Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 09:40:12 -0700
From: David Andrew <daprivate12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Temples 2

After the unseemly end to my first visit to the Continental Baths you might
have thought that I wouldn't have had the nerve to go back. And that's the
way it might have turned out, but for one of our stewardesses! Yes, a woman,
Pat. (Since this is a gay archive I won't dwell on the details of what
exactly transpired. Suffice it to say that anyone who wants to read the
unexpurgated truth just drop me an e-mail.) In brief, it was a wet Sunday
afternoon in winter, to my enormous surprise she wanted to go to a blue
movie. We looked in the papers to see what was on and settled on one only
because it was fairly close by. What I thought was a blue movie, as in
straight, guys n' gals blue, turned out to be very gay, guys on guys, gals
on gals. From time to time I stole furtive looks at my companion, she seemed
to be fascinated. I would have thoroughly enjoyed watching the men in
action, but the trouble was that the sight of those naked guys had my cock
straining at my jeans; and it was plainly visible too! I sat through the
show wondering if she'd drawn any conclusions from my predicament, somehow I
had to find out, and correct her opinion if she had jumped to the correct
conclusion.
	"What did you think of it?" I asked straight-faced as we walked out of the
cinema.
	"Fantastic!" she answered with real enthusiasm. I was both surprised and
relieved.
	"Were you shocked?"
	"Shocked?" she asked, "Of course not! Did it shock you?" This was just the
question I'd hoped to avoid.
	"Well I hadn't expected it turn out that way..." I said vaguely.
	"So? Does it make a difference? Sex is meant to be fun. If two people want
to get it on what's to be ashamed of. Doesn't matter if it's a man and
woman...two women...two men. Or a whole gang for that matter. Just as long
as everyone's enjoying themselves, that's the only thing that matters. Don't
die wondering, just do it! That's what I always say."

I visualized the scene in the steam-room in the Continental Baths, those men
would certainly meet Pat's criteria, they were enjoying themselves that's
for sure. Over the next couple of months the memory of the beautiful,
healthy, naked men who were not ashamed of their sexuality kept coming back
in the small hours of the night, especially during long ocean crossings when
there's little to do. Images of the cocks and balls, of guys sucking,
rimming and fucking kept floating in my mind anytime I wasn't fully
occupied. My nurture told me I should have been disgusted, I wasn't. Still I
wasn't sure that I'd have the nerve to go back. However, Pat's very happy
outlook on life and all things sexual gradually sank in and helped me see
things in a different light. I began to think of sex with men as almost
normal, or at least as something I could try without being turned into a
raging queer. Finally I convinced myself that I could do it. Many weeks
later in the crew bus on the way into town from JFK as the other crew
members were discussing plans for the evening I knew I wouldn't be joining
them. By this time the feeling of failure had faded. The thought of going
back was scary, but I knew I would go again.

This time I had a couple of stiff drinks out of my 'duty free' before
setting out. I would have liked a few more, but I didn't want to be drunk,
just a bit less inhibited. I also did one other thing, I swore an oath to
myself that I wouldn't leave the baths until I'd had sex with a man. I
nearly included being fucked, but decided to wait and see what transpired.
That sort settled my mind, I was going to lose my virginity one way or
another.

Again my heart was racing as I waited in line in the lobby. Again I took a
room. Looking back on it I should have taken a locker, I'd have had nowhere
to run to and hide. But at the time it was a great comfort to have a bolt
hole, and I continued to pay for rooms for some time, even when I had got
into the action. I was just as hard this time, but the towel was big enough.
I tied it tight, low over my hips, trapping my cock so that it didn't stick
out in front. I felt much more confident. It's strange, I always wanted my
cock to hang limp so that I could look relaxed, casual, cool, yet in all the
years that I went to the baths I was always hard, for hours on end.
Sometimes, towards the end of a long evening, my balls ached so badly I
could hardly bare to have them touched, but that was good too! I suppose
there were plenty of other guys who wished they could keep their cocks up to
look hot. Certainly my hard cock got a lot of attention, but I still wanted
it to hang soft, to look cool.

I headed for the basement again, to the steam-room. As I came down the
stairs I saw a steady stream of men going in so I knew there'd be some
action going on. As I walked around the pool to the entrance my mind was
racing. I wondered briefly whether I'd be cautious and go in wearing my
towel, but that only lasted a few moments, I went in naked. Inside the door
I was enveloped in the hot steam again. I no longer felt naked, the place
was familiar and I felt comfortable in the darkness. I stood just inside the
second alcove waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dim red light. I had been
standing there for a couple of minutes when a hand came around from behind
me and stroked my cock and balls. I got a fright, but not as bad as the last
time. The man must have felt it, his soft voice came from just a few inches
behind me.
	"Its alright, just relax."

