Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2018 13:32:33 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Carpenter's Town 3

Carpenter's Town 3
By Bob Archman

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
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I talked with Biff the next time he was in the showers. I told him that
Stevenson was unsure of his intentions. He told me he was not planning to
do anything. It depended on Stevenson.

That evening I ran into Stevenson in the showers. He apologized to me for
having sex in the shower. I told him he didn't need to apologize and that
it was acceptable behavior in the baths. We had a nice talk. He was brought
up in a strict born-again family. His interest in music, was a problem for
his family as was his joining the Episcopalian Church. His family regarded
that as a sin, since their church was the only true path to salvation.

I thought that if becoming Episcopalian was a sin, cock sucking must
unbelievably sinful. His brother was in jail and his sister was on her
fourth marriage, but the Episcopal thing was the greatest sin for his
parents. Intellectually, Stevenson recognized his parents' problem, but
that is hard to erase from your mind. His parents had recently died and I
think he felt freer to be himself.

I suggested that the old, "Do unto Others" and "Love thy neighbors"
commandments were more useful for day to day life. "That seems to be the
rule in the baths too," I said.

"You think that applies to sex?" Stevenson asked.

I smiled. "I think those rules apply double in the baths!" I said.

He came close to me. "I'm afraid to do much. I'm not sure about doing it
and I am even less sure that I am doing it right," he said.

"Well, you could talk to Biff about that. He's experienced and willing to
give lessons," I suggested.

"Biff scares me," he replied.

"Biff is big, but he's a nice guy," I said. "You have nothing to worry
about with him."

"He said he would like to fuck me. I don't think I could take his cock,"
Stevenson complained.

I smiled. "Biff wants to fuck everyone! He never shoves his cock in where
it's not wanted. If a guy says it hurts he pulls out and looses his
erection. It's a turn off for him," I explained. "I think he's the opposite
of a sadist. Talk to Biff.  He will help you out." I was betting that while
Biff scared Stevenson, he turned him on more than he scared him.

"Do you think Biff would like me to suck him off?" he asked.  I nodded. "Do
I have to take his load?"

I smiled. "You need to take it, or clean it up afterwards. You liked it
when he took yours?"

"It was wonderful. I'm not sure I could take his. It seems unsanitary,"
Stevenson said.

"At the baths everyone had just taken a shower. As you noticed guys are
pretty good about cleaning their cocks," I said.

He smiled. "I noticed your cock is really clean," he said. After a pause he
asked, "What does cum taste like?"

"Most men's cum is slightly bitter. It's not as sweet as precum. For me, it
doesn't taste good, but it's not bad," I explained. "I've enjoyed it with
men I like, or who turn me on, not so much with other men. I don't know if
that is an actual difference in taste or a difference in attitude."

"Have you tried Biff's?" he asked.

"It was good, but I like Biff. He's outgoing and cheerful. He shoots a huge
load and I would feel guilty not to like it," I said. "He shot so much I
thought he probably needed regular draining." As I talked, Stevenson leaned
over and began to suck me. As I had been talking about Biff, my cock had
stiffened in response. A little later Stevenson discovered that he liked
precum. Five minutes later he tasted my cum. In porn videos, they usually
show sperm spurting at a man's face, with a few spurts landing on the
tongue.

At the baths, the cock head was usually in the mouth and shot off out of
view. As we played there were five or six men taking showers. They had been
watching us and knew what we were doing. The orgasm was hidden from view
and felt intimate.  It was just Stevenson and me. There is a serge of
emotion just before and during an orgasm. While it was most intense for me,
I knew that taking the cum could be intense too.

When we broke apart, I noticed sperm dripping from Stevenson's cock. He had
a hands-free orgasm. I realized he wouldn't have any trouble with Biff.

A few days later, I ran into Biff.  He said he was meeting with a pal in
the cubicles and asked if I wanted to come along. He said his pal wanted to
be fucked and wanted for someone to suck him so he could have what he
called "stereo" sex.  For some reason I said yes, and we went to the other
side. His pal was Jerry, a lawyer. He was well up the corporate lawyer
food-chain. He was my age, with a hairy chest.

