Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2011 05:25:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali Baba Baths 10

Ali Baba Baths 10
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 any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

Robert wanted to talk. Bobby was a friend and Robert had questions that
were too embarrassing to ask in front of a friend. Like most men in our
situation, we were uneasy about sex, and nothing in our backgrounds of
education suggested we could speak openly about sex. If sex was a problem,
sex with other men was even more so.

Robert had long labored under the misunderstanding that he was the only man
in the world who had these sexual feelings and drives. He was deeply
ashamed of them and terrified someone would find out. As a child,
schoolmates had teased him about his small stature and he thought perhaps
he was meant to be a woman.

"Well, if you were meant to be a woman, you would be the woman with the
biggest cock I have even seen!" I said. Robert burst out laughing. "Not
only would it win an award for the biggest locally grown cock at the county
fair, but I can assure you it is in full working condition. It's in tip-top
shape!"

I had one advantage over Robert. My father's emphasis on the Classics meant
I had a full background in Greek Literature and knew of Greek love.  Robert
had a more modern education.  I assured him that many men shared our
tastes. Robert was relieved.  He then told me had thought his tastes were
due to his hot-house flower type education. "Farmers, working men and
mechanics don't have these feelings," he told me.

I told him about the Ali Baba Baths. This was a complete revelation to
him. I explained the baths served men of greatly varied backgrounds and all
the members shared similar sexual tastes. "Let me assure you that laborers
on a construction site like cock too!" The fire warmed the room well and we
were lying naked on top of the bedclothes. Robert's cock was a thermometer
indicating his state of excitement and arousal.

When it told him about the baths, his cock twitched and oozed. He was most
excited.  Naked man can't hide anything, and Robert had no secrets. I
licked his cock. He twitched and oozed for me. We were soon mouth to cock.
He could take my entire organ. As I was sucking his cock at the same
time. I soon shot off and he took my load. This too induced an increase in
his sweet cock juices.  It clearly excited him.

Bobby woke up and joined in. While one of us was usually recovering from an
orgasm, the other two continued to play. I discovered neither man was aware
of his prostate's potential. I gently worked a finger in their asses and
massaged the little pleasure gland. They weren't too enthusiastic at first,
but the prostate doesn't allow detachment.

I soon realized Bobby and Robert we in love. As I massaged the little gland
in their asses, they kissed and hugged in wild, romantic abandon. This
excited me. Sex at the Ali Baba was for fun and release. It was rarely
romantic. Robert had a tight ass and I had only one finger stroking his
prostate. With two fingers in Bobby I gave his gland a real workout. I felt
his it turn rock hard. I was close enough to take the first spurts. Some
splattered on Robert's hairy body. That was enough to send him over the
edge. I was able to get each man's cock head in my mouth and savor their
man juices.

I didn't swallow and then I kissed them. Bobby was pleased when he
discovered my cream filled mouth. Robert was shocked, but he ejaculated
again when he realized it was his lover's sperm. By now, it was getting
late and the storm was getting worse. They left for home before dark. It
had been a good day.

I had to get back to New York, but Bobby asked if he could visit me
sometime. Of course, I said yes. Robert also dropped by and made the same
request. He said he had to visit New York at the end of January and might
have some free time. I told him I would love to see him again.  "Do you
think you might be able to take me to the bath you mentioned?" he asked.  I
told him I would enjoy that.

When I returned to New York I found a small apartment near the school. My
father had been a frugal man, and with the modest inheritance, I was able
to afford more comfortable place than the rooming house I had lived in. I
sent for some furniture to be shipped to me from my father's house. I was
at a loss as to what to do with the house itself.  It was the family home,
but I had no desire to live there. New York now was my home.

A week later, I received word that a fire had burned and portion of the
"French Village." This was the part of town inhabited by French Canadians,
including Mme. Desjardins. It destroyed her home. I sent a telegram
offering her the use of my house until she could get back on her feet. I
knew she was a widow and supported several children.

