Date: Fri, 27 May 2011 04:25:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali Baba Baths 4

The Ali Baba Baths 4
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

While most of the members of the Ali Baba baths were sexually active and
experienced, the atmosphere was relaxed and casual. In some ways, it was
like an exclusive men's club made up of old friends. Rather than enjoying a
hand of cards or reading the newspaper, we might fondle a friend's
genitals, or help a man climax.

While sitting in the steam room it was perfectly acceptable to suck a
friends cock as he talked with you. That might turn into a more intense
episode, or might be simply friendly gesture. If he moved on, another
friend might take his place. Other men in the room would carry on with
their own conversations, barely noticing the sexual drama.

I do confess if you or your partner had a particularly loud and forceful
orgasm, there might be polite applause. All this activity was public, but
no one stuck his nose, or cock, where it wasn't wanted.

Following Gustav's advice, I sometimes made contact with men who climaxed
and helped clean up any of the aftermath of the orgasm that might be
drooling for his cock. When Gustav told me about this, I first thought he
was joking.  I soon found out that many men enjoyed some tenderness after a
major climax. I also discovered that after even the most impressive orgasm,
some men still have sperm reserves. Many men's organs will twitch and ooze
more sperm. A surprising number of the men had full-scale ejaculations.

There were a number of men who were uneasy taking another man's load. They
either didn't like it or simply couldn't do it. Omar understood. "Many men
have limits," he said. "If you respect them, you may someday be able to
expand their horizons.

Other men, such as Murad, were sperm pigs. They unabashedly loved the
stuff.  They craved it. I personally love pre cum, but was uneasy about
sperm. Omar thought sperm, his seed, was the most personal gift a man could
give you. This seemed to be an intellectual way to justify his craving for
man seed.

As I became more familiar with the Baths, I began to come around to Omar's
thinking. Certainly sharing one's most private parts with a friend was a
most intimate act. I discovered that I loved and was more than willing to
share my privates for mutual pleasure.  The orgasm, of course, was the
objective of that act, and necessarily, sperm was much involved. I made
peace with semen. Soon I might say I more than made peace with semen. I
discovered many men were pleased that some men appreciated their own
special brew. I only liked the brew when I sucked it directly from the
spewing cock, hot and steamy. I liked the twitching cock in my mouth.

The Ali Baba Bath members had ordinary lives similar to any other clubmen
in New York except our lives were regularly punctuated by sexual passion
and pleasure. I admit that exception is almost certainly most
exceptional. That man sex was an ordinary part of our lives, made it easier
for new men to adapt to our ways.  Ordinary is the key word. No one made a
big deal about sexual connections.  It was a part of everyday life. No one
was embarrassed by showing sexual interest; no one was shocked.

As far as I could tell, most men were brought up to believe intimacy, not
to mention sex itself was sinful and evil. The quiet playful sexuality of
the Ali Baba baths was obviously not sinful. It was too well accepted, too
ordinary.

Omar called me aside one evening in December. "Walter, you have been a
great addition to our happy band here," he said. "Both the members and I
appreciate you. You are so friendly, available and willing."

"I love it here, but I have been afraid I may be too available," I replied.

Omar smiled. "From my point of view you can't be too available," he
said. "You obviously enjoy it, as do your playmates.  It is good for
everyone. I have several friends I would like you to meet."

"They aren't members of the baths?"

"One or two are, but others are friends of friends," he replied.

"Of course I would like to meet them," I replied.

"No one at the baths could be correctly described as a prude, or is shy
about sex," Omar said. "All of us have discovered the joy of man sex and
are at peace with that knowledge. These guests are unable to be at peace,
although they enjoy man sex as much as we do. The party would be correctly
described as an orgy."

"An orgy?"

"I think you would agree that while sex at the bath is plentiful, it would
not be described as an orgy? I think our sexual experiences can be most
intense, but not an orgy," he continued. "These men feel more comfortable
in wild sex party than in the more relaxed steam room. An orgy is just sex;
we at the baths have affectionate sex."

"Why are they your guests?"

