Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2019 21:59:03 -0400 From: Bob Subject: Bad Luck Bob 3 Bad Luck Bob 3 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, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com If you enjoy these stories. Please consider giving a donation to Nifty! Generally, male bath houses are not major parts of the war effort. The Club became an informal rest and relaxation center. Sailors and soldiers might get a week of leave to rest if they were very lucky. We could provide a lot of tension relief in an hour. A man could visit and be guaranteed that he would drain his balls in a playmates' mouth or ass. If he was more adventurous, he might get his cock or prostate massaged. Many of the men were young and this was a new to them. Our attendants and the regulars were experienced. They knew how to take a cock in the ass and how to open a virgin hole. The sex was high quality, high intensity and affectionate. We were open every day of the week 24 hours a day. We had early birds and bunches of men throughout the morning. There were men who took an early or late lunch. The afternoons were mostly older men, and the busy period was from the evening to midnight. The private rooms were usually filled, but some men left the doors ajar. After dark the pool was a continuous orgy as were the darker corners of the steam and shower rooms. You could pop in for quick relief or spend the day, accommodating several men. Once and a while someone would be a pest, but Buck and Moose had nice ways of dealing with that. We were careful about drunks we had a room available to sleep it off. Like everything else in Honolulu in 1942, much of our clientele was military. Most of the rest of our members were attracted to military types. We recognized our club was the perfect place to find blackmail material. Buck and Moose had sensitive noses that picked up the slightest hint of blackmail. I would have thought that the attendants who were paid little would be a problem. However, most of these men had sex drives that were much stronger than the thought of financial gain. Playboys with a taste for gambling and drugs were a bigger problem. Their trust funds and inheritances had been hit by the Depression, and their aversion to work didn't help. The club was usually busier weeks before a major deployment. While we noticed that, it was never mentioned. Ships leaving Pearl would not reach the possible invasion sites for weeks, so that information was not critical, but better safe than sorry. We asked our staff to keep an eye on anyone who was interested in soldiers' destinations or duties. We knew all the long-term members, but we saw enough spy movies to know there were possible agents in deep cover. Several of our members had criminal associations. Sean Sullivan and Gino Romano were former bootleggers who came to the club for sexual relief. Buck made sure they focused on sex, not criminal activities. Their associates didn't know of their sexual tastes and it was important that their sex lives remained private. Buck usually took care of these men, since he wanted to make sure they had a good time. I didn't exactly know them, but I knew of them. Sean's son was a naval flyboy, and Gino's son died on the Arizona. If Buck found anything serious, he mentioned it to Gino and the problem disappeared. My ability to take two cocks at a time was rare and Buck liked to provide special men this unique experience. Gino was one of those special friends. I wasn't too enthusiastic about that, but a job is a job. I knew that if I had any luck, I had bad luck. Gino liked me. He liked me a lot. Luckily, he was 100% a devoted family man outside the club. At the club I was his favorite fuck. A man's mind and his cock are connected in strange ways. My cock is my favorite toy. Sometimes it's a favorite dog. It's always nearby and willing to please. I like sex with men, and I like pleasing them. I have fallen in love with many men, but the love seems to last five minutes before and after an orgasm. I am a better friend and playmate than a lover. Somehow when Gino's cock entered my ass, he fell in love with me. I sat on his cock while Buck got ready to enter. Gino had a meaty six-inch tool. I was uneasy that I might have a problem taking Buck's impressive tool. I didn't. It was good, but it was even better for Gino. Buck began thrusting, essentially masturbating Gino's organ. That was the plan, but Gino's thick cock pulled Buck's trigger. Buck had an impressive and vocal orgasm. He pulled out slowly while still ejaculating and bathing Gino's cock in sperm. Gino began thrusting and had a lengthy orgasm. Buck left and I was alone with Gino. "Can I leave in you for a little while?" Gino asked. "Sure, you are nice and thick," I said. "It feels good. Just think of my ass as our cock's home away from home." "You like it?" he asked. "It feels good," I said. He went semi-soft, but I squeezed my sphincter and he moaned. Ten minutes later he had a second orgasm. He pulled out and sucked my cock. He was a good cock sucker and took my load. He fucked me again and had a third orgasm. He was exhausted and we broke apart. He dressed and left. After he left, Buck came into the room. "How was it?" he asked. "He's the little engine that