Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 16:55:02 -0400
From: Peyton Fuller <jp.fuller@mindspring.com>
Subject: Long Night at the Baths

LONG NIGHT AT THE BATHS

The time was the late 1950's and I was a 23-year-old Southern boy who had
just graduated from college.  To my amazement, I had gotten a great offer
from a multi-national company in New York.  They offered me more money to
start that I thought I was worth and I accepted the offer in a second.  So,
off I went to the "big city" .  I stayed at the mid-town YMCA until I could
find an apartment that I could afford and was lucky enough to find a great
apartment on the Upper East Side that I thought I could afford if I really
economized on everything else.  It had few rooms - living room, bedroom,
small kitchen and a nice bath.  The living room and bed room were bigger
than I thought they would be and the apartments had a great balcony off the
living room with a fabulous view of Central Park, mid-town and down-town.
My parents owned a furniture store back home and as soon as I found the
apartment my dad loaded up a nice bed room suite (king-sized bed) and some
really nice living room furniture into a rental van and drove up to the
city. Before I knew it, I had a great, nicely furnished apartment and was
ready to take the city by storm!

Every since high school I had known I was gay, but will have to admit that
I was hardly what you would call "experienced".  I had had sex with several
guys in college but it usually consisted of our 69ing each other.  I
occasional fucked another guy and even more rarely allowed myself to be
fucked.  At most I think I had been fucked three times before I came to the
City.  Soon after I got settled in the apartment I found a small
neighborhood bar that was mostly gay and spent many evenings there having a
couple of beers and getting to know the locals gays.  Several guys asked me
to spend the night with them but I was too busy getting settled both in my
job and the new apartment to accept.  It was at that bar that I first heard
of the gay baths!  Well, it sounded like a great experience (remember this
was pre-HIV) and the next Friday night I had a quick dinner and took the
subway downtown to what I was told was the most active bath in town.

I got there about 9pm; not realizing that most of the action didn't start
until 10 or 11.  The bath had a nice bar, however, and I decided to have a
few beers while I waited to see whom I might fancy.  I hadn't been in the
bar long before a somewhat older guy joined me (he was probably about 32 or
so - good looking and with a nice build).  He urged me to have one drink
after another and I pretty quickly I was far past my limit and beginning to
feel pretty light headed.  I told him I needed to go to my room and lie
down for awhile.  He asked where my room was and I told him it was on the
third floor.  He said you'll never make it but come with me - I know of
this nice quiet room on this floor where you can lie down.  Well,
inexperienced as I was I thought that was kind of him and allowed me to
take me to a dark room at the back of the first floor (it only had a dim
blue light).  I only realized later that this was the "anybody who wants to
can fuck me room" and if you lay down in that room your ass and cock was
available to anyone who wanted them.

He had me lie down on my stomach and proceeded to rub my back and ass with
some oil that he had with him.  It felt great and I told him so.  He
replied that he was going to make me feel even better and proceeded to pour
oil on my ass hole and finger fuck me.  I told him to stop, I wasn't
interest in being fucked, but he just laughed and had me roll over on my
back.  I had a huge hard-on and he said that I couldn't tell him I didn't
want to be fucked when my cock was erect as it was!  He then put my legs up
on his shoulders and pushed his cock up my ass.  I again told him to stop
that he was hurting me but he just laughed and told one of the other guys
who had followed up into the room to straddle my chest and fuck my mouth to
keep me quiet.  A guy quickly did that and he proceed to ram his cock up my
ass and pound it in and out until I thought I would be split open.  I still
had a raging erection and suddenly felt this head resting on my stomach and
starting to suck my cock.  So there I was, being fucked at both ends and
being sucked at the same time.  Uncomfortable as I was I was almost
beginning to enjoy it.  With a final deep thrust he shot a load up my ass,
pulled out and asked the guys watching who wanted to be next.  With a groan
I realized that as soon as he pulled out of my ass another guy plunged his
dick into my ass as hard as he could and started to pump even harder than
the first guy.  The guy whose cock was fucking my face began to cum at this
time and much as I tried to spit it out I was forced to swallow every drop
he had to offer.

