Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2019 14:37:53 -0400
From: Bob <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Millers' Town Baths 2

Millers' Town Baths 2

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As an attendant at the public baths does not approach the pinnacle of the
job market. I was also a research associate for a well-known professor, but
that position did not reach the heights of the work pyramid. I did have a
pleasant and enjoyable life. I like doing what I was doing, but once and a
while I felt misgivings. My novel was still in the works, but even if it
was successful it was not going to bring fame a fortune.

Doc Sullivan was a friend, and we talked. He could be more successful
working in a major hospital. His knowledge about public health and finding
ways to reach out to underserved people was considerable. Of course, most
hospitals were corporate money-making machines. Doing outreach was not
profitable but it was a good publicity move for them.

"I have to admit the incidental sex associated with the clinic's proximity
to the baths is a real bonus for me," Sullivan told me. "I have known I was
gay for years, but I had been shy about it. I can't make a pass at a
guy. It's a lot easier in a shower room when you are both erect."

I laughed. "That can be a giveaway," I said. "Marty just needs to wave his
cock a few times and he has a playmate."

"Are you insulted that I gave your name to some of my pals?" he asked.

"I was a little uneasy about that, but they are nice guys." I said. "Once
and a while it seems odd. That feeling lasts from the time a guy cock
touches my rosebud until pushes past my sphincter.  All is well after
that. I suspect that is a near perfect definition of superficially," I
said.

Sullivan laughed. "I'm not sure feeling pleasure is ever superficial. It's
what makes life worthwhile," he remarked.

Two days later one of his friends, Al came to me. "I was talking with
Sullivan," he said. "I'm not a very emotional guy. I feel them but
expressing them is another matter. I want you to know I appreciate and
enjoy our meetings," he said. "I kind of hoped you could sense that from my
cock's reaction."

I smiled. "Thank you for saying that."

"I know it's dark in the places I leave my thanks," he added. "You are the
only man I can feel comfortable with breeding. The second my cock touches
your hole it feels so warm and inviting."

"It's warmer inside."

"It gets better every inch I push deeper into you," he said, "Can you feel
me squirting?"

"No, but I feel your cock twitching," I said. "That is exciting."

Al was a big, not exactly fat man, but I had a feeling that would be a
problem when he was older. I thought he was Italian because of his body
hair, but he was Armenian.  He came by in the early morning before six. I
thought he was a chef or something food related.

I was off at six, so I often went to use the baths. He was in the end room
with a new guy, Jimmy. Someone had left a sling attached to the hooks in
the walls. Al waved me in. "My pal Jimmy wanted to know what the sling was
for. I told him and he doesn't believe me."

"Al seems like a nice guy, but we just met," Jimmy said with the thickest
Southern accent I had ever heard. Jimmy was an art student at the
University. I had a sense that everything was new to him. I dropped my
towel and discovered that cock sucking wasn't that new to him. Jimmy and Al
weren't pals. Jimmy had invited himself into Al's room.

"I'm kind of new to the scene," Jimmy said.

"Are you shocked?" I asked.

"Shit no; I'm relieved.  I thought I was the only gay guy in the world," he
exclaimed. "I was just me and the church choir director back home. It's
like Christmas every day here." We talked a little and somehow, I ended up
in the sling.

Al explained my ass was both attractive and pleasurable.  He was doing a
slightly technical introduction to the ass and its many uses when Jimmy's
cock made a surprise visit to the dark recesses of my ass. If a picture is
worth a thousand words, a poke in the ass must be worth a few thousand
more. Everything became clear to Jimmy. No more explanation was needed.

I had lubricated my ass just in case I got lucky, and Jimmy's thin probe
was a good fit. Al went to Jimmy's rear.  He didn't enter the ass, but
clearly was knocking on the door. Al gave Jimmy useful hints as to proper
fucking technique.  Some things teach themselves and fucking a guy in the
ass was one of them. The morning crush was upon us so we all went home, but
I had a feeling we would meet again soon.

Marty referred to the usual amount of sexual activity as being tasteful
rather than being gaudy. Late Friday and Saturday nights and the early
hours of Saturday and Sunday mornings were less tasteful. Many men were out
running chores and that included a visit to the baths. When activity
overflowed into the waiting rooms, Marty made a visit. That solved the
problem.

At 5:30 Saturday morning, Jimmy returned with another art student, Rex. Rex
was in his early 20s, the same age as Jimmy but was bearded and had a hairy
chest. I figured if he was this hairy now, he would be a gorilla at 30. He
would be an attractive gorilla I thought.

As they checked in Jimmy whispered, "I told Rex about you.  He wants to
meet."

"I'm off at six," I replied. Ten minutes later Al arrived. By the time I
reached their sling equipped room they were in deep conversation. Rex
apparently was a talented artist and was just beginning to recover from a
serious case of fundamentalist Christianity. This was the sort that
believed that Jesus was a liberal hippie, and their own preacher had a
direct line to God.

