Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2017 20:19:46 +0000
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Public baths

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Public Baths 1

cajuncock

As I relaxed in the warm steam of the public baths here in Munich I
recalled my first experience with them back before the great war. I'd been
new to the city, coming from a small, rural town in Austria. Our town's
public baths were small barely big enough for 10 men, mostly honest farm
workers.

  Seeking my fortune and a new start away from the small minded catholic
community I'd grown up in, I took one of the new steam trains to Munich. I
arrived not knowing where I'd stay or even without a job. The first week I
stayed in a youth hostel. I was just 18 and my choices were limited. The
hostel was descent and offered a fine breakfast of cheese, bread, and
sausages. The other boys there were nice enough. Each one looking for the
same thing that I sought. I did get a few leads on jobs. Most were already
taken by the time I arrived.

  One final prospect was as a worker at the private communal baths. I was
told by one of the boys from the hostel that the tips from certain
customers were generous for the right kind of good service. I didn't know
what he meant but I needed work and had few prospects.

  I took a tram to the address I'd been given. The outside of the building
appeared to be old and a bit shabby. I rang the bell and was admitted. I
asked about the possible job. The manager, a gruff, older man with greying
hair, looked me over as if I were a cow at the fair. He asked about my
background and if I'd ever worked in such an establishment. Being an honest
country boy I told him that I hadn't but was willing to learn and do
whatever the job required. He told me that the job paid 2 marks a week plus
tips from the customers. I could live on the premises if I wanted and get 2
meals a day with the other staff. I accepted the job and rushed back to the
hostel to retrieve my things.

  Returning to the baths I was given a small room in the attic. It was one
of 6 up there. It was a simple room with just a bed, a chest, and a small
table. The window overlooked the roof tops of the area. The manager told me
that I was a probationary employee for the next four weeks. After that I'd
be evaluated for permanent employment. I was overjoyed at the idea that for
the next 4 weeks I'd have a job and a place to live. After unpacking I
returned to the manager's office. He gave me my uniform- just a pair of
thin, blue shorts and a white shirt. Both looked used and worn, too big for
my small frame. He then took me on a tour of the place. Unlike the exterior
the inside was well kept and luxurious with tiled walls, sky lights over a
large 3 story central room and a lot of small rooms off to the side. The
main feature was a large heated pool. This room had tall pillars with a
deep blue ceiling. I could just make out the remnants of gold on the
tops. Overhead there was a skylight with colored glass inserts. My duties
were simple- to clean the rooms, bring towels, and serve drinks to the
customers. There was a kitchen staff that prepared meals and drinks in a
lower level kitchen. Masseurs were available to provide their services to
the customers in the smaller side rooms around the pool.

  The first few days were rather boring. I cleaned, washed the used towels,
hanging them on the roof to dry. I did notice that the customers, all male,
seemed to be better dressed than the people I saw on the streets. There
were more than a few military officers who frequented the place. The
customers would lay on couches around the pool talking or drinking. Most of
them seem to know each other.

  One place that I'd not been allowed to enter were the formal
salons. These were reserved for special customers and special
occasions. After each use a few, selected workers would clean them. I was
curious but refrained from asking about those rooms. Once I was able to
peek in through an half opened door. The room seemed normal for the
place. Each one had tables surrounding a central, open area. The
decorations were more exotic. They reminded be of the stories I'd been told
of ancient times. There was a beam that extended across the room, a rather
odd feature.

  I did notice that some of the men would take the younger boys off to the
side, curtained rooms. I could hear soft moans and grunts. When the boys
emerged they seemed happy enough, pocketing their generous tips. Most days
the baths opened just before noon until late at night. On one occasion the
manager called all of us to his office and announced that the establishment
would be closed to regular customers the next evening. There was to be a
special party with very important guests. We were instructed to clean the
place completely and to wear only our "special" uniforms. Not having one of
those I asked where I might find mine. The manager laughed and turned
opening a closet. He reached in and handed me a skimpy garment. It was a
short, one piece dress type. The material was practically transparent. He
also handed me a pair of leather sandals. I took it that this was to be the
"special" uniform for the night. The other employees, mostly boys like
myself, were excited. They whispered among themselves that it would be a
grand night with plenty of big tips.

  The next day we were instructed to scrub the entire building clean when
the last regular customer departed. A large delivery of food and fine wine
was received in the kitchen. The cooks worked quickly to prepare the dishes
for that night. Each boy was given his assignment and a place to stand
around the central room. Oriental rugs covered the central space. Each of
the young employees would be responsible for serving two of the
couches. Anything they required we were to provide. I felt a little awkward
in the short, thin garment. But I took my place as instructed. Soon men in
uniforms began to arrive, high ranking military officers, each one
accompanied by an adjutant of lower rank. Most of these lower ranking men
were tall, handsome military. None seemed at all surprised at being
here. The high ranking officers all went off to the side rooms to
change. They emerged wearing long, Roman tunics. Their adjutants stood at
attention next to the couches.

   Food was served and wine flowed. All of the guests seemed to be familiar
with each other. The younger officers did not partake like their
superiors. They stood ram rod straight on the side. At the end of the meal
the young officers disappeared into one of the side rooms only to emerge a
little later wearing short tunics. They moved to the center of the room,
bowed to their superiors and took up a wrestling stance. A gong sounded and
they began to wrestle. The demonstration of their skills revealed that none
of them were wearing any under garments. After a few minutes I did notice
that these wrestlers were displaying stiff, uncut cocks visible to all. A
second gong sounded and each pair of wrestlers stood at attention. I could
see their excitement from the tented lower parts of their tunics. I felt my
own rod rising at the sight before me. Glancing at my co-workers I noticed
they too were excited.

  From some where on the upper floors soft music began to play. A third
gong sounded and each pair of wrestlers moved forward to grab one of us,
the attendants. We were brought to the center. I did not know what to
expect but watched the other, more confident boys.



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