I received a telegram from Father Sullivan accepting the offer and thanking
me profusely. A week later Mme, Desjardin sent me a letter thanking me
profusely. There was a portion of the letter in French that Mme. Desjardin
wrote herself. The house problem was resolved for a while.

I got a nasty letter from a friend of my Father's saying he would be
rolling in his grave to have a French Canadian working-woman living in the
house my mother had lived in. I sent a curt letter back saying my father
had never looked down on a hard working person in his life, least of all a
widow in need. Becoming settled in my new apartment took much work, so I
was busy.

My classes were going well and the parents had asked if I could teach
additional classes in more advanced scientific subjects. I was pleased to
do this but it did involve extra work. I also became the schools contact
with Mr. White and the building contractors repairing the dormitory. I got
along well with them and seemed to have a better understanding of the
construction process than did the headmaster.

I was shocked when I got a telegram form Robert saying he would be in New
York in a few days.  I had been so busy, I had forgotten about that. He
asked me to recommend a hotel. I responded that I had an extra bed in my
apartment and he was welcome to use it. I didn't provide meals, but the
room was available.  This was fine for him.

I met him at the station and we took a cab to my apartment. Robert was
familiar with Boston, but had never been to New York. He was attending
meetings at Columbia University during the day, but was free at
night. Columbia's new campus on Morningside Heights was a
marvel. Mr. White's partner had done the design and it was impressive in
every way. Robert had dinner at Columbia and then met me after dinner at my
apartment. The second day he was there we went to the Baths.

I introduced him to Omar, who greeted him warmly and to Murad, Omar's
friend. Murad escorted us to the locker room. When I first visited the
baths almost a year and a half earlier, the men were reserved and discrete
until they came to know me. Since Robert was my guest they assumed he was
open minded. No one at the Baths was what you would call standoffish, but
Robert brought out their welcoming nature.

Robert wore a towel for the first ten or fifteen minutes in the steam room,
but it slipped off and he wrapped it around his neck where it wouldn't slip
off. This left his hairy body and genitals exposed to view. I would hate to
think the men at the baths were superficial and only interested is sexual
pleasure, but Robert excited them. Robert was small, young and very
masculine and hung like a prize stallion. Any one of these characteristics
was enough to make the men at the baths friendly. All of those
characteristics rolled into one man could have caused a stampede.

The men in the bath were not overly forward, but partial erections made
clear their interest. A man in the corner gave his friend's cock some oral
attention.  Robert was excited, but a bit overwhelmed. "There is a pool
too, would you like to swim some?" I asked.  He nodded. There weren't many
men in the pool at first, but after Robert's entrance, attendance grew
dramatically. Aldred and George were there as was the sculptor Homer
Macmillan, Roscoe and the Russian Ivan. All admired Robert's firm, furry
body and his oversized organ.

While the men all swam, they would sit on the edge of the pool and
chat. Anyone in the pool talking with them had a good view of their
equipment. Electric lights illuminated the room, but it was still a bit
dim. Under the surface of the water, one could discretely explore without
being overt. Of course, this was a polite fiction. All shared the same
interests and drives, but it made it easier for Robert.

Kenbridge Wells and Maximilian Smith, the two handsome sculptors, joined
us. They rarely came to the pool and I assumed Robert's presence in the
pool interested them. They were always interested in new men.  Most of the
men at the baths were average in appearance, attractive, but not
exceptional. The sculptors were handsome men. After a quick lap of the pool
they came over to Robert and greeted him. I knew them well enough to know
there was one greeting above the water's surface and another below.

Later Robert told me he thought that man-with-man sex might be just an
alternative sexual outlet for men who were not attractive enough to find a
wife. Clearly Kenbridge and Max could have taken any woman they wanted.
Robert was flattered they wanted him. Roscoe joined them. He was the least
attractive man in the group, although impressively endowed.

I watched as Robert's hands discovered Roscoe's organ and found Kenbridge's
hand already stoking it. I hear Kenbridge say, "There's room enough for
two." All three men broke into laughter. Eventually we returned to the
steam room. Robert was still excited, but now was at ease with the men of
the Ali Baba baths.

