Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2011 04:42:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali Babba Baths 11

Ali Baba Baths 11
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 and I returned to my apartment tired but happy.  The next morning he
went back to Columbia University and I returned to work.  It was a busy
day. I told Robert I would be late getting home.  He was even later. He
spent the afternoon with Homer, the sculptor. Robert told me he had
modeled, but he was flushed. I assumed he had enjoyed Homer's open approach
to man sex

Robert seemed a bit uneasy. He was supposed to go back home on Saturday,
but eventually asked if he might spend another day in New York. Bobby was
coming to the city the next morning and Robert was hoping I would take them
both to the Baths. I needed no convincing, but I was surprised Robert had
been so uneasy about asking me. I realized he was still uncomfortable with
his sexual tastes and thought of himself as a difficult guest who had
imposed on me. Robert still assumed he alone had a taste for sex with other
men.

One would think his visit to the Ali Baba Baths would disabuse him of the
false notion, but you can't overcome a lifetime of fear and self-loathing
in a single evening. It would take time. I thought of the general falseness
of our age. Ignorance and pretense seem to dominate most sexual relations.
In some ways, Robert was like the girls from good families who are taught
to save themselves for marriage and avoid sexual entanglements at all
costs.

Virginity is highly prized and a near absolute requirement, but on their
wedding day they are a forget that and surrender to a man they may very
well hardly know. I remembered hearing my Aunt talk with my mother about
the horror she felt when she encountered her husband, naked in the bedroom
on her wedding night. She hadn't known men had penises and she had no idea
what he intended to do with it.

I had been 14 when I overheard the conversation. My Aunt was never able to
enjoy her husband and they had a difficult life together. She had been
unable to function as a woman.

Robert and I were both tired and went to bed early. Bobby's train was to
arrive at Grand Central at 8:00 in the morning. I overslept and it was a
race to get there in time. Grand Central was an older station and there was
talk of replacing it. It was a huge, confusing building. We found Bobby
waiting for us. I took them to a restaurant for breakfast and we returned
to my apartment briefly.

Both men were eager to go to the baths. They opened early on Saturdays so
men could bathe before work. Omar offered a shower for a nickel for the
workers of the neighborhood. This was a charitable service, with ho sexual
overtones. Most of the club's family men were home, and the rest had things
they needed to do. Since many shops were closed on Sunday, Saturday was the
only day you could shop.



I was in that situation so I was unfamiliar with the Saturday morning
patrons of the baths. We arrived at the baths at ten. I didn't know what to
expect. The showers were filled with men and boys.  I was shocked since
Omar was deeply opposed to sex with children. I soon realized there was no
sex involved, only scrubbing. The boys were with their fathers getting
their weekly bath. Both the men and boys were wearing towels when they
weren't under the water.

The younger ones were giggling and playing, but the presence of fathers
kept the horseplay to a minimum.

"The bathers will be gone at 11:00," Omar told me at the door. "Some of our
regular patrons are in my apartment on the top floor of the baths. There is
a modest shower facility there. I think you might enjoy it."

I didn't know Omar let patrons into his apartment and we went up the long
stairs to the top floor. I knocked and the door opened.  Murrad answered
and welcomed us. "Come in, it is quiet here compared to the showers below,"
he said. "Follow me." He led us to a small shower big enough for four or
five men. From the shower we entered a domed, octagonal room with a large
stained glass skylight. The room was marble and tile. It looked like a
Moorish fantasy.

There were five men in the room, but the only one I recognized was DeWitt
Hamilton, the Police Commissioner. He was in a hammock like structure, with
his legs spread wide and with his puffy hole open and showing signs it had
been recently been used.  The other men were naked too. They were older and
distinguished looking.

Robert, Bobby and I caused quite a stir. We were much younger than the men
were and they seemed to appreciate us. Bobby became excited easily and he
went over to the commissioner and eased his cock into the quivering ass.
DeWitt moaned and the other men looked on approvingly.  I was shocked, but
that was what was expected.

"Welcome to our happy band," a man said to me. "I am Jonathan. DeWitt won
the coin toss this morning so he is our official host. I am afraid that
young stud had made it difficult for him to carry out his duties as a
host."

"He certainly seems to have welcomed Bobby in style," I remarked. We walked
over to the sling. The other men had gathered around it to watch.

