Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 19:28:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali Baba Baths

The Ali Baba Baths
By Bald Hairy Man

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

I had the misfortune of graduating from college in a bad year when jobs
were both rare and hard to get.  I found out about a teaching position at
the Manhattan School for Boys.  It was a good school. It paid new teachers
poorly, but I needed something.  I had been a science major at a college
and the school's Science Master, had keeled over dead after 40 years of
service. They needed someone quickly and I was available. New York was an
expensive city even in 1904.  I found a room at Mrs. Johnsons' Rooming
House and could eat for free in the school's dining hall.

The room in Mrs. Johnson's did not include a bath, so I would need to find
a place to bathe. The City had Public Baths, but these were quite distant.
While wandering around on a Saturday, I found the Ali Baba Turkish Bath
just three blocks from my room and located on the way to my school.

I gave it a try.  The owner purported to be named Omar and he wore a
turban. While I very well could have been more Turkish than he was, Omar
was a big, cheerful man and was willing to let me in for a quarter. The Ali
Baba was small, but clean and had a pool in the basement of the place. I
loved to swim and this feature attracted me.

Omar gave me a towel and turned me over to his assistant, Murad to show me
around. I went to a locker room and stored my clothes in a well-ventilated
locker and then to the bath itself. The baths possessed a feature that was
new to me, a shower bath. The water came from nozzles on the ceiling and
was like taking a bath in warm rain. I liked this lot.  After this I went
to a steam room and then to the pool on the lower level.

This was an all male bath, and everyone was nude except for the towels.
While some men covered their privates, a few seemed to be unconcerned about
their nakedness. This was quite new to me, but struck me as being very
modern and new. I returned a few days later and enjoyed the place a second
time. This time Murad was taking the fees and Omar took me around. Most of
the members were older men, but all seemed affable and pleasant.

Omar was a hairy, bear of a man who knew everyone and introduced me to
many. At first, it was odd to be introduced to naked men, but I soon got
use to that.

A quarter for each visit would easily become expensive on my tight budget.
I spoke to Omar and explained my situation. He said he had a special deal
if I paid a dollar a week, I could have unlimited visits to the baths.  I
had almost nothing to do in my spare time, so the chance to swim regularly
was attractive.

I wanted to agree, but I was afraid that was still too expensive. Omar
leaned close to me. "This may sound odd, but if you were to stay nude
except for drying off as you leave, I could reduce the fee to 75 cents a
week," he said.  I must have had a puzzled look on my face. "The older men
like handsome young men like you to look at," he explained. I wasn't sure
about that but I could afford 75 cents.  It was a deal.

Teaching school was very demanding and the school was demanding too. While
the paid me little, they demanded much. My late predecessor, Mr. Brown, had
last updated the curriculum in the 1880s, so I had to start from scratch.
Several of the students were greatly appreciative of my efforts. I did
demonstrations of Electricity and the telephone and the students
appreciated my explanatiosn of these modern marvels. The workload was great
and the ability to relax at the Ali Baba baths was a godsend for me. I
could get away from the school and relax.

After I had been going to the baths for two weeks I noticed that fewer and
fewer men were wearing towels and most were now naked. This was new to me,
but not unattractive. I had lived in a small town in southern Vermont were
everyone was fully dressed all the time.  In the cold winter we buried
ourselves in heavy clothes. I rarely saw my father without a tie and vest.

In the summer, I had gone skinny dipping in the millpond with other boys,
but truthfully I had never seen an adult males privates before the Ali Baba
Baths. Much to my surprise, the adult male organ excited me in unexpected
ways. I also noted that my own equipment seem to be generously scaled.
Frankly, the hot temperatures in the baths showed my equipment to
advantage. The cold temperature of the Millpond shriveled them up. My hand
could easily insure modesty at the pond, but was quite inadequate to the
task here.

I had assumed all genitals were about the same. The most cursory look
around the steam room of the baths indicated male organs were greatly
varied in size and character. This rather intrigued me.

By the third week visiting the baths, I discovered my own genitals had
intrigued several of the older members. Most of these men were unmarried,
older working men or businessmen with little to do at night or in their
spare time. Most of them were most regular in their habits and were at the
baths when I was there.

At first, they covered their privates. As they got use to me, they left
their genitals exposed.  By the third week, they fondled themselves
discretely. Their privates began to firm up and grow. I was surprised that
some quite modest organs could be quite impressive when excited. My own
organ tended to respond to the excitement.

I was embarrassed, but the men sitting next to me had no problem with that
at all. Indeed, I notice several men were not as relaxed as they had been.
It would be incorrect to say I was a complete innocent. I had a friend
growing up, Bobby, with whom I had experimented. This consisted of looking
at each other's organs and actually touching them once and a while.

