Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 09:31:32 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: After the Bar

After the Bar - or - My first time at the baths

This happened way back in the mid '70's.  Back in a time when the worst
thing you could get by having sex could be cured with penecillin.

I was in my early 20's then.  And for those of you who have not read my
other stories, I guess I better describe myself.  I am 6' tall, 56" chest,
36' waist, well muscled all over due to having been lifting weights since I
was 12.  In those years I weighed in at about 200 lbs . virtually no fat.
Decent sized biceps & thighs and not bad definition on the rest of me.  I
had dark hair and hazel eyes that changed color depending on my mood and/or
what I was wearing.  I've had a moustache since I was 14 ... and from the
age of 12 I have been totally covered by dark hair ... back to front
... top to bottom.  Also, despite my rather large size, I have, what I have
always felt was, an embarrassingly small penis and balls.  When soft I
would guess it is no more than 2 inches ... when it isn't trying to suck up
into my body to hide completely.  When hard, its about medium thickness and
on a VERY good day MIGHT get close to 6".  My ballsack rarely actually
hangs.  It prefers to stay snug up tight to my body it seems.

Although I am embarrassed by my cock's size ... no one has ever made a
negative remark about it.  In fact, most guys look at it and say that its
"perfect for sucking".  Which is good because although I do allow the odd
guy to fuck me, I do not fuck guys.  That is a story in itself which I
might share another time.  I never really thought I let too many guys fuck
me.  But I am thinking, since starting to share my experiences with you,
the readers on Nifty, it seems a lot of them have included those times I
was fucked.  But, comparing the number of experiences I am sharing, to the
number of experiences I've had ... in that comparison, no, I was not fucked
very often <vbg> What can I say?  I was a "sex hound" aka "a slut" for a
lot of years.

Okay ... enough of that ... on with this experience.

At this time in my life ... I had been having sex with guys since I was 11
... but that had always been with friends and acquaintances I was growing
up with in my small farm community town.  I had gone to college .. but
commuted back and forth until I graduated.  So when I moved to the city
... I was still pretty naive about life and the ways of the world.  When I
was 21, I decided I liked sex with guys more than girls .. so blasted the
doors off my closet, informing family and friends and my employers.  It
took a few months, but luckily everyone eventually came around and accepted
me as I am.  I came to this realization about 6 months after I had moved
3,000 miles away to a city where I knew no one.  But, I am nice guy and
made friends easily and quickly.

After "coming out" it was almost another year before I got up my nerve to
actually go to a gay bar.  And this experience happened shortly after I
started frequenting the bars on weekends.  I lived in a suburb, I had no
car, so I relied on the public transit to get me there and back.

One night, I missed the last bus home.  I did not have money enough for a
hotel room or a taxi ... and pretty much didn't know what to do.  It was
too far to walk and there were laws against hitchhiking within the city
limits.  A couple guys I recognized from the bar were walking by and I
guess they sensed something might be wrong ... so I told them my
predicament.  The one guy said normally I could of bunked out in his
bachelor apartment with him ... but then he pulled his buddy closer and
said that unfortunately he was going to be real busy that night ... he
hoped.  Anyway, as naive as I was ... I knew what he meant.

He suggested I go to the baths.  He said I had enough money for a room and
would have enough left over for the bus in the morning ... so I would be
all set.  I had never been to a bath, I had heard them mentioned a time or
two, but I really had no clue yet what they were all about.  This guy said
they were walking past there to get to his place and they would show me
where it was.  So I tagged along with them.

In the few short blocks we had to walk, he told me a bit more about what to
expect in the bath ... that I could just go into my room and shut the door
and no one would bug me.  Or if I wanted some action ... leave the door
open and if someones interested they come in.  But when they left me at the
stairway leading down to the establishment I was still real nervous and
unsure ... but I didn't have much choice unless I wanted to wander the
streets all night.  Which I didn't.