I don't know how long this went one but as soon as one cock pulled out my
ass, another one rammed in and as soon as one guy shot his load in my mouth
another one was on my chest feeding me even more cock.  Each of the guys
fucking my face held my hands down so I couldn't even try to resist.  I
think I must have passed out at this time but came to during a brief lull
when no cock was up and ass or being jammed down my throat.  I took that
opportunity to quickly roll over on my stomach, turn my face to the wall
and use both arms to pin myself in that position.  At least no one could
get at my cock to suck me off (I think I had cum about four times already
and was just about sucked dry, nor could they get their cocks in my mouth.
Unfortunately my ass was still exposed and again I was fucked by guy after
guy.  Again I think I pasted out and came too to find the room empty except
for me and a huge black guy who was plowing my ass pretty hard.  I begged
him to stop and to my great surprise, he immediately pulled out and asked
me didn't I want to be fucked?  I told him hell, NO and I had been lured
into this room when I was so drunk that I could hardly stand.  He said he
was sorry and that he knew he had a huge cock and never had fucked anybody
who hadn't wanted it.  He then admitted that this was the second time he
had fucked me and forced me to eat his cum that evening.  He really felt
badly about it and got me into a sitting position.  He told me to relax
that he would take care of me (yeah, right, I thought, just like the first
guy), get me cleaned up and back to my room.  We must have made a strange
sight as this big black guy (who still had a 10" cock flapping in front of
him and was at least 6'4 and must have weighed somewhere near 240# half
carrying me (I'm 5'9", 170#) down the hall to the showers and rest rooms.
I no sooner got there than I told him I had to puke.  He held my head over
the toilet as I vomited up all the cum I had been forced to eat during that
night.  He said Damn, they must have forced a could of quarts of cum down
you. I then begged or water and he guided me over to the water fountain
where he urged me to drink a lot.  I then had to puke again (he had relayed
that would be the reaction and even more cum came gushing out of my mouth.
Again he took me to water found where, this time, he just let me have a few
slips down my parched throat.  I then told him I can to ship and the said,
"No wonder." There is so much cum pouring out of your ass that it has been
running down your legs ever since I stood you up.  He then took me sit on
the toilet and told me to void myself of as much cum as I could.  The
minute I bore down the cum just gushed out of my ass as if it had been an
enema.  Again he said Damn, I think you must have been fucked my every guy
in the place tonight!  He then took me into the showers and washed my hair
(which was sticky with cum), and proceed to wash every inch of my body.  He
still had a huge erection and when he got to my ass I asked him please not
to fuck me again.  He said that was the furthest thing from his mind.  He
dried me off, helped me back to my room, told me to lock the door, get some
sleep, and he would stop by in the morning and make sure I got home safely.
I did so and was awaken the next morning by a gentle knocking at the door
and this deep voice asked if he could come in.  I recognized his voice and
let him in.  He was already dressed and proceeded to dress me, get me down
the stairs, hail a taxi and asked me where I lived.  I told him and in
about 10 minutes we were at my apartment.  He came in, took me straight to
my bedroom, undressed me, got me into a pair of pj's, got me a large glass
of water, and put me to bed.  He pulled the drapes shut, gave me a
surprisingly gentle kiss and asked if he could stop by that evening to
check on me.  I told him yes, just to get rid of him, and immediately fell
asleep.

This story continues in Part 2 (After the baths).  Hope you liked this one
and will like PART 2 as well




AFTER THE BATHS

I never thought I'd see this guy again (turns out his name is Andy) and was
a little surprised when the doorman asked if "Andy" could come up.  I said
yes and in a few minutes he was at my door.  He came in with a big smile
and asked how I was feeling.  I told him I was sore as hell and could
hardly stand to sit down.  He said he expected that and asked if he could
take care of me.  I asked him what they hell he meant by that and he
quickly said that he had no intention in forcing himself on me sexually but
was sure that the lining of my fuck chute had been rubbed raw and needed
some gentle lubricate.  With some doubts I allowed him to get me back to my
bed where he dropped my pj bottoms, had me lie on my back and pull my legs
up so he could get to my ass easily.  I said to myself that if he tried
anything I would hit him on the head with the heavy lamp on the nightstand.
Well, to my surprise, he got a tube of lubricant out of his pocket and
proceeded to gently and slowly rub it into the raw walls of my fuck chute.
It hurt. But it felt good at the same time, and I had to laugh.  He asked
me what the hell I thought was funny and I said that although I knew he was
trying to be gentle, his index finger was about as big as most of the cocks
that I had allowed to fuck me in college.  He laughed too and said he knew
he was big all over but that he would never force himself on me.  For some
reason, I believed him.  In part it might have been the fact that he was
one beautiful stud!  He had pale chocolate colored skin that was almost
totally hairless and as smooth as silk (what hair he had was more of a
curly brown than kinky), and a marvelous build - muscular but not
muscle-bound.  (I later found out that he lifted weights to stay in shape).
When he had finished using the lubricant on the walls of my ass chute, He
pulled his finger out and got another small bottle out of his pocked.  He
explained that this was an astringent that he thought would help to tighten
up my spincter muscle.  He said he remember that when he first fucked me I
had one of the tightest asses he had ever had but that right now my ass
hole looked more like that of a 60-year-old overworked whore's than
anything else!  We both laughed at that and he proceeded to rub astringent
gently on my ass hole.  Again he surprised me by how gentle he was for a
guy as big as he was!