"They are good men in spite of their limitations. Several are most
important men. They could be helpful in some delicate situations that we
confront at the baths," he explained. "Several men are most attractive, and
indeed, fine playmates. You would like them, but more importantly, they
would love a young man such as yourself."

After more conversation, I agreed to attend. I found it hard to reject
anything Omar proposed. I wasn't too enthusiastic, but I was willing. Omar
told me the men were interested primarily in sex, so I should expect that.
He fingered my asshole just in case I didn't understand.

The party was three days before Christmas and School was closed until after
New Year's Day. It was in the afternoon at 1:30.  The guests could get away
from their jobs during the day. I saw several men I didn't know in the
shower baths, but the party was in the pool.  Murad decorated the pool with
lights and greenery and looked quite festive. There were six men there with
Omar. All were naked and partially aroused. I was the first guest from the
bath, and the men looked non-platonically at me.  I guessed what they
wanted. I was uneasy, but later I discovered I wanted what they guessed.

Omar introduced me to them, but didn't give me their names. The three men
from the shower joined us. I recognized the oldest of them, DeWitt
Hamilton, the Police Commissioner. The two men with him were obviously
policemen.  DeWitt was a stocky, Bulldog like man.  He was quite hairy and
sported a compact set of balls. The man next to him was called Lefty.  He
looked like a boxer.

I recognized a second, tall, lanky man as Nigel Comstock, the son and heir
of a well-known anti-vice campaigner.  He was very pale and weak looking,
but had an impressive white snake dangling between his legs. Several men
from the baths entered just as I recognized Comstock.  I had seen most of
them around, but knew only Blackie. Comstock went to Blackie like iron
filings to a magnet. I also noticed Lefty looked at the massive mason with
longing.

When Blackie was naked, he was either fully or partially erect. Half-hard
he was bigger than 80 percent of the men in the world. A minute later,
everyone was erect.

I attracted Dewitt. "You're a good looking boy," he said as he sank to the
floor to kiss my cock. He kissed it, but didn't suck. I felt his tongue
flicking at my slit. I assumed he was hoping for precum. He was shivering
in excitement.  DeWitt was an unattractive man, but he was so nervous I
held his head and patted it.

"That feels good," I said. "Can you take more of it?" apparently, he was
waiting for an invitation. He swallowed my entire cock and began to suck
with great vigor and considerable skill. "If you keep on doing that, you
may end up with a mouthful of me cream," I added.

"If I take yours would you take mine?" he whispered.

I got down on my knees, was face to face with him, and fondled his
cock. "I'd love to trade sperm with you," I said.  I moved my hand to his
balls and played with them. "Are you fully loaded?"

"Oh god, yes!" he whispered in reply. I got on the floor with him and he
sucked me as I sucked him. His cock was thicker than it was long, and his
ball juices were flowing like Niagara Falls. Somehow, as I sucked up the
rich brew from his balls, he became less ugly and more
masculine. Certainly, Mr. Gibson would never draw him in the company of one
of his Gibson girls, but DeWitt was a strong, muscular man whose ugliness
seemed to fade in comparison to his maleness. He was a gorilla of a man.

I knew he was a most politically powerful man, but that he was nervous and
uneasy when we met I found attractive. I was quite sure he showed no trace
of nervousness when confronting a malefactor or street thug.

We played for five or ten minutes when he flooded my mouth with his thick
and steamy man seed. His orgasm induced my own and he greedily sucked up
the cream spurting from my organ. He was not shy about that at all. After
the main orgasm, he continued to suck to get any leftover semen from my
balls. We pulled apart. "Could we get together again in an hour or so?" he
asked. "I'd like to fuck you."  I smiled at him and we parted.

Omar had been watching us with approval in his eyes. An older man came over
to me; he was tall, slightly heavy set and distinguished looking. "You made
DeWitt a happy man," he said in a notably deep voice. He put his arm around
me. "He likes younger men, and has a hard time finding youth who are
willing."

"He is a most masculine man," I said. "You are handsome. Is it easier for
you to attract younger men?"

