Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2019 10:36:22 -0400 From: Bob Subject: Miller town Baths 4 Miller Town Baths 4 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! Harold had never associated with men like Marty and Duke. They were guys who had not gone to an elite prep school and didn't go to college. They were smart, good guys who knew the history of situation and most of the personalities. Harold moved in the upper tiers of the legal community, but he recognized that Marty and Duke knew their stuff. Harold with this case gave a good imitation of an experienced cat who had captured a particularly stupid mouse and was playing with it before it swallowed it whole. The opposing lawyers were not top notch. Harold reviewed the early wills and records of the school and baths. They were expressly created for the benefit of Miller Town. It also stated that school was to give free tuition to orphans, the children of widows and the children of injured men. Harold contacted former trustees and found that the funds allotted for this had grown substantially through the years. While the board gave few scholarships, the investment committee had been both prudent and the funds had grown substantially. Over the last decade the board had changed. While this change resulted in financial success, the board members were from outside the neighborhood and were largely unaware of Miller Town and its revival. The financial success of the school's investments raised flags for Harold and even more flags when his firm's accountants investigated the situation. They discovered large fees paid to board members and the phrase "miscellaneous expenses" occurring with some regularity. The school's increased income was not reflected in increased aid to needy students. This was all pro bono work for the firm. It would generate good publicity and good will, but It also generated a sex life for Harold. Several Junior associates joined him on the case. They saw Harold as a rising star so helping him was beneficial. I also suspected they shared his sexual interests. Harold introduced me to his accounting man, Winslow. Winslow was a financial genius with the social skills of ninth grade boy. He had a bland face on top of the body of a football tackle. Since he had no social skills, he had trouble meeting people. He was from small town, and his two interests, accounting and football tended to cancel each other out. His mother was a Math teacher, his father was a carpenter, that was a difficult combination socially in a small town. He solved these problems by working hard at studies at school and college. When he got a job. He spent hours of overtime at the office. Harold asked me to take Winslow to the baths. Harold's ability to identify gay men was vastly superior to mine. Winslow was used to college showers, so the baths seemed okay for him. Winslow maintained his football tackle body, graceless but muscular. Sometimes a normal cock looks small on a massive body. When Winslow was dressed, he looked fat. Naked it was all muscle. His cock was thick, uncut and maybe seven inches when soft. His balls hung low and were tangerine sized. While he had no social graces, at the baths his cock made friends easily. It was big enough to encourage a guy to spend some time making friends with him. Harold told me that Winslow had some experience in his hometown. That was skinny dipping in the mill pond followed by an interlude in the bushes. Many men did it but pretended they didn't. It was just messing around. In college there had been some horse play in the showers and more intense activity in hotel rooms on away games. His early education had been poor. The athletic scholarship got him on college. He did very well but that took a lot of work. He was weak in English and classes demanding reading. He excelled at Mathematics and anything that involved numbers. At the baths I shared a cubical with him. I got excited by his cock and things soon were up close and personal. Winslow was more than ready to get into it. I guessed he would be shy, but I think he had so many pent-up needs, he just let go. I almost choked he shot off so much. He asked me if there were any other men at the baths who shared our interests. I told him the truth and he asked if I could introduce him to some of my pals. A week later we joined Johnny, the mason and Leaky Pete plumber. Neither man was prone to putting on airs and they were easy to talk with. Johnny had relative in a county just west of where Winslow lived. In rural Virginia that was counted as being a neighbor. A shower cubical became available, so the four of us shared it. Winslow asked if Leaky Pete was a joke about being a plumber. Jimmy told him that Pete was a good plumber. The leaks were from his cock when he got excited. "Let a guy have some secrets, Jimmy," Pete complained. "Back home, old Mr. Smith tended to leak what he called his love juice when he got excited too. I ran into him alone once and sucked him. I sort of liked it at first, but it got better the more his dick drooled," Winslow said. He had told me that he had some experience, but it seemed he had more experience than I had assumed. "I guess Carl told you we can be pretty playful here. You have just met us. We can take things slow or, let nature take its course," Jimmy said. Pete bent over and sucked Winslow's cock. I guess he wanted Winslow to know exactly what they were talking about. "I'm big boy," Winslow said. "I tend to set my own pace. Pete has things just right." I went in the shower with Jimmy and a minute or so later Winslow and