Richmond was a shock to him, and Jimmy was even more shocking. Having a
guy, you barely know suck your cock is shocking, but if virtue is its own
reward, gay sex has an immediate reward too. You don't need to die and go
to heaven to reap the benefits.

Rex thought Jimmy was the male ideal for beauty. Rex believed that body
hair was a painful reminder of Darwinian evolution. Rex also looked like
his mother's brother.  His Uncle was a sinful member of a near pagan
cult. The Uncle was a Methodist Minister.

I assumed Rex would be resistant to the openness of the baths. I forgot one
rule. Good sex needs no teacher. I never knew what Rex was thinking, but if
a cock can be a missionary, Jimmy, Al and I all had missionary cocks. Al
and I are hairy, and being with naked, hairy men were new for Rex.

Al is outgoing and was soon sucking Rex's uncut tool as Jimmy got me in the
sling. His trip up my ass had been a total success and he wanted to repeat
it. I think he thought it might be a one-time fluke. Al had provided a
container of lubricant with a long spout. You could insert it in an ass and
lubricate the entire fuck tunnel.

My ass is hairy and when Jimmy slid is tool into me, Rex got turned
on. Jimmy was smooth and pale. Watching the slim, pale cock enter the hairy
hole surprised him. He pulled out and told Rex it was his turn. Jimmy was
self-assured and assumed Rex would obey. Rex's cock seemed average, but I
had a strong feeling it grew as he pushed it in me. He had extra foreskin
and my sphincter peeled it back as he pushed in me. I think the skin
protects the cock head which seems to extra sensitive for uncut men.

I tightened my sphincter and massaged Rex's knob to considerable effect. I
watched him as he went deeper. He was feeling new sensations and moaned as
he slid in.

The four of us had a good time. Al replaced me in the sling and encouraged
the boy to pound him.  Jimmy loved that, but Rex would pound a few times
and then return to slow sensual thrusts. They had to get to classes and
left. I fucked Al to a climax and filled his behind with my cream.

When they were ready to leave Rex asked if he could talk with me alone
sometime.  I told him I lived in a nearby apartment, and during the day I
was usually alone. He said he had a break in his classes from 11:00 AM to
2:00PM.  I told him to drop by if he felt like it.

He knocked on my door at 11:30. "I guess you have noticed that Jimmy has
taken me under his wing.  That's nice, but sometimes Jimmy spouts bull
shit, and I can't tell if it's true or not." Rex said. "Do you know I come
from a limited background. This is all new to me. "Do guys really do this
stuff or is it just Jimmy?"

I smiled.  "I can assure you that gay men do it. It would have seemed odd
to me, but the first time I sucked a cock, I knew it was for me. What was I
like for you?" I asked.

"I loved it, but I hated myself for loving it," Rex said. "My folks would
be appalled."

"Well you weren't doing it with your folks were you. Was it with a buddy?"

"It was with cousin Freddy. He was a few years older than me. We bunked
together at a family reunion," Rex said.

"Did he like it?" I asked.

"He sure did. He loved it."

"You know the golden rule, do unto others?"

Rex was quiet and then said he didn't think it applied to cock sucking.

"I don't recall a list of exceptions to the Golden Rule. Did Cousin Freddy
suck you?" I asked.

Rex shook his head. "He was older than me then. I don't think it occurred
to him."

"Well if you come to the baths again, I can promise it will occur to the
men there. Would you like that?"

Rex nodded. "I fucked you the other day. Do you get to fuck me?" he asked.

"Sex is best when both men enjoy it. It not a tit-for-tat situation. Think
of balance. You want the pleasure to balance out.  If I like it in the ass,
and you like to suck, we both get what we want," I said.

"Do you think Al would like to fuck me?" he asked.

"I suspect he would love it.  Does he turn you on?"

"Sort of. He reminds me of Cousin Freddy's dad, Big Freddy. He's a house
builder-carpenter. He's big, loud and funny. Mom and Dad think he's too
wild," Rex said. "He went skinny dipping in the lake with us once. He looks
a bit like Al. He was a big boy even in cold water. I think about him a
lot."

"Have you taken a guy's load, his sperm?" I asked.

Rex nodded. "Jimmy shot off in my mouth. I spit it out, but later I
realized I sort of liked the taste," he said.

"When a guy shoots off in your ass, you can't spit it out. That bothers a
lot of guys," I observed.

"They could pull out."

"They could if they had full control over their cock. Gus' jokes about men
having a brain in their cock. Cocks don't have a brain, but they sometimes
have a mind of their own."

