Date: Fri, 28 May 2021 22:43:29 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Public Baths Part 4 Public Baths 4 Cajuncock Ok, if you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction, the sole property of the author. IF you enjoy the stories on the site please donate. This set of stories is set in the time before and after the second world war. Any resemblance to person living or dead is purely coincidental. Comments welcomed; jaskejr@hotmail. Ok, unzip, pull out those joy sticks between your legs and enjoy. The years after the war we not easy for my people. The allied occupying forces were at best indifferent to the conquered people. The revelations about the horrors of the camps awakened many to the crimes committed in their name. Social attitudes were in shock with the world looking on to see how we dealt with it and with the horrors. The British and French pulled back large numbers of their troops. They both had larger problems in their own colonial areas. This left the Russians and Americans with larger and larger numbers of troops in Germany. The war trials opened the entire secrets of the camps and the war for the entire world to see. Finally, the Russians established a puppet government in their zone. The other allies agreed on a western government in their combined zones. The army was reconstituted on a smaller scale. The new German army took over many of the bases that the British and French had left with only token numbers of troops. The Americans became the main defense against any possible Soviet intrusion. Our business prospered. We had a sizable number of boarding students mainly drawn from the newly rich city dwellers. From this group of young men, we were able to draw new members of our inner circle. We built, with allied help, new facilities, expanding the dormitory capacity of the school. We also bought additional land. Some of the new members saw an opportunity to venture into the new, more liberal society of the nation. They urged us to use some of our bankrolled cash for naturalist camps appealing to the pre-war naturalist movement. We'd already built a dozen small cabins on the expanded property. By this time the inner circle had expanded to 40 members. Some were vocal supporters of the new ideas. By the 60s I was in my early thirties and comfortable with the way things were. We'd long ago separated ourselves from the now profitable Munich operation. The general agreement among the members was in favor of an expanded field of operations. So the structure was set up to allow for it. Meanwhile, word of our original operation had been spread by troops returning to their homelands. Our visitors now came from as far away as the US and Canada. We had unintentionally become an international organization. I was content to run the school and the original compound. But expansion also brought unwanted exposure. Luckily, the 60s brought a more open sexual attitude. German society was more open, more welcoming. Yes, there were those who did not accept it. But their voices were drowned out in the new revolution. Each year we held a general retreat with the old and new members spending time exchanging ideas and some well-deserved bodily fluids. I was always the first to welcome the group shedding my robes and encouraging everyone to join in the festivities. I must admit that seeing so many naked, excited men did revive my own sexual desires to give them my all. The years had been kind to me. I'd kept much of my youthful looks. Some attributed this to the large number of teen boys who visited my quarters each evening. Most of these were interested in learning about the ways in which they could pleasure other men. Often, I spent hours instructing them with personal demonstrations of sexual prowess. Few could resist surrendering to my 11 inches of thick, uncut meat. But many became disciples, teaching others- older and younger -- the secrets of the bedroom. Still, I was visited by many American military men. They had a soft spot and a hard cock for me. I welcomed them all no matter the color or size. I was quite versatile in the bedroom. If one listened carefully outside my door, he would hear the gasps and moans of many men in many languages. It was lucky for me that I didn't need a lot of effort to maintain my looks and vigor. As many of the original men returned home our reputation for openness spread. Referrals were often accompanied by word of mouth. Men journeyed to visit. Some came for a day, others for weeks. We accepted them with open arms and a welcomed place to lay their heads. Our school became so notable that it was decided that the student limit would be 25 boys, ages 13 to 16. The curriculum far exceeded that of the state schools. We kept a stable of 12 horses for those who wished to improve their riding skills. Our full-time physical education staff consisted of 2 men who had to pass a rigorous examination by me and 2 other community members. The boys accepted to our program were not virgins. It was one of the "private" requirements given to their fathers orally (and if needed anally). The dads, grand dads, or uncles had to confirm that the boys were fully used to sexual behavior. In addition to the regular school year, we also operated an 8-week summer camp. This too had a limit- 16 boys aged 13 to 16. All of the boys were the sons, grandsons, nephews of our alumni. Many of the war and post war soldiers later became very successful in their professional life. Some of their boys had been groomed for years before arriving to us. In the summer we hired specialists in four sports: soccer, equestrian sports, fencing and swimming. All had been recommended by alumni as being open to our way of life. Parents were on a waiting list for years before their sons came of age. The American and British dads often came