could. He shot off three times." "I've been with him five times, he's never shot off before," Buck said. "Keep him happy. He's a good man to have as a friend." Gino was heavy set, hairy like an ape, and had a face that made Churchill look like a matinee idol. His businesses were legitimate now, but he had "pals." His wife hadn't taken her son's death well and she went to mass twice a day praying for her son's soul and for the safety of other mothers' sons. His cock was larger than I liked, but I realized it seemed to be a good fit. I felt a twinge when his knob penetrated my sphincter, but my prostate loved it. Gino wasn't a man rammer. He was more like a masseur. Somehow, he had the feeling I was delicate and breakable. He came back a few days later and asked if we could have a solo session. He told me he wants to see if Buck was necessary to recreate the sexual high, he felt fucking me. I didn't much want to be part of his experiments, but I had to do want he wanted. I have since realized that sex is better when you start with low expectations. Gino's cock was better than I remembered, but even better for Gino. He relaxed and let his lust take charge. He was vigorous and again shot off three times in an hour. Gino eventually told me that he hadn't had an orgasm since his son died, until he encountered me. He felt as if he could live again. He told me he had never eaten cum from a spurting cock before. He liked feeding sperm to his playmate, but he wasn't sure he would like another man's cum. I told him he didn't need to do that. I understood. "Oh no! Yours is fine. I wasn't sure about the taste, but it tasted good when I dreamed about it later." Buck rarely joined us again, but I got to like Gino. I suspected that he was a different man after his son's death. His wife died two months later. She wanted to be with her son and she just faded away. Gino became a regular at the baths he was helpful and was fatherly to the young sailors and soldiers. He never had sex with them, but he would listen to their worries and help when he could. Basil Roads purported to be an English aristocrat who was sent to Hawaii to get him away from England. He was the black sheep of the family. A good portion of the older men at the Club were black sheep, but something seemed false about Basil. As part of my acting career, English accents were required. It seemed to me that his accent and my theatrical accent were damn close. He liked to play daddy to young looking men, but some guys said he was a date or companion for older women. If the light was low, he could pass for being forty. Captain Billy came over to me one evening and mentioned Basil had been interested in a young soldier's destination. The soldier told him he had no idea where he was headed. Basil observed that there must have been some scuttlebutt about it. Basil them said he knew a lot of the Pacific islands and he knew the best place to get screwed in each. He said Polynesian women were easy. The soldier laughed and changed the subject. Billy thought the conversation was odd; I thought it was more than odd. Basil had told people that he came directly from London to Hawaii with a brief stop in San Francisco. I knew that at the Club his sex had been exclusively male, and almost exclusively taking cocks in the ass. I also knew that Billy's comments were not casual. He was reporting a problem. It was difficult to directly report this to the police. The Club was all but unknown to the police, and it was important we keep it that way. I mentioned it to Buck and Gino when we had a group session. Buck said he would do a little checking up on Basil. Gino said that he could take care of Basil. When he said the words, "take care," he had an impressive orgasm that triggered Buck's balls to unload. I felt both men squirting at the same time. I had never had simultaneous orgasms in my ass before. I suspected that taking care of Basil would not be a chore but might be a pleasure for both men. I also mentioned that Basil seemed to be attentive to young men to several of our attendants. I mentioned something to Chan, our Chinese attendant who gave me a knowing look. We had several young Japanese and Chinese attendants, but they had enlisted. Translators were in much demand. The other two attendants were Taro, who looked young, but was over thirty. He was all but blind and was a masseur as was Wu, who was totally blind. I asked them if they had heard anything. Wu's family was from Nanking, and he had heard nothing from them since the Japanese attack. Masseurs tended to work with older men, and they would listen for gossip. Gino had lots of connections. Bootlegging encouraged foreign associations. This included English distilleries. He sent a cable to his Canadian friends who forwarded cable to Scotland. The cable was innocuous asking about Basil as a potential distributer. A few day later a clerk for the British consulate in Hawaii visited Gino and said no Basil Roads existed. That was not entirely a surprise. Billy connected with Basil's young soldier, Hank. After a little conversation Bill, Hank and I got together. Hank was handsome, muscular and over sexed. Basil had talked too much and Hank wanted sex, not chat. Basil had talked to him several times about his future