"New visitors are always welcome here," another man said. "We are old
friends and are quite relaxed together. A little excitement is welcome. It
is so easy to get into a rut."  DeWitt began to moan louder and his body
began to shake. I knew the signs of an impending orgasm, leaned over, and
had barely wrapped my lips around his cock head when he released his
load. I tend to focus on the cock head during an orgasm, but I swallowed
his entire cock instead.

Bobby had pulled his organ partially out of the ass, but stopped when his
cockhead was at DeWitt's prostate. He rubbed it gently with his knob. The
commissioner's ejaculations had slowed by then; I pulled back so only his
cock head remained in my mouth.  Bobby's gentle rubbing seemed to induce a
new round of ejaculations.

As I sucked up his man seed, someone behind me oiled my ass.  A few seconds
later, a well-scaled cock entered my ass. The gentleman to my rear hadn't
asked if I wanted to be fucked. I was bent over and my ass was fully
exposed, so I assumed he took that as an invitation. The man to my rear was
a gentleman, and while he very much wanted his entire cock in my ass, he
was forceful rather than crude.

I shifted my legs a little wider to make it easier for him. "That's it
boy!" the man said. "Open up for Daddy."  I continued to suck up the
remains of the commissioner's orgasm. Bobby pulled out and Robert inserted
his much larger organ into the well-used hole.  Robert hadn't lubricated
his cock, but there must have been enough lubricant in the ass to make it
easy. DeWitt's cock twitched as Robert went deep.

DeWitt was an important and powerful man. I tasted every reaction his body
made to the sexual stimulus. He oozed, he dripped, and he twitched to every
movement of the cock in his ass. In the back of your mind, there is a
feeling that perhaps famous men aren't like you and I. perhaps the power
alters their reaction to everyday things. Perhaps they have very different
reactions to normal human relationships.

I realized famous men are first of all men. Their reactions are those of
men first and famous persons secondly.  I think it is wrong to assume a
famous person cannot feel what every man feels. Two men entered from the
showers. Our little group broke apart to greet the newcomers. One was a
thin, dapper, bearded man named Hans. He was quite hairy, but I had the
impression every hair was in place. The other man was a living Greek
god. He was superbly muscled and a veritable Hercules.  His name was
Sandow. I had heard the name, he was a famous muscleman and involved in
Physical Culture.

The other men knew Sandow and introduced us to him and his assistant.  Hans
had designed the fig leaves that were Sandow's only costume when he was
demonstrating his physique.  Both men had strong German accents, but were
understandable.

It seemed impossible to me that such a man would be at the Ali Baba Baths
and that such a magnificent physical specimen would share our sexual
interests. I think the popular assumption that men with our tastes were
effeminate remained in the back of my mind. There was not even the
suspicion that Sandow was anything but all man.

Not only did the muscleman share out tastes, he indulged in them with great
gusto and enthusiasm. He wasn't loud or aggressive, but he clearly knew
what he wanted and intended to indulge his desires. I must add that Sandow
was the type of man you wanted to please. He was so handsome and impressive
not only did I want to please him, I would feel honored he would fuck me.

The older men were clearly friends and he attended to them first. Robert
and Bobby watched. I caught Hans' eye and he came over to me.

"We didn't know there were some new men here," he said.  He glanced at my
genitals. "It is a pleasant surprise."

"No more surprised than I am. You are a very handsome couple," I
replied. Hans smiled.

"I am but a servant, although I count myself as Sandow's friend. I always
admire a polite man who includes an ordinary man such as me in his
compliments," Hans said. "You are most kind." He reached over and fondled
my balls. He reminded me of a jeweler who was weighing diamonds.

"I think if you were alone I would consider you a handsome man," I
said. His organ, which had been firm, turned hard. I stroked it. A single
glob of sperm spurted form his cock and landed on my cock.  I collected it
on my finger and licked it.

Hans smiled. "Sandow is most interested in manly juices. He looked at it
with a microscope and saw the actual sperm. They are minuscule but contain
the essence of a man. Every drop of semen is particular to a single man,"
he said. "Each is individual, but plentiful. A doctor told him every man
could repopulate the world many times over with his sperm."

"They say you should save it for reproductive purposes."

"That is little more than an old wives tale," Hans said. "Sandow believes
you must continually drain the old sperm so new can replace it. Keep it
fresh." We went to a bench the side of the room. Hans sat and I dropped to
my knees. His cock was lovely, but once it was in my mouth, it was even
better. Hans possessed and organ that was notably responsive.  Every
movement of my tongue or lips caused a reaction from it.