Pete joined us. The shower could hold three, so it was a tight fit. I was between Winslow and Jimmy. I felt Winslow's cock at my ass crack. He scooted down and positioned his cock head at my hole. When he stood up, his cock penetrated me and soon nestled against my sphincter. Luckily, I usually lubricate my ass when I worked at the baths. I rarely got fucked, but I figured better safe than sorry. He made a quick thrust and he was in. Much to my surprise, it was a perfect fit. "Are you okay?" Winslow asked. "I am a lot more than okay," I replied. He held on to my chest as he stood to his full height. My feet didn't touch the floor so most of my weight was supported by his cock. It slipped in deeper. He didn't thrust anymore; he twitched. Pete dropped to his knees and sucked my cock. "Is there enough room left in your ass for my cum?" Winslow asked. I didn't have time to say yes before I felt him squirting. The sperm flooding into my ass triggered my own orgasm. Pete enjoyed that. We all a goodtime. I was off the next evening and relaxing in my house when Winslow knocked on the door. He wanted to talk. "I know I had a goodtime last night. Was it good for you? I'm afraid you were just being polite," he said. "Did I make a fool of myself, or go too far?" "I shot off when you did" I replied. "You can fake orgasms. Many men there are into sex big time. Few are as well-equipped as you are. You made quite an impression on Jimmy and Pete." "Is it like that every night?" he asked. "Are there more guys like them at the baths?" "It varies. Sometimes things develop. There are a lot of guys like us. Everyone at the baths is discrete, but those who like your type probably already know that Jimmy and Pete had as good time as did!" I explained. "I have a question for you. "I thought you were inexperienced, but you seem to know quite a bit. Was this from messing around at the Mill Pond?" "Sort of yes and sort of no," Winslow replied. "One of the guys at the pond was Trooper Ronnie. He did the night shift, so his days were free. I was a big guy even when I was a teenager. He took a shine to me and we got together at his house. I told him I was 19 and that was believable. He told me he was into man play big time and he asked if I wanted to do more. He told me the things we did the pond was kiddy pool stuff. He liked man play. I told him I had never done much, but I was eager to learn. "Was he a good guy?" I asked. Winslow nodded. "He introduced me to pal of his, Bubba. He ran the Seed and Feed. Bubba was a Redneck's Redneck. He knew everyone, was a volunteer Fireman and gave credit when farmers needed it. He was a hunting, fishing, poker playing man's man. No one who wasn't into cock sucking and ass fucking guessed he had a secret life," Winslow explained. "Its hard being gay in a small town, but if you could get away, both guys could get you off and leave you smiling. He and Trooper Ronnie taught me a lot." "I take it you were smiling too?" I said. "They explained to me that I need to give and take. There were guys who just wanted a blowjob. It's best if you are full service. Bubba was the first man I ever fucked, and he was the first to fuck me. He shot off in me and then took my load. He told me he liked to be the first to explore a guy's back end. I shot so much cum in him, he said his ass was dripping cum hours later," he said. "I have trouble making friends like Bubba and Ronnie. Can you help me?" I said I would help. The next time Winslow visited the baths he arrived just before Slim, Rex and Tommy. I introduced them and the foursome went to the showers. Winslow later told me that was a total success. Thye were all country boys and were brought up the same way. He said it was like being a kid back home. A few days later, Winslow met Junius Roberts Fauquier IV. Junius was 100% a blueblood, but he was the black sheep in his family. Part of that was because he was gay, but even worse he was a schoolteacher. He taught Latin and French at the Miller Town School. His family regarded school teaching as beneath them. Junius was almost as socially inept as Winslow, but he was a size queen. Winslow's cock brought them together. Junius was the weak silent type but tended to become talkative when there was a large cock up his ass. He was also observant and the sort of man sitting in the corner who you ignored. He was always listening. He was the faculty representative on the board of directors since he was regarded as harmless. Winslow and Junius would meet at the baths and after a shower would come to my house. Fifteen or twenty minutes of fucking was not enough to meet Junius' needs. Winslow could fuck for 45 minutes or so, shoot off and be replaced by Slim or Rex. They would shoot and Winslow would return for another session. When Junius finally shot off, Winslow would take his load. Winslow tht the stamina that Junius craved. While the official records of the school's board meetings were all proper and correct, Junius overheard the conversations before and after the meeting. The board's intension was to make a bundle on selling the school properties in Miller Town and then move the school to entirely up-scale areas in the wealthy suburbs. The school was incidental, the real money was in the real estate. Harold joined with Winslow, Junius, Rex and Slim. Junius was sex starved and this added to his pleasure and to his talkativeness. Junius knew everything about the inner workings of the school's board. Junius was also the man who operated the recording devices for the Board meetings. He tended to start recording well before the meeting