"Tim volunteered to help us out," Biff said, "Jerry doesn't bottom much,
but he was a warm spot for construction worker's cock."

"You shouldn't say that. Tim will think I am a freak," Jerry said

I smiled. "You may have noticed men here are open minded. I'm not sure your
interest even counts as being odd," I said.

"I was hoping that Biff would shoot off in me and I would shoot," Jerry
said. "Is that odd enough?"

"Here that is not considered an oddity. I think that is called getting
lucky!" I said, laughing. Jerry laughed, and he relaxed.

"Jerry's been fucked, but never been seeded," Biff said.

"I've had some experience with Country Club sex. Those guys were too
fastidious to trade sperm, and I wasn't that interested," Jerry said. "I
have moved beyond my sell by date, so I am out of luck."

"Am I any port in a storm?" Biff asked.

"I confess, that is what I thought at first when I came here," Jerry
said. "You turned me on. I'm generally not interested in being fucked. I
want to be fucked by you. The thought that your home brew, made in your
balls, travelling through your cock and shooting up my ass, excites me." As
he talked his cock turned rock hard. You can give a guy a line, but your
cock is sincere and truthful.

"Are you talking about love?" Biff asked. "That's not my scene."

"I'm talking about cock and sperm," Jerry replied.

"I'm not into lovey-dovey stuff, but I sure am into cock, sperm and
shooting off big time!" Biff proclaimed.

Jerry's cock was a lust thermometer. Over the next ten minutes, I could
almost trace Biff's cock's travels into Jerry's ass. He oozed sweet precum
when ever Biff hit a good spot. Biff was a big, unsophisticated man, but I
could tell that he knew what rang Jerry's chimes. When he found a good
spot, he returned to it. When I sensed Jerry was close, Biff would move his
cock to a less sensitive place. I thought both men were edging, getting
close to an orgasm.

Eventually, there was two or three seconds between Biff and Jerry's
orgasms. They were perfectly coordinated. Biff would ejaculate and then
Jerry would shoot. I knew the coordination was accidental. Careful planning
does not occur mid-orgasm, but it was exciting when it happens.

I continued to suck Jerry's drooling cock and Biff continued thrusting
until they both calmed down.

"Was that what you wanted?" Biff asked.

"Shit yes," Jerry replied.

Another group of regulars surprised me. They were committed gay couples who
liked a little variety. Monogamy is not always a guiding principle for gay
men. Harry and Johnny were typical of this group. Harry was a 55year-old in
shape, bald man, with a hairy chest.  He had the look of a retired
Marine. His partner, Johnny was thirty, an actor and a tall, thin otter. He
played the romantic or heroic lead in local productions. They were both
stud magnets, attracting other handsome men.



Johnny came from a problematic background, privileged but mostly absentee.
Harry was the loving father he never had. Harry loved the affection Johnny
gave him. While they were deeply attached, they also liked the admiration
other men showered on them and missed the attention. There was another
problem. Harry was all top, but Johnny was 70% bottom, and 30% top. He had
urges Harry would not meet. Thee arrived at an unorthodox solution for
their problem. They would admit they had wondering eyes, so they shared
their playmates.



This could be difficult at home, but was easy at the baths. The atmosphere
at the baths tended to be relaxed and sex was casual anyway. Johnny could
find someone in the gang shower and then connect with Harry. Men loved
Johnny, he was handsome, gifted and well hung. Harry's demeanor tended to
be aloof and intimidating. Johnny told me that Harry's personality warmed
up once his cock explored your ass.



Younger men went for Johnny big time. That was good, but he had a taste for
older men. Harry liked younger men, but attracted older men. Harry and
Johnny had been quite sexually active before they met. They understood each
other and would trade playmates.