He certainly was able to make friends quickly. Aldred and George, the
fireman, liked him. When George was on the floor sucking Aldred, George
opened his ass. Robert understood what George wanted.  Robert's cock head
was at George's ass pucker , and he gently eased his cock into the burly
fireman's hole.

I hadn't seen George take a cock in the ass in the steam room before. He
had relaxed. Robert had a large cock, but it seemed to slip into George
fairly easily.  His worship of Aldred's cock increased as Robert's rhythmic
attack on his ass continued. Aldred liked the view. It was very intense,
but not frenzied.

Robert suddenly tensed up and stopped thrusting.  I knew he was filling
George's ass with his man seed. The three men were happy. Homer, who on the
other side of the room, was chatting with a man I had never seen,
Col. Windner and Frank.  Homer waved me over.

Homer had a wide range of friends in both the artistic and more
conventional worlds. He was not like some of the society artist such as
Mr. Gibson, or Mr. Montgomery Flagg. They painted or drew only handsome men
and beautiful women. Homer preferred models who had more character. While
their bodies and faces weren't prefect, they were distinctive and
individual.

Homer introduced his new friend as Bill.  Bill was a friend of
Col. Windner.  He was an older man, thin, wiry man with a flamboyant
mustache and goatee. He had a countrified accent and it took me a few
minutes to realize he was Buffalo Bill.  He was in New York trying to
arrange a return engagement at Madison Square Garden.  His previous visit
had been a stunning financial and popular success. Buffalo Bill was most
outgoing and pleasant. He seemed quite unaffected and frankly interested in
all the naked men and wasn't shy about looking.

We talked for a while. When Buffalo Bill was talking with another man,
Windner took me aside. "Bill has had a difficult trip." Homer
whispered. "The negotiations aren't going well. He seemed to take a fancy
to you, and wondered if you were willing to spend some time with him?  I
need to apologize to you now. I mentioned you were an accommodating man."

I told him I would be glad to get to know Buffalo Bill better. I glanced at
Bill. He winked at me. I smiled. He stroked his cock. I assume Buffalo Bill
and I would go to a quiet corner of the baths, but I forgot Bill was a
great showman. He had also visited the baths during his last trip to New
York and knew he could trust Omar's digression. Bill didn't have a shy bone
in his body a possessed what his called his one-eyed snake. The one-eyed
snake was a crowd pleaser.

"Wally, you know I'm an old bronco breaker, the best in the West when I was
younger," he said. "Now I like to play the bronco and let younger men do
the riding. Are you up for it?" I nodded. "The last time I was here, one
man got me to shoot just by wiggling his pretty ass and doing a wild dance
on the snake!"

"I can try, but I can't promise anything," I said. Omar put a bench in the
middle of the steam room and covered it with soft towels.

"By popular demand I will get giving bronco riding lessons today," he
announced in his best circus barker's voice. "These training lessons are
for real men, not for those whose idea of a good time is going to church
twice on Sunday rather than once." There was laughter. "Wally has
volunteered to be the first, but I need someone to wake up the one-eyed
snake!"  He shook out his cock. "Do I have any volunteers?"

"I'd be glad to help a man in need," a voice said. It was Robert. He was
nowhere near as shy as I thought!

"Hot damn," Buffalo Bill exclaimed. "Bear cubs are my favorite!" Buffalo
Bill got on the bench and Robert bent over and began to suck bill's
organ. It was six inches long soft, but it didn't stay soft for long. Erect
it may have been nearly a foot long. It was hard to tell. Robert was so
small the cock looked longer in contrast. He was also able to swallow the
entire organ.

"That boy is a sword swallower!" a man exclaimed. When Robert pulled off, I
straddled Bill's cock and sat on it. It was really easy to take, but it
didn't stop.  I just went deeper and deeper into my body. Finally, my ass
ring sat on Bill's bush. he wasn't a hairy man, but he haad a pize winning
pubic bush.