Hans didn't moan or comment; his cock did all the reacting.  It looked like
an average cock, but once it was in my mouth it became a marvel.  I didn't
need to assume he enjoyed it, his cock oozed, twitched and drooled in
appreciation.  Some men are verbal in their appreciation. Hans cock
expressed all. While it's possible to be insincere verbally, the cock has
no potential for insincerity. Its reactions are involuntary. Pretending to
be excited does nothing for the cock.

I knew well that only genuine stimulation let a man's genitals release
their store of sexual juices. I knew the entire sequence of tastes, from
the first slight suggestion of sweetness at his slit to the final flood of
thick orgasmic cream.

Hans showed no sign of tenseness or unease as I ministered to his erect
organ. I moved a finger toward his hole. He shifted his legs slightly to
give me better access. As I circled his sphincter with my finger, I found
he was already lubricated. Some men might tell you to push it in; Hans
simply spurted and extra glob of precum and let me know his desire.

Robert came over to us. He climbed onto the bench and straddled Hans'
face. Hans oozed another glob of his sex juices as he sucked Robert's
cock. Robert was a small man with a big cock, but Hans had no problem at
all with that. All was in harmony.

We broke apart to trade positions, and I had a chance to look at the other
men. DeWitt was no longer n the sling, and Bobby had taken his place. I was
shocked Bobby would go that far. One of the older men was working his cock
into Bobby's ass while Sandow was giving the two men what might be best
described as technical advice.

He adjusted the height of the sling supports to improve the angle of
entry. That adjustment had an immediate effect on Bobby and on his
partner. Sandow was more than just experienced.  He was obviously a master
of the genital arts. Sandow was cool and collected and while he talked
about sex, he seemed detached.  He did bend over and lick up the sexual
fluids that drooled from Bobby's cock, and lick his knob.

"Sandow likes everything neat," Hans explained.

"Are you neat too?" I asked as we walked over to the sling.

"Oh yes," he replied, "Normally I bottom for the other gentlemen, so they
leave their man load deep in me. When I shoot, I make a mess. It is better
when I am in some one's mouth or ass." Sandow was now sucking Bobby's cock
with open pleasure. The man fucking bobby began to thrust
frantically. Sandow swallowed Bobby's entire cock.  Bobby began to shiver.

As Hans said, it was neat.  Not a drop escaped from Sandow's mouth. I also
noticed Sandow seemed to take the cream with considerable enthusiasm. He
enjoyed it. After he got the last drop, Sandow pulled away and invited
another man to use Bobby's hole. After than man ejaculated into Bobby's
ass, Sandow took his place.

"You look tired my friend," Sandow said to Bobby. "I love the feel of a
well used ass. After you have taken three or four loads, it is so tender
and warm.  The last man in you, Freddy, was so very thick, my cock must be
relaxing, is it not?" Bobby nodded. He looked like a wet dishrag; he
offered no resistance.

While Sandow was completely in control, somehow I knew Bobby was fully
engaged and excited. Sandow was a dominant top who always left his bottom
satisfied and wanting more. Curiously, while Sandow could pick and chose
those he wished to couple with, the other men weren't disappointed. Sandow
was a showman and an exhibitionist. The essence of being a showman was to
include the audience in your performance. They just watched, but like any
good actor, you participated in the show.

I grant and sex show isn't much like Hamlet, but like a great actor playing
the Dane, you felt a part of the action, even if you were just
observing. When Sandow finally released his sperm load, several observers
shot off their own loads. It was exciting for all, not just Sandow and
Bobby. As we watched, Hans worked his organ into my ass. I will swear this
own climax was no more than a second or two later than the muscleman's
orgasm.

By now, the main baths were available for our use and we left Omar's
apartment for the main level of the baths. There were only a few men there,
but by noon, men filled the showers and steam room. Sandow and Hans had
left. He had an exhibition later that day. I was afraid that Bobby and
Robert would feel the rest of the day was a letdown after the excitement
with Sandow.

I had no need to worry. Robert and Bobby had enough pent up sexual needs to
make the rest of the day rewarding. When we went home late in the
afternoon, they were both exhausted, but happy. It had been a day of sexual
pleasure and release. After dinner, we returned to my apartment and talked.