Harry told me this arrangement took a while to work out. "Johnny is
demonstrative and enthusiastic during sex. He attracts men like flies. It
was hard for me to watch him go at it with another guy. He's a good actor,
but I've seen his sperm dripping from his playmate's ass.  that isn't
acting. When we traded partners, I got to fuck his pals. You've noticed
Johnny had a long thin cock. mine is fat and shorter. It does a job on a
guy's prostate. Johnny's pals went crazy. I was shocked at one thing. I
love to use Johnny's sperm as lubricant."



"I also discoverer there is a sense of brotherhood when you share
playmates," Harry added. "I can enjoy watching Johnny go at it, when I know
I will be in that playmates ass soon enough. I has no effect on my
one-on-one play with Johnny."



I never thought that I would become the informal manager of a gay bath
house. I had worked with personnel in the Navy, and much of my work at the
baths was similar. From time to time there were little spats. I was good
about defusing these situations. Some of our guests were in the closet,
others were out, and a few might be way out.  I made a rule that lifestyle
choices were strictly an individuals' choice, not subject to membership
committees or friends who knew what was right.

"Unless you can tell who is in the closet or out by sucking their cocks,
it's not a problem," I said. That little formula seemed to satisfy
everyone. Men's lives can be complicated, and a single rule for all didn't
fit.

Saturday mornings and Sunday during church were popular times for married
men. They could get away from their wives who were shopping, or at
church. A woman might like her husband, but she didn't want him to help her
shop.

There were also some very out men who liked that time too. One of these
men, Jerome, explained it to me. He was a well-known decorator. "Closeted
men are often less experienced. I like introducing men to the joys of gay
sex. I like being the first, and I help them," he said. "Once you suck a
man dry, or fuck him to the moon and back, it's an experience they will
have for the rest of their lives."

"You're a gay Mother Theresa?" I asked. Jerome noticed a touch of
skepticism in my voice.

"Guys who hold it all in can turn odd, squirrely," he explained. "Once and
a while you need to let it all hang out and let off some steam."

Jerome could have made the Virgin Mary seem macho, but he was a nice
man. There was an element of self-interest in his charitable urges. He did
a lot of work for the wives of his playmates. He could redecorate the
living room and have a good excuse to connect with the husband.

Jerome realized we had some wasted space in the game room. We added a
partition and made it into an oversized cubical, 12 by 15 feet with its own
hot tub and shower. Jerome designed a wrap-around bench that could be
either a seat or a bed. Some called it the orgy room, but Jerome called it
his boudoir.

The room was popular, and Jerome usually rented it on Saturdays. Most sex
at the baths was public anyway, but the boudoir was somewhat more private
and by invitation only. Jerome's equipment was a little bigger than
average, but I was big enough to be invited. He was one of Wilton's good
friends, and Wilton visited quite regularly.

I tended to drop in most Saturdays.  This week, Jerome had invited Mitch,
an engineer, Sean, a teacher; Rex, a cop, and Sandy, who didn't want anyone
to know what he did to his boudoir. Jerome was always welcoming but not
overly so. He wanted the men to get involved at their own pace. Jerome was
also a firm believer in teaching by example. He usually had well
experienced man join in to get the ball rolling. This Saturday he had asked
Carlo to join in.

Most of the men were shy and uneasy about being naked. The men in porn
videos and in advertisements are usually gym rats or beach bunnies. Real
men don't look like that, but many feel their bodies are
inadequate. Carlo's body had all the grace of a brick, a hair covered
brick. Jerome could have been a male model when he was younger. He was
smooth, toned and tanned.

Jerome and Carlo would connect and fondle each other and then begin to
suck. It only took a few minutes for them to progress from the polite sex
to crazed, out-of-control frenzy. I was sitting between Mitch, a bald
otter, and Sandy, a short, blond Viking type. I think they found Jerome and
Carlo's display educational and inspirational, if their erect cocks were
any indication.

I was hard too, and that annoyed me. I like to play my cards close to my
chest, but a hard cock made my interest obvious. Sandy leaned over and
licked my cock. He approached it gingerly, as if it might bite. It did
twitch a little when his tongue made contact. Sandy gave me a worried
glance. I smiled, and he returned to my cock. I patted his head as my other
hand fondled Mitch's cock. He moaned. I felt a blob of precum on his slit
and used a finger to spread over his large cock head. He ejaculated a
single spurt of sperm. I shifted to lick it up.