Bobby discovered what was then called the solitary vice and told me about
it. Actually, he did a demonstration.  I was greatly excited seeing this,
but I assumed that it was particular to him.  I couldn't believe my own
organ might perform the same way. A week later, I found out otherwise. It
was a revelation.

Unfortunately, Bobby's parents sent him to a boarding school, and I was
left alone.  My Father was the schoolmaster, so I had few close friends. My
father taught Greek and Latin and did not approve of my interest in modern
science.  He seemed to think that electricity was a passing fancy, and
disapproved of steam-powered engines. This caused considerable turmoil as
my interests in science deepened.

Curiously, my scientific interests included no interest in girls or
women. My mother was a semi-invalid. While I loved her, I tended to think
of women as impossibly fragile things demanding constant care. I think my
father found comfort and solace in the Classics. I found it in the exciting
world of modern science.

I was slightly aware of men such as Oscar Wilde, but I never associated
with artistic types or the very clever, stylish and witty men at college. I
spent much of my time in the laboratories at school, with like-minded men
such as myself.

The men at the Ali Baba were not much like Mr. Wilde.  They were sober,
hardworking men much engaged in business pursuits. Since I knew these men
either naked or wearing a towel, I had no real idea of their social status.
Clothes make the man, they say. They don't actually make the man, but they
surely cover him up, and create an image. Naked you can't tell if a man is
a laborer or a millionaire.

One evening, I was sitting on a marble bench in the steam room between
Alonzo, a beefy banker, and Karl, a cabinetmaker.

Omar came in. "Is everything fine here?" he asked.

"Things could not be better," Karl responded. He was at half-staff, as was
I.  Alonzo had been playing with his fore skin. "The temperature is
perfect."

Omar wore a robe of vaguely mid eastern character. Somehow, his belt gave
way and the robe opened. I was sitting on a bench and his genitals were at
eye level. He too was at half-staff. Omar was unconcerned about the
exposure. I must confess his semi-erect cock did nothing to diminish my
excitement nor Alonzo's or Karl's.

"This is a nice quiet night here," Omar said.  "Everyone here is an old
friend; they are very friendly men."

I was staring directly at his cock and saw the head was entirely
exposed. His cock head was large, apricot sized and had a wide slit.  There
was no collar of skin at the back of the knob, and I realized he was
circumcised.  I had never seen a circumcised cock before.

Karl reached over and stroked my member. "Omar has a nice one, doesn't he?"
he asked.

"We are all men here," Alonzo added. "I must admit, I admire a well
equipped man."

I managed to say, "It is impressive." No one had touched my cock since
Bobby and that had been more than a decade earlier. It would have been an
understatement to say I was uneasy, but unexpectedly, I was far more
excited than uneasy. While I wasn't sure I wanted to continue, I very much
didn't want it to stop.

In some ways, the odd combination of desire and fear paralyzed me.  Karl's
hand stroking my cock generating feelings of great pleasure. I continued to
stare at Omar's organ. It continued to grow to full erection and Omar took
a step closer. It was all but in my face. I had no idea what to do, or
indeed, what I wanted to do.

As it turned out, Karl, Alonzo and Omar knew what I wanted as did the other
men in the room. They all knew what I wanted. Omar took another step
forward. "Open your mouth," he said. I obeyed. Alonzo moved and his mouth
engulfed my cock as my mouth engulfed Omar's huge cock head. As my lips
encircled his knob, a wave of pleasurable feelings swept over me.  It
wasn't a wave; it was more like a tidal wave of sensation.

Looking back, I would have thought that having my first sexual experience
in a public bathhouse surrounded by men I barely knew would have been
shocking and frightening. It was quite the opposite. I had no expectations
or understanding of sex at all. Everyone else in the room was more
experienced and willing to guide and help me.

This may sound like the heartless old rake deflowering a virgin, but that
wasn't the case. I got much more from them, than I gave them, or at least
that was the way it seemed to me. I later found out more about the Ali Baba
baths.

Omar owned the baths, but he was a wealthy man who treated the baths as a
hobby. He could pick and chose who joined the baths and he could get rid of
any undesirable elements. He liked men who were affable, pleasant and of
course interested in sexual pleasure. Most of all he wanted men who could
give pleasure as well as receive it.

Later, Omar told me he liked men who could both play the active and passive
role.  He felt that men who had taken a cock were better able to understand
what the bottom felt as the mounted them. This was a preference, not a
rule. Some men were magnificent tops; others were complete bottoms. Omar
also felt sharing he taste of your personal cock juices was a beautiful
thing. "It is the only truly edible thing a man makes," he explained.  Of
course some men found it difficult to take sperm; Omar understood.

"Men are most complex," Omar said, "It is the total man that counts, not
just a collection of personal preferences and tastes."  Omar told me some
men were resistant to the joys of man sex. "Some have been brought up to
regard any pleasure as unhealthy or evil.  It is very hard to get them to
accept pleasure as a part of human life."