"I'm not sure I could do that every day or weekly, but it was a wonderful
experience," Bobby said. "I didn't know it was possible to feel so much
pleasure."

"Was I right in thinking the men of the baths were notably affable and
pleasant?" Robert asked. "Everyone was so friendly and accommodating."

"No one seemed tense or nervous," Bobby remarked.

"Everyone there was a regular attendee," I said. "They all enjoy sex, but
they know that no one leaves the baths with their balls filled unless they
want to. Sex is a normal part of every visit to the baths.  You can relax
and it will happen."

"Everyone has sex?" Robert asked.

"I am sure everyone who wants it, gets it." I replied. "I hope you don't
think badly of me, but I have gone several times simply for the bath, but
somehow by the time I leave I had enjoyed myself sexually."

"I think that is part of being a man," Bobby said. "I must admit I would
have a hard time leaving without having an orgasm. All my thoughts of the
virtue of chastity have vanished from my mind."

"Are you sorry about that?" I asked.

"I don't think so," he answered. "I can't seem to remember why Chastity was
regarded as a virtue.  I can understand why lechery is bad and why you
shouldn't go preying on unwilling persons, but I don't think anyone at the
baths was unwilling."

"I felt good about the while event. It was better than I could have
guessed," Robert said. "I expected something cruder. Actually, I thought it
would be cruder and less intense. Everyone was so polite, but so excited."
We talked and then went to bed. We were tired.  Bobby and Robert left by an
early train the next morning. The rest of the day was quiet and I was able
to work on my lectures for the coming week.

I had a good week at the school. Everyone was settled from the Christmas
break.  I had a new, advanced class that was enjoyable to teach. They were
intelligent students and wanted to learn. I was able to get guest speakers
to introduce them to new subjects. One of these was a man who had worked
with Mr. Edison, Karl Muller.

Muller was working on ways to distribute electricity economically. While a
city like New York was largely electrified, Muller wanted to electrify the
entire nation.  That seemed impossible, but he claimed it would be achieved
within twenty or thirty years. Karl was every inch the absent-minded
professor type when he wasn't talking about electricity. Many things that
required complicated calculations for me, Karl could do in his head. He was
a marvel.

After his lecture, I was to take him out to dinner at a fine restaurant. I
invited two other faculty members to join us. We were not dressed for a
restaurant like Sherry's or Delmonico's but I knew of a good local
place. Karl was most impressed. He ate at his boarding house and the food
was modest. His leg rubbed against mine under the table.  At first, I
thought it was accidental. However, he did it again, and then a third time.

We talked briefly after we left the restaurant. I mentioned I was going to
a Turkish bath to relax.  He told me he had never been to a bath. I invited
him to try the Ali Baba. He said he was interested.  As we walked, I told
him about the baths. I wasn't completely frank, but Karl understood what I
was saying.



When we got to the baths, Karl leaned over and whispered," What happens if
I don't like it?"

"Just get dressed and leave," I said. "Men come and go all the time."

"I'm afraid I might show hard?"

I smiled. "If you do you may get to be a popular man quite quickly," I
said.

"They wouldn't be shocked?"  he asked.

"They would be pleased," I said. "This is a friendly place."

"I'm an ugly man," he whispered.

"I don't want to shock you, but most of them men at the baths won't be
looking at your face," I said. Karl looked at me and laughed. We entered
the bath. Karl was not a Greek god, but he might have made a passable
Viking. He was tall and blond. He was not particularly symmetrical, but he
was masculine. In the locker area I saw he was one of those rare man who is
better looking naked than clothed.

Karl's body was well formed, although his nose was large and his mouth
seemed askew. He did possess beautiful eyes. Since his skin was pale and
hair almost white, he looked bland and featureless. While his beard was
thick, it almost vanished it was so pale.

We went to the showers and them into the steam room. I was a little worried
he would vanish completely in the foggy room, but he attracted attention
immediately. He talked with Gustav, Roscoe, Frank and Col. Windner. As he
feared, Karl became erect, and as I guessed, his companions liked the
show. These men weren't particularly handsome. They were just average men
and that suited Karl.

Col. Windner was the first to sample Karl's cock. Karl was
receptive. Windner was enthusiastic. All was well. Karl was like a
racehorse that had never been allowed to run at full speed. Once he
discovered the joy of running at full speed, Karl never looked back. I did
not get to play with him, but that was only because other men kept Karl
fully occupied.