movements. Hank was a country boy and he didn't seem to notice that was suspicious. Everyone back home knew he was going to Hawaii. Billy was good about finding out a soldier's inner most desires. Hank's needs were all sexual. He had found a buddy there, a Marine Sargent named Roger. They were shipping off in different directions and he wanted to do something special. Billy asked if he had ever shared an ass with Roger. Hank said he had done a guy after Roger did him. He said that was good. Billy mentioned he knew a guy who liked to take two cocks at the same time. Hank perked up. "The guy must have a big ass." he remarked. "I don't think so. The guys did say it was a nice and snug fit. Being cock to cock was good. He could feel his pal squirting and began squirting too. It was hot." Billy said. "Do you think Roger would like that?" Billy was enthusiastic and told me that he and Roger were getting together the next afternoon. Of course, Billy made the arrangement without my knowledge. When he told me; I was annoyed. I didn't like being taken for granted. Billy tended to understand people better than they understood themselves. For a scheming man, Billy was blessed with an ability to sound sincere in his apologies. He imagined two young men going off to war sharing my ass as a final token of their love. I am a man of the singing and dancing urban variety. Hank and Roger were of the rural, just messing around a little and letting off steam variety. As far as I could tell, both groups were equally into sucking and fucking. I was with Billy in a private room when Hank and Roger walked by. The door was open, and Billy waved them in. "Did Hank explain the plan?" Billy asked Roger. Roger nodded. "It sounded a bit strange, but I might be fun," he replied. Roger was a muscleman, tall and impressive. He could have been a model for a recruiting poster. "I can be a lot more than fun," Billy said. "I know you are always in control. Do you think you could relax a little and let your cock be your guide?" "I don't know, but I bet my cock will be more than interested," he replied. "I've seen Bob around. I didn't know you are so into this kind of stuff." "I was surprised the first time I took two guys," I said. "It was good for me, but great for the guys. Feeling two men shooting of in my ass was good for me. Do you shoot a big load?" "It's been almost a week," Roger said. He was wearing a towel and he let it drop. Hank did the same. He was naked and semi-hard. Billy served as sort of a master of ceremonies, getting us into position, lubricating and guiding organs into position. Roger's cock was thick, so I sat on it. I had no idea if he was experienced. As I impaled myself on his cock, it was clearly a new and enjoyable sensation for him. Hank's cock was long and thin. Billy guided it into my ass. I realized my ass was made for their cocks. I also realized that being cock-to-cock in a tight ass was good for them. They also had more stamina than I expected. They frolicked in my ass for twenty minutes before Hank shot off inducing a chain reaction of orgasms. When they pulled out of my cum-filled ass, Roger licked the cum off his cock and then they kissed. This was their last night before boarding the transports, and I hoped the glow from the night would last. After I left Billy asked if I could fuck him. My balls were still fully loaded so I took a poke. It was a friendly courtesy fuck, but it turned into more than that. We had what could only be called a lovely interlude complete with an intensely pleasurable orgasm. The next morning Taro, our semi blind masseur came to see me. He told me he had an odd conversation with Basil. Taro was a 40-year-old, third generation Hawaiian. He specialty was a delicate massage of your sphincter with his small cock. The cock was hard enough to penetrate when he was semi-hard and then grew in the ass. He usually affected a Hollywood type Japanese accent and said he had no control over his orgasms. He apologized when he shot off in the ass. He claimed the Japanese name for sperm was sushi, and that caused considerable amusement among the attendants. Basil's conversation often turned to the service men and their destinations. Taro told him what he knew but the names of the places were indecipherable. Taro falsely told him they were the Japanese names and he didn't know the local names. This had happened three times. Taro's younger brother was being sent to European front, so he was deeply suspicious of Basil. This pointed to Basil being a spy. I talked it over with Buck and Gino. We knew we needed to deal with the problem, but we wanted to protect the Club too. Gino said it wasn't a problem, but he didn't tell us the reason for his confidence. Two days later we heard that Basil had gone back to England to do his bit for the Empire. The FBI raided his "girlfriends" apartment a day later. She had been a friend of a Japanese consulate's translator. I knew it was unlikely Basil and a girlfriend. He was never seen again, but Gino seemed satisfied with the situation. I connected with Gino after Taro gave him a massage. I noticed that Gino dripped some sperm from his ass before he fucked me. Gino didn't bottom, so I assumed Taro had been helpful to him and Gino rewarded him with a trip up his ass.