He smiled. "Indeed it is, almost too many," he said. "I am tempted, but the
fear of scandal is too great for me to risk any casual dalliances. Omar's
little parties are my only opportunity." He was in his sixties, but in good
shape. He had an impressive, thick and long organ, well beyond
half-staff. I stroked it.

"It is a beauty," I said.

"Can you take it?" he asked, `Some think it's oversized."

"I am sure it's oversized, but I am quite sure I can take it," I
replied. Omar was next to us with a container of lubricant. He offered it
to me.  I coated the man's cock. The slippery coolness of the lubricant
soon had him rock hard.  There was a bench with pillows on it nearby. I got
on the bench. He hoisted my legs on his shoulders, and nuzzled his cock
head in my hole.

The man was gentle getting into my hole, but a crazed madman once he was in
me.  He pounded me like a battering ram, or steam engine going at full
speed. I assumed he wouldn't last long.  He pulled out suddenly, and
another man exclaimed, "I'll fill in for you Bishop!" and took his
place. He too was a wild one. Eventually, a third man joined the rotation.

This wasn't particularly enjoyable for me and I was getting
uncomfortable. Only Omar and his container of lubricant made it
acceptable. Fortunately, one of the men climaxed, and a short time later,
the second man shot his load.  I was now alone with the original man they
called the Bishop.

He had calmed down and was taking his time.  With two men's loads in my
ass, I was more heavily lubricated and my ass seemed more tightly bonded to
his cock. My sphincter seemed to caress his cock. As my sphincter grabbed
his cock, he began to moan.

I had turned the tables on him.  He had been fucking me, but now I had
captured his cock for my own pleasure. Of course, he could have pulled out
at any time, but from his moans, I guessed he wouldn't pull out until after
he climaxed.

By now, I was having a good time. The Bishop suddenly began to cry as the
juices in his balls struggled for release. I tightened my ass as much as
possible, trying to trap his cock in my ass. That was a hopeless task. I
had hoped to keep him for climaxing, by damming his juices in his balls. Of
course, they broke through, but I could feel each ejaculatory spurt.

When he finally climaxed, Blackie and Nigel were at my side. Nigel
possessed a long thin cock and he filled the void left by the bishop. The
bishop was thick and had stretched my ass wide. Blackie told me later my
ass was still gaping open when Nigel entered. It took a little while for my
ass to close up around the new cock, so Nigel went deep without any
problem. When I closed up, I realized he was deeper than anyone had been
before.

A large mushroom crowned Nigel's cock. I could feel it exploring my ass,
but I could barely feel the slender shaft. It was almost as if a sex-crazed
mouse was frolicking in my ass. Nigel was a rather sour looking man, but he
was quite playful.  I got the strong feeling that his mushroom shaped cock
head became more sensitive as he played. Of course, three men had already
dumped their loads in me and my ass was smooth and slippery. Bu now, I had
closed up completely so every inch of his cock was in contact with my
rectum's linings.

DeWitt joined us for a little while and relieved Nigel for a few
minutes. His stubby, thick cock slid into my sperm lubricated ass
easily. He enjoyed it, but didn't last long.  He had another orgasm. Nigel
re entered me immediately, plowing DeWitt's hot and steamy sperm deeper
into my ass. Nigel got more excited. He had a spectacular orgasm.

Afterwards I discussed Nigel with Omar and Blackie. I wondered why Nigel
had responded so enthusiastically to fucking me with DeWitt's sperm in my
ass. Omar said he suspected Nigel was attracted to DeWitt, but had no
physical contact with the Police Commissioner. Blackie agreed. "Nigel isn't
the sort of man that Dewitt likes, so his seed in your ass may be as close
as he gets."

By now, the event had been going on for several hours and some men had to
leave.  This included the Bishop and DeWitt.  Dewitt's two associates
stayed. Lefty, the man who looked like a boxer and the other man named,
Robby were different men after their boss left.  Lefty seemed dour and
somber, but became a cheerful and friendly man. Robby was smiling
Irishman. They knew their boss, DeWitt, shared the same sexual interests,
and had watched him having sex, but they couldn't relax until he was
gone. A tall, red haired man named Stanford had been hanging around off to
the side, but joined in the festivities when the other men left.