I let him cool off a little, but I returned to buffing his knob with my
tongue. I think Mitch wanted to play it cool, but his cock turned into a
precum soda fountain.  I think my cock had begun to leak and Sandy was
clearly appreciative.

"Are you going to shoot off?" Sandy whispered. "I've never taken a load
before."

"Just keep on doing what you are doing. No one will know you have taken the
load if my cock head is in your mouth," I said. I had a feeling he wanted
to take it, but he didn't want anyone to know he had taken it. Jerome and
Carlo were verbal as they fucked. All eyes were on them.

I went down on Mitch, swallowing his entire cock. When I pulled back, he
began to shoot. That set me off, and Sandy took it all. He had to swallow
twice. When we broke apart Sandy had a satisfied look on his face. He had
taken a gully washer and hadn't choked. Mitch sat back and looked as if he
was falling asleep.

I got on the floor and sucked Sandy. It took only seconds for him to shoot
off. His load was thick and sweet.

Carlo had left, and Jerome was sitting alone. "Guys, I've rented this room
for the morning. If you've shot off already, please stay and recharge. I
know some of you are new to the scene, but a second orgasm takes longer
which means you cock will have a lot more play time," he said. "Carlo has
dumped his load in my ass, but don't worry. There is room for more of your
special sauce. One friend of mine told me Carlo shoots the best lube in the
city. I have no idea how he found that out, but you can try it."

Sean and Rex had been watching, not participating. Sean was tall, thin and
balding. Somehow, he gave the impression he didn't have a functioning
muscle in his body. Rex was an average height muscleman, with shaved head
and body. He obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. Sean went over to
Jerome began lubricating his cock. Rex came over to Sandy, Mitch and me.

"I'd like to try some of this stuff, but it's hard to get started," Rex
said.

"Why don't you just sit there, and I will try to get you started," Mitch
said. He got on is knees and sucked Rex. Rex immediately responded to
Mitch's tongue.

"What should I do?" Rex asked.

"You just need to relax and let nature take its course," I said. "Sometimes
you overthink things. When I was in the Navy, an old hand told me that when
it comes to sex, you need to relax and let your cock and balls do the
thinking for you."

"Did you take his advice?" Rex asked.

"Hell no! I thought he was crazy as a loon. I understand what he was saying
now. Sex isn't an intellectual exercise, it is a basic part of life." I
said, "I thought there was life and then there was sex. You can't do one
without the other. Sex needs a partner to reach its full potential. Maybe
the partner might be a wife, but it works with a buddy too."

"We aren't exactly buddies," Rex said.

"We aren't buddies yet," I said. "Friends and buddies are nice;
friends-with-benefits and fuck-buddies are usually better."

Rex glanced at his cock.  "It's small," he whispered.

"Don't worry. It's not too small," I said as I leaned over to suck it. Rex
was a typical man who focuses on what he sees as his weak points,
disregarding his strong points. He was an impressive muscle man, the sort
of man you see in physique magazines. His cock was hard and his balls
churning out precum as soon as my lips touched his knob. I guessed he would
shoot off quickly, but I didn't get to find out.  Jerome had taken Sean
cock and been seeded. He came over to us; tapped me on the shoulder and
asked if he could cut in.

Sandy joined Jerome took over my sucking duties and double-teamed Rex. I
joined Sean and Mitch. "I want to enjoy this place, but it seems too good
to be true. It's like a dream that lasts only until you wake."

"That may be true, but I can get off in a few minutes," Sean said.

"I guess you are right about that. When I first discovered masturbation, I
was could pull it out and get off in less than a minute. I found a pal and
if we found an out of the way place, it would take two or three minutes
max," Mitch said. "That was before we knew there were gays. Gays were
really bad, and guys talked about beating them up."

"I'm a teacher, and this place is great because there are no kids, no
minors. After teaching for ten years, sex with a minor is the last thing I
want, I want a place where there are no minors within 100 feet.