So down the stairs I go.  The attendant was real friendly and gave me my
room key and a towel and locked my valuables in a security lock box Because
he wasn't busy and he knew I had never been there before, he told me he
would show me around.  His tour showed me where the showers were (which was
one big open room with a dozen or so shower heads, the steam room and sauna
which opened directly off of the shower room, the TV room.  I found it
strange that I had not seen anyone else any where yet.  He guided me down a
hallway that had a bunch of doors ... and he showed me which one was mine.
He suggested maybe I strip down and put on my towl ... and then he would
finish the tour.

I expected him to back away from the door or lean against a wall or
something to give me a bit of privacy but he just stood leaning in the
doorway waiting for me.  I turned my back to him and stripped off all my
clothes and hung them on the available hooks.  As I pulled off my pants I
heard him mutter something like "mmmmm ... nice" ... but otherwise he was
quiet through my unexpected performance.  I wrapped the towel around me and
secured it then grabbed my key from the bed where I'd left it and walked
towards him.  I stopped in front of him because he didn't seem too eager to
move ... then he asked for my key.  I gave it to him and he showed me how
the band it was on was expandable .. and he slipped it onto my wrist and
told me I could also put it on my ankle if I'd rather have it there.  I
thanked him again for sharing his tidbits of information.  We closed the
door to my room and he continued his tour ... showing me an area that had
what they called were rooms ... but these were less expensive because they
had no doors.  He told me in that area, if you want privacy ... you just
hang your towel across the opening ... or leave the doorway clear if you
want company.  He then told me about people that just want a locker
... they don't have a bed, unless they hook up with someone that has a
room.

Next thing I know we exit out of another door and we are back close to
where I entered the bath.  I thanked him and told him I had better make use
of the shower before I turned in ... I imagined I was pretty rank after
having danced pretty much the whole night.  And I was getting tired because
of all the booze I had drank.  I was feeling the booze just enough so I
wasn't as inhibited about my hairy body as I would have been had I been
sober.  As we parted, I thanked him again and he called back telling me to
enjoy myself.

In those days, I was a real easy target for anyone who was just looking to
have a good time.  Part of it was my naivety, and part I guess was due to
me not really knowing yet what "gay life" was really about and wanting
desperately to fit in.  Anyway, in retrospect, it seems any guy who was
nice to me and blew in my ear ... I was theirs.  Like I said .. easy
target.

So I went to the showers, hung up my towel, turned on the water and started
soaping down.  I had assumed there were guys behind the closed doors of the
rooms in the area my room was in ... and on the tour I noticed a few rooms
with towels covering the openings ... so I figured there must be other guys
in the bath.  I just hadn't seen any one else except the attendant.

I was shampooing my hair when I heard a sudden baritone "Hi" from behind
me.  I nearly jumped through the roof.  The guy chuckled and apologized for
startling me and I told him it was okay.  Then reached out and shook his
offered hand.  He took the showerhead next to me.  And started soaping
himself up while starting up a conversation.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before.  Are you new here?" he
asked

"Yes" I said "first time.  First time in a bath .. period"

"Well ... welcome to the family" he said "Most of the guys that come here
are regulars .  You think you might become a regular?"

"I don't know.  Depends how often I miss the last bus home" I said with a
chuckle.

I was by then soaping down my butt and reaching as high up on my back as I
could.

"Can I wash your back for you?"

"Yeah ... sure ... thanks.  I appreciate it."  I had never had anyone wash
my back for me so I was unprepared for how good it felt.

I thought at first I had let a moan escape ... but then I realized it was
from the guy washing my back.  I glanced over my shoulder at him and I
guess he picked up on my question.

"I really enjoy guys with hairy bodies ... and I just love it when I am
given a chance to shower with one."

He was soaping my whole back ... but it felt like he was giving me a
backrub too.  It felt great.  Then when he started going down to my butt
... I suddenly jumped and moved away ... surprising even myself.  I was now
facing him and getting my first good look at him.

He was, I would guess, in his late 30's or early 40's, a bit of gray
through his dark brown hair, brown eyes, moustache and a days worth of
stubble.  He had a moderate bit of hair across his chest ... speckled with
gray ... that fanned out across his pecs then tapered across his abdomen to
meet his fairly thick patch of pubic hair.  His dick looked to be about
maybe 4"soft and sitting on a full looking set of balls.  His legs were
lightly hairy.  He was not well muscled or anything close, just a regular
guy with a medium build and just the barest hint that he might be
developing a paunch.  He was taller than me ... so I would guess maybe 6'2"
or 6'3".  Not classically handsome ... but certainly not hard to look at.