Stanford came over to me. "You have had quite the workout," he
commented. "It looked a bit rough a few times. How are you doing?" As you
would expect of a redhead, his skin was all peaches and cream with pink
tits and a lavender cock head peaking out of his foreskin being the only
color.

"All's well that ends well," I said. "Several men weren't particularly
graceful, but it was fine."

"You aren't sore?" he asked.  I shook my head. Stanford possessed
impressive balls, but his cock was partially hidden in his copper colored
bush and looked average. He leaned close to me and put his arm around my
shoulders.

"I confess I am here out of curiosity more than desire," he whispered. "I
am driven towards sex, but with young women.  A friend thought that
experimenting with sex with males might excite me.  Thus I am here as an
observer. I have a question. Did you or your partners enjoy it most?  I
noticed you didn't climax."

"I think we both did, eventually," I replied. "Were you offended at the
display?"  I didn't like the idea of a man just watching me.

"I didn't mean to offend you," he said. "At first I thought it was almost
mechanical. It seemed to me your partners were just repeating an action to
force an orgasm. Later it turned into a more attractive sexual
exploration. Would you be offended if I said you are clearly skilled in the
sexual arts? For some reason I think you inspired unexpected responses in
your playmates." Since Stanford was naked, I watched his cock enlarge as he
discussed sex. I had miss judged his cock. It grew to be an impressive
organ.

"You seem to be a good judge of matters sexual," I said. "I had much the
same opinion."

"Would you object to having one more cock in your ass?" he asked. "I've
never been in a man's ass before. I will take my time."

"It may be messy. Four men have climaxed in me," I said.

Stanford smiled. "I was in an orgy in France with one woman and six men,"
he said. "I was the last one to enter her, and it was indeed messy, but the
feelings were quite lovely. She was wild and very feminine, but filled with
man seed.  It was oddly exciting. My cock became ultra sensitive, I seemed
to feel the excitement of the other men's orgasms" He went to a bench and
lay down; I straddled him and sat on his lavender tipped organ.

Stanford was an unusual man. He was very polite and courteous in all
things. Sexually he was an open book.  He was responsive and appreciative
and made no effort to hide his enjoyment. Stanford may have been uneasy at
the first penetration, but he got quite enthusiastic and downright
playful. Once he was in me the wanted to experiment and see what
configurations or positions were most pleasurable. He was concerned about
my feelings too and wanted to insure I was enjoying it too.

Once Stanford was sexually engaged, he lost all reserve. He obviously loved
sex and was willing to do or try it all. His enthusiasm was contagious and
Omar, Lefty, Robbie and Blackie became involved. Stanford's search for the
best sexual position intrigued the other men.  They traded stories and gave
advice. I was afraid I was the only one in the group willing to
bottom. Since the men's advice sometimes involved a demonstration I was a
little worried I would get over used.

Stanford solved that problem. When I said he lost all reserve, I meant
it. He was willing to share his cock, his sperm and his ass with the group.
He was a leader of men and even Lefty and Robbie were willing to open their
asses for their newfound playmates.

Stanford let Robbie into his ass and seemed to enjoy it. You can never
guess or anticipate how a person will react to another person sexually.
Later, Stanford eased his lavender knob into Lefty's ass and it was
magic. Lefty loved it. The Policeman all but melted in ecstatic pleasure.

As Lefty moaned in pleasure, Omar took Lefty's cock into his mouth and
milked the man juices generated by Stanford's pounding. Fortunately,
Stanford was generous sexually. He returned to Lefty several times over the
next hour or two. Each time, Lefty responded the same way.

Stanford also returned to me, and sucked me in a quite convincing way. He
seemed to like my cock and when I climaxed he had no problem taking my
seed. He told me he had never soen that before.

"If I had known, I could have given you warning," I said.

Stanford smiled. "It wasn't a problem," he replied. "It tastes just like my
own. Would you like to try mine?" I, of course, agreed.