I just sat there for a little while, then I started wiggling my ass and
rotating it in a circular movement. His cock was comparatively thin so I
could grab it tightly with my sphincter. I bounced up and down a few
times. "Ride him cowboy!" Windner cried. Buffalo Bill moaned. It wasn't a
theatrical moan; it was a genuine moan of sexual pleasure. We were off to
the races.

This may sound odd, but Buffalo Bill was an entertainer, and his cock was
designed to please both his playmate and the audience. While his penis
probed places deep in my body, the men gathered around us could easily see
his organ and my ass. I would sit up so only Bill's knob was in my ass and
then sit back.  The audience applauded as the organ slid into me.

I hadn't intended to make a show of myself, but the pleasure was
intense. The open excitement and pleasure of the men watching added to my
enjoyment. Buffalo Bill was having a great time.  I must admit pleasing a
famous man was exciting too.

After about ten minutes, Omar came in and lifted me off the long cock.
"You need a rest," he whispered.

Bill sat up. "Do we have another man willing to ride the one eyed snake?"
he asked. I was a little surprised when Aldred came forward. By the
standards of the Ali Baba baths he was reticent and almost demure. He
straddled the thin probe and took it well. No one at the baths was a virgin
and most had not been virgin for a long time. Buffalo's long probe was a
novelty.  There may well have been virgin territory deep in our rectums.
Buffalo Bill explored that territory.

Aldred did what appeared to be a belly dance on Bill's cock. Aldred was
unexpectedly graceful and elegant. He sat on the cock using a corkscrew
like motion. This pleased Bill and he always made his pleasure known.  I
assumed that was a part of his success with the Wild West shows. Bill was
always excited and enthusiastic. He was generous with his praise.

I sat on the bench on the edge of the room to catch my breath. A man I
didn't know sat next to me.  "You put on a good show," he said in a Western
drawl.

"I didn't intend to be on display, it just happened," I said. "Buffalo Bill
seems to inspire men."

"I've noticed that," the man agreed. "I'm Dusty, Bill's sidekick."

"Have you been in the position I was in?" I asked.

"Once or twice," he said. "It was good, but I like the top too. I don't
mind Bill's had me downs, but they are usually worn out by the time I get
them." He looked me over. "It looks to me that you still have some life in
you yet."

Dusty was lanky and tall, but had a thick, stubby cock. "You are pretty
thick," I observed.

"Somehow, I have the impression that wouldn't be a problem at all for you,"
he said.

"Did someone say that?" I asked.

He laughed. "No, I know men pretty well. I picked you as one of those quiet
types, who is a bit adventurous. I'm a loud and brash type, but I like to
see how long I can make it last. If that ten or twenty seconds before you
shoot off can last five or ten minutes, I'm a happy man."

I smiled. "I think I'd like that too." He was fully erect now. His cock was
six inches long and thick with a big cock head. His cock curved toward his
body.

"Take a seat and let's see what we can do," he said. I got up.  "Sit facing
me with your legs on the bench. That usually works best."

"I might fall," I complained.

"Don't worry about that. I'll hold you in place," he said. Excited naked
men filled the room, but all the attention was on Buffalo Bill, so we were
in a quiet corner. Dusty's cock was thicker than it looked, but I took it
without too much trouble. The thickest part of his organ was in contact
with my prostate. Every movement he made sent electric shivers of
excitement through me.

Dusty knew what he was doing. I was skewered on the cock of a master
fucker. He knew a lot about the anatomy of a man's ass. His curved probe
explored my ass and found everything wasin just the right place. He also
seemed to know when it was time to alter his technique. I would be almost
use to his cock in one place when he shifted to another. After almost
fifteen minutes, I was a worn out, a wet dishrag. He suddenly shifted me so
my back was on the bench, and pounded men hard. He and I shot off
together. We were perfectly synchronized.

When my mind cleared o saw Robert on Buffalo Bill's cock.  Robert was short
and small.  It looked as if the one-eyed snake would skewer him and you
would see it poking out of Robert's mouth. Robert and Bill were in heaven.