When he finished, he helped me to dress myself and we went into the kitchen
to fix a couple of TV dinners.  While they heated, we both had a beer and
started to get better acquainted.  Well, he stayed until about 11 and I
again got so sleepy that I could hardly hold my head up, but we had both
learned a lot about each other.  He was very impressed with my new job and
how nice my apartment was.  He had a decent, but not very well-paying job
and had to share a small apartment with two other guys.  He again took me
back to the bed room and it seemed as natural as anything to allow him to
undress me, get me in pa's and put me to bed.  There was no way he could
have missed that I had a full erection and was obviously turned on by his
great body. As naturally as if he was saying "goodnight", he asked if he
could suck me off so that I would get a restful and relaxed night's sleep.
I told him thanks but that I didn't think I could have sex with anyone just
yet and didn't think it fair to let him suck me off while I did nothing to
reciprocate.  He said for me to forget it and proceed to give me the best
blowjob I think I had ever had.  When he had sucked me dry he asked if that
was to my liking.  I said "Hell, yes."  He gently kissed me on the lips and
was gone before I could say anything more.

The next day was Sunday and he called me about mid-morning (he had gotten
my phone number as he had left the night before) and asked if he could come
over.  I told him sure and within a few minutes the doorman was again
asking me if "Andy" could come up.  Again I said yes and again he came into
the apartment with a huge grin on his face.  He asked how I had slept and I
said better than I had in a long while and a lot of that was due to the
blowjob he had given me!  I got another big grin and again he took me into
my bedroom, pulled off my pj's and gave me another "lube" job as well as
rubbing more astringent on my asshole.  At this point it felt perfectly
natural to let him do whatever he wanted with my body, so I just relaxed
and enjoyed it.

Over the next couple of weeks he was over at my apartment almost every
other day to give me another "treatment" and spend the evening with me.  We
started to have dinner together pretty regularly and I took him to my
neighborhood gay bar where we each had a beer or two.  To my surprise, he
never made a sexual advance to me even though I repeatedly got fantastic
blowjobs from him.  That night as he started to give me another treatment,
he quickly saw that I again was fully erect.  He laughed and said he would
take care of that as soon as he finished with my ass.  I surprised him and
myself by asking him to strip so we could 69.  He asked was I damn sure I
really wanted to do that and that I should never feel that I had to
reciprocate.  I said I was sure and he quickly got his clothes off.  When
he dropped his shorts, his huge fully hard 10" cock sprang out and he again
asked me if I was sure.  I said I was damn certain and that he should be
his big ass in my bed so I could get at his cock.  He laughed but quickly
did so.  I don't think I have ever enjoyed a 69 session more.  I couldn't
get more than half his cock down my throat but just licking and sucking his
huge cockhead put me in heaven.  We came at just about the same time and
sucked each other dry.  His cum was about twice the volume of mine but I
took it all and relished its sweetness. When we had sucked each other dry,
he swung his body around, took me in his arms and told me he was falling in
love with me.

He asked if I thought there was any chance that we might have a long-term
relationship.  I told him to shut up, get under the covers and let me get
to sleep with my head on his chest while he held me.  He laughed but
quickly did so and I fell asleep almost immediate.  When I awoke the next
morning, I found him gently sucking on my cock.  I groaned with
satisfaction and told him I loved him too but doubted that I would ever
allow myself to be fucked by anyone (let along him).




I wanted to know if he wanted to continue our affair on that uncertain a
basis.  .He turned and looked at meand said that with time he thought he
could change that attitude and could really like to try.  .  I told him
that with that understanding, he could move in with me.  I told him that I
was certain and that I didn't think I could ever get enough of his great
body.  He moved in the next day and we quickly found ourselves to be
totally compatible.  I don't think he was ever fully convinced that a cute
Southern boy would actually want to have a love affair with a big black guy
with a grossly oversized cock (remember this was at the height of the
segregation crisis) but I eventually convinced him that I did and that his
color meant far less to me than his inner kindness, gentleness and obvious
care and affection for me.  It was a long time before I invited him to fuck
me and when he did it was the most tender, gentle fuck I can remember.  My
ass is now used to his cock and I can take him with great pleasure (much to
his delight).  I keep telling him I wished he would fuck me more often but
he always said: " No, man - when I first fucked you your ass was as tight
as a baby's (just the way I like it) and I'm NEVER going to do ANYTHING
that would make it lose that tightness - I ration the number of times I
allow myself to fuck you.  You, on the other hand can fuck me as often and
as long as hard as you want - just tell me drop my pants and bend over and
my ass is yours!  Besides, 69ing with you seem to give both of us a hell of
a lot of pleasure- especially since we started to finger fuck each other
while we sucked. " We both laughed at that, fell to the floor and proceeded
to have as wild sex as we had ever had before! We've been together for five
years now and I think that this is a relationship that is going to last.  I
sure as hell hope so!



This ends the first two parts of a longer story, the third part is listed
under the title "More Abut Big Andy and Me in NYC".  If you liked parts 1
and 2 you may be interested in reading part 3 - if so let me know what you
think!  Thanks!