began and after it ended. They used a period tape recorder that worked poorly. The tapes tended to break. They usually recorded over 20-year-old tapes. Junius had a back-up digital recording device of his own. Harold and Winslow realized this and realized this was also border line illegal. They were a charitable foundation engaged in personal enrichment. They needed more detailed information to determine the level of illegality. Junius said he would see what he could find. The next day Junius arrived at the baths the same time as Joe and Leaky Pete. I introduced them and suggested they might show Junius the facilities. I was off duty an hour later, and I found the threesome. Junius was in a sling and several the men had been casually using their cocks to massage Junius's ass. It was what I thought of as a casual, get acquainted massage rather than full scale fucking. Junius had once been uneasy about getting intimate with working men's cocks, and he had gotten over that fear. Junius had trouble making friends; he was shy and socially inept. Apparently, he had the sphincter of slutty party-boy, and it made up for his social shortcomings. It seemed to caress cock as they slid into him. Leaky Pete had just shot off and pulled out, so I slipped in. He had been at it for an hour or more, but he was still tight and welcoming. Pete had ejaculated as he pulled out, so the ass tunnel was freshly lubricated. Pete was a plumber and Junius asked if he liked working for the school. Pete told him he hadn't worked for the school in years, so he didn't know anything about working for the new administration. Junius's sphincter suddenly gripped my shaft. I looked at Junius's face and all but saw a light bulb flashing. As he talked with Leaky Pete, Junius maintained its firm grip. I began pumping more forcefully. Junius and I had a joint orgasm. Joe was close enough to take every drop of Junius's sperm. Joe and Leaky Pete kissed and shared Junius's load. Winslow called me the next day. Junius found the school had $150,000.00 of payments to Pete's Plumbing Company. Winslow called other contractor's and found that about half of the payments were fake. Winslow called the police about this and there was an investigation of one or two days. Edward Pointer-Jones, the new Principal, was arrested along with the treasurer, bookkeeper and three board members. This was a classic fraud. The treasurer, accountant, and oversight committee were all involved. They were systematically looting the school and using the resulting poor financial situation to justify the move to the suburb. The scheme almost succeeded because the school served in an out of the way neighborhood, and there was no real supervision. There were prosecutions of some of the men involved, but there were other out-of-court settlements that reimbursed the school of all the losses and interest on the losses. Several of the people involved made substantial gifts to the school in place of public humiliation. While some of the persons involved were not identified, Richmond is a small city and the offenders resigned from other charitable and corporate boards. The school's problems weren't generally known, but the upper corporate and charitable leaders knew. Howard and Winslow ascended to the upper most tiers of the law firm, and the firm's business grew with its improved reputation. The future of the bath was secure, and some general improvements to the building were made. This included a general restoration of the building's tile work as well as refreshing the plumbing. Leaky Pete did the plumbing and Tobias Rich restored the tile. Pete attracted gay plumbers. It wasn't a hard and fast rule, but he provided a safe and congenial workplace. Tobias was a potter and artist who admired the tile work. He was bi-sexual but when he hit middle age, he was much more attractive to gay men than to young women. He was a Daddy type, slightly professorial and willing to train young men. He hired women too, but they worked in the design part of the work, not installation. His firm was well known, and the crew was gay or gay friendly. The bath remained open during the restoration work, so we closed off one of the corridors at a time. This meant the other three corridors were crowded, and it caused mixing of the membership. The men from the orgy bay mixes with the men from the more sedate portions of the bath. It also introduced Pete's gay plumbers and Tobias's tile men to the members. Pete and Tobias had all their employees see Dr. Sullivan for a checkup. They presented this as a free perk of the job. Of course, I worried about this since I was afraid it would cause problems. There was some minor grumbling, but that was mostly from the men who grumbled about anything and everything. It was soon clear that while gay men vary greatly, they all possess a cock and balls. The closeted me who came to the baths, and the wilder men were all a bit oversexed. There is no way to tell if a plumber or a banker is sucking your cock or is unloading in your ass. As far as I can tell your cock can enjoy the sensation. The construction crews worked hard and were covered in dirt and sweat at the end of the day. It was a turn-on for some of the men when they showered. That included me. I am 100% academic and a bit nerdy. My most taxing physical activity is clicking a computer mouse. I wasn't the only man who felt that way. So, the activity in the baths peaked between four and six in the afternoon. The men seemed to get along well. I don't think cock are intellectual, but no one seemed to mind a purely sensual experience.