He apologized if he had "stepped out of bounds" with his soaping.  I
apologized for jumping like that ... I blamed it on just being nervous
generally, and more so because I was in an unfamiliar surrounding.  He then
held out the soap to me with a smile and asked if I would mind washing his
back.  I smiled back and took the soap and he turned around.  I soaped his
back, trying to make my soaping of him feel as good as his soaping of me
was.

I noticed he had a fine looking butt ... and every once in a while the
cheeks would dimple in a bit making his butt look even tighter.  I got down
to the small of his back and was unsure whether I should proceed .. given
it was at this point I jumped away from his hands.  As if reading my mind,
he said, "You can go lower if you want.  Its up to you though.".

When I continued lower with my soapy hands, he leaned forward with his
hands on the shower wall and he spread his legs.  I washed his asscheeks,
one in each hand, around the bottom and then up his crack spending a few
seconds rubbing around his pucker.  I loved the feel of his butt ... and
the moans I could illicit from him as I massaged them over and over again.
But at the same time, I was constantly looking around, ready to stop the
instant someone elses presense was detected.

He slowly stood upright and turned his back and butt into the spray to
rinse the soap off.  He was smiling and as I looked down his front I could
see where he had a nice semi going ... now about 6" and a little thicker
than mine ... and circumsized.

"Will you let me finish soaping you down now?" he asked.

"I don't know.  I am so nervous of someone walking in and catching us."

"It's a bath.  That is what goes on here."

"Well, if we were alone in private I wouldn't hesitate to let you.  But
here, right out in the open.  I am too nervous."

"I have an idea" he said and walked over to a pile of smaller towels laying
on a ledge.  He walked back and wet the towel under the shower then walked
around behind me.  He brought the towel up to my eyes and made to tie it
like a blind fold.  I put my hand up to stop him.

"Look" he said "there is hardly anyone here tonight.  And besides you and
me, I am positive everyone else is sleeping in their rooms.  I was just
thinking you are nervous because you feel this shower is too open.  So if I
put the blindfold on you, then you can imagine we are totally in private
and maybe you won't be as skittish about it.  No one is going to sneak up
on us."

I let him talk me into it ... and I have to admit ... with the blindfold on
I could imagine it was just the two of us somewhere totally private.  He
started once again soaping my back, making it feel even better than it did
the first time.  Then as he went lower, I mimiced what he'd done and leaned
on my hands against the wall and spread my legs a bit.  As relaxed as I
was, I was still trying to keep my ears open for anyone approaching.  He
washed my ass, doing to me what I had done to him, but then instead of just
circling my pucker he started easing in one finger from time to time.

Then he started down my legs ... giving each of them each their own
massage/soaping ... and each time he brought his hands up my legs ... one
hand would slip through to rub my ballsack and now fully erect cock
.. while the other went once more to slip his finger once more up my
pucker.

After a time ... he took my shoulders and guided my under the water and
made sure all the soap was gone ... and then he pushed my shoulders towards
the wall gently until my back was leaning against it and the water spray
was gently hitting my crotch area.  The force of the water causing my hard
cock to be constantly stimulated while the residual spray hit my abdomen
then flowed down though my pubic hair to caress my balls before it it
cascaded to the floor.

He began to soap my chest ... rubbing my pecs and tweaking my nipples with
his soapy fingers ... and then he rinsed the soap off and replaced his
teasing fingers with his lips.  I had had sex with guys before for years of
course ... but this man, I felt my body being made love to for the first
time.  What this man was doing to me ... it felt so much more than the
playing around I had done up until then.  He continued like that down my
abdomen, and then I felt him once again soaping my dick and balls.  I was
moaning and groaning up a storm ... but trying desperately to keep it
quiet.