A week later Rex and I met with Al and we had a nice session. I'm not the
most perceptive guy in the world, but I suspected Rex's interest in Al had
grown. I had told Al about my conversation with Rex. Al seem relaxed and in
no rush to get up Rex's ass. Al told me had hadn't been a guy's first fuck
since high school.  He thought it was best to have the bottom desperate for
his cock before he poked it into a virgin's dark and warm place.

We were in one of the sling rooms and Al surprised us by getting into the
sling. "I've got a nice, tight ass," he said, "I would like to try Tommy on
for size, but it's a bit big for me. Rex, would you mind opening me up
some.  I could use a nice warm up fuck."

Rex held back a little. "It's nice, warm and friendly in there," Al
said. "One of my pals described it as a home away from home." Rex stepped
up to the plate and nudged his knob into the pucker. He pushed and his cock
went in until the sphincter offered resistance.

"Just push a little," Al said. "I want your cock."

A second later Rex's pubic hair touched Al's ass. "This is nice. It feels
good," Rex said.

"It's lovely," Al said. "I love it when a guy's most private parts are in
my hole. When I was in the showers as a teenager, I was embarrassed being
naked. Here it's just us. No one can see exactly what you are doing or what
I am feeling. Just relax and let's see what happens."

"It feels so good. It's as if my cock belongs in your ass," Rex said,
"Damn, I'm getting close!"

"Pull out and let Carl have a chance," Al suggested, "You can come back for
the Grand Finale!" I switched places with Rex.

"It was lovely to have you in me," Al said.

Rex nodded and said, "It was beautiful. I was nervous the first time.  I
didn't think it would be so comfortable. It seemed calm. I thought it would
be more frantic."

Al smiled. "If you are lucky it gets frantic. You're a man, you're naked
and sexually excited. Nature will take charge," he said. "I love it when a
guy loses it and squirts his load deep in me. Watch Carl working my
hole. He's taking his time, but the sensations build up."

"Does it bother you when he loses control?" Rex asked.

"Hell no. That why we are here," Al said, "I often shoot off too. Let me
tell you a little secret. When you cum in me and I shoot off, Carl is
usually close enough to eat my load as I pop. It can be a triple play."

That sounds complicated," Rex said, I was getting close, to I pulled
out. Rex was eager to return his cock to Al's ass. He was close and picked
up the pace of his thrusts. He stopped suddenly and his whole body
shivered.

Al shot a single volley before I was able to wrap my lips around his
knob. Al ran an upscale restaurant. His sperm seemed well seasoned. I
pulled off after the last volley. Rex surprised me and kissed me. He wasn't
kissing me; he was sampling Al's rich man cream. Rex still managed to
continue pumping into Al's ass.

I knew Al had a low stress ass. I was just tight enough to stimulate but
seemed welcoming too. He clearly enjoyed being fucked and he made sure you
knew he enjoyed it. Rex's memories of Big Freddy helped too. Rex pulled out
and showered with Al and me. I was pretty sure the next time we connected;
Al would be in Rex's ass.

When Rex left, one of Al's pals was passing by and joined us. Hank was a
beefy fireman. He was one of Al's regulars. Al told him he was worn-out.

"Damn, I really need some stress relief. Is your friend into it?" Hank
asked as he dropped his towel. His cock looked meaty.

"I'm not much a romantic, if you're into that," Hank added. "I'm looking
for a warm place to unload, no strings attached.

"That you are not a romantic is an understatement," I said with a
smile. "Do I look like the sort of guy who wants a guy he's never met to
shove his cock into my ass?"

"I'm sorry I offended you," Hank said.

"You misunderstand. I am that kind of a guy," I replied. He laughed as I
got into the sling and Hank lubricated his fuck tool. Hank was big, but not
particularly attractive, but he seemed to be extra manly.

"You ain't a virgin?" he asked. "I hate it when guys cry."

"Does that happen often?" I asked.

"Not that often," he said as he positioned his cock at my hole. He pushed a
little and popped past my sphincter. "It feels like your ass is kissing my
knob!" he whispered. He was still. "Damn I just squirted a little. I need
to calm down."

He calmed down, but he kept his[BW1] cock in me. A few minutes later my ass
and Hank's cock became friends. I must have molded my rectum to his
cock. He pulled away and then pushed in hard. He and I loved that.

A cock is just a hunk of flesh that serves most of the time as a
drain. Hank had an emotional cock. As it explored my ass it made friends
everywhere it went.

Rex and Jimmy remined friends, but Al and his friends became a major part
of Rex's life. Jimmy was pretty, but Al was more sexually exciting. Jimmy
was playing a role as a talented, gay artist. Al was a guy who wasn't
trying to impress or dazzle. Sex with Al was more exciting and fulfilling
with less posing and more intense sex. I suspected there was more
affection.  Jimmy was on the make, moving up in the social set he
desired. Rex had little or no attitude and considerably more talent, and no
real desire to be a gadfly or associate with the right people.