the baths). Hope you liked this one and will like PART 2 as well AFTER THE BATHS I never thought I'd see this guy again (turns out his name is Andy) and was a little surprised when the doorman asked if "Andy" could come up. I said yes and in a few minutes he was at my door. He came in with a big smile and asked how I was feeling. I told him I was sore as hell and could hardly stand to sit down. He said he expected that and asked if he could take care of me. I asked him what they hell he meant by that and he quickly said that he had no intention in forcing himself on me sexually but was sure that the lining of my fuck chute had been rubbed raw and needed some gentle lubricate. With some doubts I allowed him to get me back to my bed where he dropped my pj bottoms, had me lie on my back and pull my legs up so he could get to my ass easily. I said to myself that if he tried anything I would hit him on the head with the heavy lamp on the nightstand. Well, to my surprise, he got a tube of lubricant out of his pocket and proceeded to gently and slowly rub it into the raw walls of my fuck chute. It hurt. But it felt good at the same time, and I had to laugh. He asked me what the hell I thought was funny and I said that although I knew he was trying to be gentle, his index finger was about as big as most of the cocks that I had allowed to fuck me in college. He laughed too and said he knew he was big all over but that he would never force himself on me. For some reason, I believed him. In part it might have been the fact that he was one beautiful stud! He had pale chocolate colored skin that was almost totally hairless and as smooth as silk (what hair he had was more of a curly brown than kinky), and a marvelous build - muscular but not muscle-bound. (I later found out that he lifted weights to stay in shape). When he had finished using the lubricant on the walls of my ass chute, He pulled his finger out and got another small bottle out of his pocked. He explained that this was an astringent that he thought would help to tighten up my spincter muscle. He said he remember that when he first fucked me I had one of the tightest asses he had ever had but that right now my ass hole looked more like that of a 60-year-old overworked whore's than anything else! We both laughed at that and he proceeded to rub astringent gently on my ass hole. Again he surprised me by how gentle he was for a guy as big as he was! When he finished, he helped me to dress myself and we went into the kitchen to fix a couple of TV dinners. While they heated, we both had a beer and started to get better acquainted. Well, he stayed until about 11 and I again got so sleepy that I could hardly hold my head up, but we had both learned a lot about each other. He was very impressed with my new job and how nice my apartment was. He had a decent, but not very well-paying job and had to share a small apartment with two other guys. He again took me back to the bed room and it seemed as natural as anything to allow him to undress me, get me in pa's and put me to bed. There was no way he could have missed that I had a full erection and was obviously turned on by his great body. As naturally as if he was saying "goodnight", he asked if he could suck me off so that I would get a restful and relaxed night's sleep. I told him thanks but that I didn't think I could have sex with anyone just yet and didn't think it fair to let him suck me off while I did nothing to reciprocate. He said for me to forget it and proceed to give me the best blowjob I think I had ever had. When he had sucked me dry he asked if that was to my liking. I said "Hell, yes." He gently kissed me on the lips and was gone before I could say anything more. The next day was Sunday and he called me about mid-morning (he had gotten my phone number as he had left the night before) and asked if he could come over. I told him sure and within a few minutes the doorman was again asking me if "Andy" could come up. Again I said yes and again he came into the apartment with a huge grin on his face. He asked how I had slept and I said better than I had in a long while and a lot of that was due to the blowjob he had given me! I got another big grin and again he took me into my bedroom, pulled off my pj's and gave me another "lube" job as well as rubbing more astringent on my asshole. At this point it felt perfectly natural to let him do whatever he wanted with my body, so I just relaxed and enjoyed it. Over the next couple of weeks he was over at my apartment almost every other day to give me another "treatment" and spend the evening with me. We started to have dinner together pretty regularly and I took him to my neighborhood gay bar where we each had a beer or two. To my surprise, he never made a sexual advance to me even though I repeatedly got fantastic blowjobs from him. That night as he started to give me another treatment, he quickly saw that I again was fully erect. He laughed and said he would take care of that as soon as he finished with my ass. I surprised him and myself by asking him to strip so we could 69. He asked was I damn sure I really wanted to do that and that I should never feel that I had to reciprocate. I said I was sure and he quickly got his clothes off. When he dropped his shorts, his huge fully hard 10" cock sprang out and he again asked me if I was sure. I said I was damn certain and that he should be his big ass in my bed so I could get at his cock. He laughed but quickly did so. I don't think I have ever enjoyed a 69 session more. I couldn't get more than half his cock down my throat but just licking and sucking his huge cockhead put me in heaven. We came at just about the same time and sucked each other dry. His cum was about twice the volume of mine but I took it all and relished its sweetness. When we had sucked each other dry, he swung his body around, took me in his arms and told me he was falling in love with me. He asked if I thought there was any chance that we might have a long-term relationship. I told him to shut up, get under the covers and let me get to sleep with my head on his chest while he held me. He laughed but quickly did so and I fell asleep almost immediate. When I awoke the next morning, I found him gently sucking on my cock. I groaned with satisfaction and told him I loved him too but doubted that I would ever allow myself to be fucked by anyone (let along him). I wanted to know if he wanted to continue our affair on that uncertain a basis. .He turned and looked at meand said that with time he thought he could change that attitude and could really like to try. . I told him that with that understanding, he could move in with me. I told him that I was certain and that I didn't think I could ever get enough of his great body. He moved in the next day and we quickly found ourselves to be totally compatible. I don't think he was ever fully convinced that a cute Southern boy would actually want to have a love affair with a big black guy with a grossly oversized cock (remember this was at the height of the segregation crisis) but I eventually convinced him that I did and that his color meant far less to me than his inner kindness, gentleness and obvious care and affection for me. It was a long time before I invited him to fuck me and when he did it was the most tender, gentle fuck I can remember. My ass is now used to his cock and I can take him with great pleasure (much to his delight). I keep telling him I wished he would fuck me more often but he always said: " No, man - when I first fucked you your ass was as tight as a baby's (just the way I like it) and I'm NEVER going to do ANYTHING that would make it lose that tightness - I ration the number of times I allow myself to fuck you. You, on the other hand can fuck me as often and as long as hard as you want - just tell me drop my pants and bend over and my ass is yours! Besides, 69ing with you seem to give both of us a hell of a lot of pleasure- especially since we started to finger fuck each other while we sucked. " We both laughed at that, fell to the floor and proceeded to have as wild sex as we had ever had before! We've been together for five years now and I think that this is a relationship that is going to last. I sure as hell hope so! This ends the first two parts of a longer story, the third part is listed under the title "More Abut Big Andy and Me in NYC". If you liked parts 1 and 2 you may be interested in reading part 3 - if so let me know what you think! Thanks!