Then he rinsed off my front and again moved me out of the spray, and once
again leaned me back against the wall.  I almost screamed when he suddenly
took my hard cock into his hot mouth.  I was so turned on by this man that
I don't think I lasted a dozen strokes of his talented mouth.  I urgently
whispered that I was cumming ... but he just grabbed my hips and held me as
deep as I could.  Through clenched teeth I hissed my orgasm as I shot
volley after volley down his waiting throat.  He didn't lose a drop of my
significant load.

I quickly softened in his mouth and he let my now soft cock go.  He then
pulled me forward and turned me around until once again I was leaning on my
hands against the shower wall, legs spread and he was once again caressing
my hairy back.  I sensed him kneeling behind me and then, another first, I
felt his tongue licking around my pucker and then trying to force itself
through my entrance.  Again and again his tongue tried to push through and
finally he succeeded and I felt one of the best sensations of my life.  The
more his tongue pounded through the entrance ... the more relaxed my pucker
became.

I wanted to feel this man inside me ... and I wanted, or felt I needed to
give him the chance to get his rocks off because he got me off in a
fantastic way.  I had been fucked before .. but not for about 7 or 8 years
... so I was nervous about it.  So I relaxed my pucker as best I could.
Long minutes of his tongue led to a sudden burning sensation as he shove a
finger far up my butt.  He pistoned that finger in a few times ... and then
more burning and now some pain as he added a second finger.  The short
lived pain I was expecting while my butthole got used to the intruders
... but this burning was something new.  Then, the guy stood up, withdrew
his fingers and quickly replaced it with the head of his cock.  He did not
wait but shoved his length all the way up my butt until I felt his pubes on
my butt cheeks.  No pain this time, I guess his fingers had done their work
... but that damned burning again.  Then he started fucking me like there
was no tomorrow.  He reached around and played with my soft cock until it
was hard again and he started matching his fucking to his stroking of my
cock.  I quickly forgot the burning in my butt as I could feel another
climax rising.

He came with a boisterous bellow that echoed throughout the shower ... and
while he was still shooting his load up my butt ... I shot another load
onto the shower wall.  My asshole clamping down with my orgasm causing
another loud groan to escape my fuckers lips.  He must have cum buckets,
because when he pulled out I felt his sperm running down my legs.  As my
orgasm subsided, I collapsed standing up against the wall .. my fucking
partner sat down on the floor leaning back on his hands.

I took the blindfold off ... and only then became aware we had an audience.
Three guys with tented towels plus the attendent who was also showing wood
started to applaud.  I looked down at my sex partner totally aghast ... but
when I saw him with a wide smile laying down there on the floor ... I too
began to smile.  I guess when they realized I wasn't going to freak out
... a somewhat pudgy older guy tossed his towel aside and walked into the
shower.  He turned me around again to lean up against the wall with my butt
sticking out and he went down and plastered his lips around my still
leaking pucker.  Suddenly he started spitting and stood up glaring at the
guy who just fucked me and angrily said ...

"You perverted fucker.  Why the hell did you use soap as lube.  You are one
sick mother fucker"

Then he turned to me and smiled and asked if I would mind if he helped
clean me up.  I told him to go for it ... and he used his hands as best he
could to wash away all the remnants of my having had sex.  When I was clean
again ... he walked me over to the two other towel clad guys and they
proceeded to dry me off.  When I was sufficiently dry ... the attendant
handed me my towel and said he would show me how to get back to my room.

Exhausted, I followed him ... he took my key and opened the door and let me
go through before him.  I was surprised when he followed me in and closed
the door.  He put my key on the bedside shelf ... took my towel off and
hung it on a hook on the wall and then guided me down to lay on my back on
the bed.  He reached down, found and then started stroking my soft cock.  I
told him I thought the little guy was done for the night ... but he just
smiled and said he knew a few tricks.  I think that was an understatement.
In record time I was in his mouth and ready to shoot again.  When I shot,
it wasn't as much as the first two times ... but I guess he got a good
mouthful just the same.  I felt I should help to get him off ... but he
thanked me as he patted my hand away and told me that that he saves for his
wife.  With a smile he left my room making sure the door was locked.

I slept really well for a few hours ... then it was time to catch one of
the early buses home.  That was my first visit to a steam bath ... but it
certainly wasn't my last.