I was definitely not one of those men. I loved it the second I made contact
with Omar's beautiful organ. I did not anticipate the overwhelming nature
of the emotions, indeed I wasn't aware emotions could be that strong.
Alonzo's tongue bath of my cock was good, but my own tongue's exploration
of Omar's genitals was even more so.

Omar was a big, gorilla of a man, but every movement of my tongue against
his cock caused a reaction.  He twitched, shivered and moaned. This excited
me further. This crude man had a tender and responsive cock. I felt most
appreciated.

At first, I concentrated on Omar's impressive cock head. His organ was too
thick for me to take much of the shaft. The head had a well-defined edge,
and this was the most tender part of the organ, so I licked it. This
induced shivers of pleasure in Omar's massive body. Eventually my tongue
encountered his wide slit.  I think I was afraid I might taste urine there,
but it was fine. I got my tongue into it and licked the inside of his cum
tunnel.

After a while, I began to taste something sweet. This tasted good and soon
I seemed to sucking it out of his balls. It was lovely. I had encountered
precum for the first time and I loved it.

"Can't hold back any more!" Omar cried. Suddenly he spurted huge globs of
semen into my mouth.  I had once tasted Bobby's on a dare, so I knew what
it tasted like. I had collected Bobby's from a puddle on his gut. Omar's
was fresh from his balls, hot and almost steamy. Sperm doesn't taste that
good to me, but when served directly from his balls and spurting through
his cock, I liked it. It was intensely masculine.

We broke a part, but Karl kissed me.  I was shocked, but he got his tongue
in my mouth and sampled Omar's cock juices. A little later, I was sucking
Karl's cock as a man I didn't know sucked me. Karl's cock was long, but
comparatively thin and I could take the entire organ into my mouth, this
was very exciting. A minute later Karl began to shiver, and his balls
released his man seed.  As this happened I began to shoot.  I didn't have
time to warn the man sucking me, but that wasn't necessary. He gobbled my
seed as if it were a rare delicacy.

We all calmed down after this. I was still a bit dizzy; the men seemed to
know that and were kind. "You did that very well," Omar said.

"I don't know what got into me," I replied.

"Well as long as it gets into you regularly, that will be good enough for
us," the man who had been sucking me said. "My name is Augustus, by the
way."

"I am Walter," I replied. "I should have warned you. I've never done that
before."

"You are a virgin?"

I nodded. "Well hot damn," Augustus replied. "I'm not sure I have ever
taken a load from a man on his maiden voyage before. You were very
good. Let me predict you are a natural in the sexual arts! "

"When I first saw you I had a good feeling about you," Omar said. "You fit
in so well."

Augustus cradled me in his arms as another man I didn't know came over and
began to suck my semi-erect cock.

"You don't need to do that!" I exclaimed.

Augustus and Omar laughed. "Tibor doesn't need to do that, he enjoys it,"
Omar said. "Your cock was still drooling the remains of your orgasm. It is
better to lick it up from the spigot, than to wipe it up from the floor. It
is a rule of bath hygiene."

"Well, if it keeps it neat," I muttered. I later found out that was only
partly true. It did indeed keep the place cleaner and semen is indeed
slippery. Tibor was actually testing to see if I could get erect again. He
was very skilled in the oral arts, and soon had me fully erect.

I had planned to go home after my orgasm, but they talked with me, a kept
me there until I was ready to go again. In many ways, the men seemed to
know more about what I wanted than I did.  I thought I wanted a quiet walk
home and then go to bed. Once I was erect, again I wanted more cock. The
steam room had six or seven men there when I first connected. Now there
were perhaps a dozen or more. All were interested in me.

Frankly, I was interested in them. In my brief time with Omar, Alonzo and
Karl I realized male genitals were greatly varied as were the ways a man
could stimulate the organ. I had assumed the male penis was similar to the
finger.  Both were long, thin projections. While a finger can be long and
thin, or short and stubby, this does not affect the handshake and a short
fingers can feel as well a long ones.

Sucking Omar's thick and massive organ was very different from taking
Karl's long, thin organ. I could take Karl's entire organ into my mouth,
while I could only get a portion of Omar's member. Omar oozed his sweet
cock juices as soon as my lips touched his knob. Karl's juices began to
flow only immediately before his climax. Omar's orgasm began with an almost
volcanic eruption, followed by a continuous flow of his manly juices. Karl
shot off in ten or twelve well-defined volleys.

 I like each approach in its own way, and I was eager to find out if the
other men had even more varied sexual anatomy. I wanted to know more about
the other men in the room. They wanted to know more about me. It was a near
prefect arrangement. Several men took turns sucking my cock; others fed me
their organs. I soon realized a steady diet of man cock and men's juices
was more than acceptable to me.