over to offer personal enticements to get their boys admitted to our programs. I often held these private interviews with the dads in my quarters. I insisted that one other staff member be present for each one. Needless to say, most of these lasted well into the early morning hours. I'd arrange to meet the parents, both of them, in Munich. I'd wear by black robes and have pictures of all of the facilities of the school. Sometimes, I'd have to spend the weekend in the city meeting with parents. I'd keep one boy at my hotel while I met with another boy's parent. On those occasions, the boys were encouraged to sleep in the nude to get used to being naked around others- both students and adults. Since none were virgins most times this led to the boys sharing a bed with me. It required a lot of planning on my part. Running a school, a summer camp, and the common summer retreat meant that there was little room for error. Money was never a problem for us. After the war, our community managed to get by on donations from the service men. Later tuitions and fees paid more than enough to keep us comfortable. My own sex needs were never neglected. There were plenty of men eager to spend time with me. Often times I would entertain more than one at a time. Some of these became lifelong friendships. My brothers in our community were quite open about their needs. We were always available for each other. This formed an emotional bond stronger than love. It was comforting to know that a mere word or expression would instantly be rewarded. My 11 inch, uncut, cock was much in demand from both my fellow community members, students, military men, and alumni. Over time, I had to admit that feeling my cock plunge into a new hole brought me to an edge. For many it was an ongoing engagement bringing emotional and physical satisfaction to both parties. Sometimes I'd get a request from an alumnus to use one of the cabins on the campus. I'd always ask to meet the parties involved. Most times that first meeting would end up in a hot sex train within minutes. The men brought their sons, grandsons or nephews to meet with me before they retired to their cabins. Meals were brought into each cabin daily. On some warm days, groups would be seen enjoying the lakeside beach or exploring the nearby forest. We did maintain a high level of security for our guests. The specially trained guards had been recruited from military men who were leaving the services. They had their own quarters on the property. I had promoted two of the community members to assist me. They took their promotions as a sign of my trust in their abilities. Over time the boys who came to us for the school year began to show some very good skills. I encouraged them and their parents to make sure to allow those boys access to university after they left our care. The curriculum was expanded which required hiring additional staff. We avoided any public announcement of our positions. Word circulated by recommendations of former students. Our academic requirement for new staff was set very high. We did insist on an in-person interview with each applicant. These were held in hotels or in the homes of our supporters and sponsors. Each applicant was required to undergo a physical before the formal interview. Each examination room was equipped with one-way mirrors or video cameras so that I or one of my two assistants could observe. The selected hotel or homes were equipped, and the owners or managers were eager to help us. Needless to say, that there were many more applicants than positions that needed to be filled. An international student body required a wide range of language skills for the staff. Each floor of each dorm was supervised by a teacher in residence. The boys were quite open about their sexual needs. The teacher-in-residence was responsible in keeping their charges in order. They also made referrals to academic tutoring for those boys who needed some help. The senior boys vied for these tasks. I was fully aware of their motives and their young tutees seem to take a keen interest in the subjects after only a few lessons with the tutors. One young boy was a talented writer. He provided me with weekly reports on his lessons. He hinted that other tutors were very active in helping with their students. Some of the young men came to my office after class one day. They had an idea for a new program to be started, a video club. They had discussed it with their fathers who fully supported the idea. I was a bit dubious about it. I insisted that the program be closely monitored by staff. Little did I suspect that the products produced would be a financial success. The short 15 to 25 minute clips were marketed by a few dads with the benefits going toward school expenses through a foundation grant. I did however insist that all who appeared on the film clips be of a certain age. I wanted no adult to be seen acting with the boys. As we were leaving the 60s, an era of sexual awakening, I noticed more and more of our alumni were partnering with other males. Over the long term this might cause a problem with our enrollment. But strangely that didn't happen. Surrogates were employed by these often well off male partners to produce the needed boys to complete these families. Of course, all of this was on the down low, hidden from the prying eyes of authorities. Special clinics were provided for the births and easily bribed local officials were always too willing to sign documents. My own sex life was not neglected, far from it. There were plenty of young teachers all too eager to grace my bed. I tried not to play favorites by also permitting a few chosen senior boys to join us. The boys' quick recovery time usually meant that they had multiple orgasm over a night. This satisfied not only me but also some of the young teachers.