Well I didn't relax, I was breathing very hard, but I didn't run. With one
hand he continued to stroke my genitals, the other was sliding up and down
my back trying to calm me down. He must have felt me trembling, asked me if
this was my first visit to the baths. I tried to speak, nothing came out. He
assumed that it was: told me that he knew how I felt: that he could still
remember his first time: that he had been almost sick with fear. He was
describing my feeling exactly! His hands continued to caress, he assured me
that I was safe in these baths, there was no need for fear, nobody had ever
been hurt, anything I wanted would be available when I felt confident enough
to take it. He moved closer to me, I could feel his cock just under my ass,
it wasn't fully erect, but stiffening. As it grew stronger I felt it pushing
at the back of my thighs, I parted my legs to let it slide between them,
then squeezed tightly. I cannot tell you what was going on in my head at
this time, I was in a complete turmoil. Wanted him to do everything to me,
everything I had seen and read about, but I also wanted to get away. The
stroking was just out of this world, more beautiful than anything I had ever
experienced with a woman. Suddenly he stopped, dropped to his knees, then
turned me round so that we were facing each other. I felt my penis being
sucked into his hot, wet mouth. It was sensational, I really wanted to come
right then, wanted to have my first real homosexual act, yet something
blocked the flow. (I still find it very difficult to come standing up, for
me it is so much better when I am lying down and stretched out.) Also, I'd
only been in the place about twenty minutes, I didn't want to come so soon.
Eventually I pulled away from his mouth. I told him that I had just arrived
and wanted to check out the place. It wasn't a lie, nor the whole truth. I
felt that I shouldn't have let him go that far if I wasn't going to let him
have my juice, that he might be pissed off, or feel slighted that I wouldn't
come for him. But he was very gracious, told me that I had a beautiful body,
that he would love to bring me off when I was ready. If I came back to the
steam-room from time to time we'd meet again and he would finish what we had
started. That is something that never failed to surprise me in the baths,
all the guys seemed to accept that if you didn't want to come you could
break off at any time. Strange when you read that men rape women and then
say that they had been aroused to such an extent that they could not stop
themselves. I was also enormously impressed by the gentleness of men I met
in the baths, not just the ones I had sex with, but all of them, almost
without exception. I wouldn't have been surprised if the macho types had
been rough with the more effeminate ones, but never saw any sign of it.

After leaving him I made my way further into the steam. In the main chamber
there was a gang bang in progress, could have been twenty or thirty guys in
a seething mass of bodies, but it wasn't possible to see them all let alone
count them. This time I actually had the nerve to get within arm's length of
them, and sure enough a hand reached out for my cock. I didn't back away as
I had done on my first visit, but allowed myself to be drawn into the melee.
It was like being captured by a multi-armed creature. One hand was pumping
my cock, another was fondling my balls, a finger was probing my hole,
someone else was tweaking my nipples. I found a cock with my right hand,
then my left hand located a pair of balls to play with, in short I was in
heaven. I really didn't want to come yet, but the first guy had brought me
close to the edge. When a mouth replaced the hand that had been pumping my
cock, and with all the other sensations that were flooding my brain I knew I
couldn't hold out. Just when I thought my balls would explode the finger
that was probing my hole was thrust up hard against the resistance of my
sphinctre. It was just too painful. By this time I was enveloped in the mass
of bodies. I was tremendously turned on by the sucking and fondling, but I
couldn't take the pain in my hole, just had to break free and get away.
Eventually I forced my way through the bodies, but instead of feeling like a
failure I was on a high. 'I've done it!' I thought. 'I've given myself to a
whole lot of men. They've touched every bit of my body, I didn't hold back,
let them have my cock, my balls, and if only that guy had used some
lubrication in my hole I'd have come too!' I can't tell you how good that
made me feel. I knew I was going to be able to come for a man.

When I did get free I made my way out of the steam-room, and with my head in
a whirl I came out of the second door, not the one where I'd hung my towel
when I'd gone in. I was naked, and still hard. A lot of gorgeous looking men
were playing in and around the swimming pool that was just outside the
steam-room, all totally uninhibited. There was no diving board, but one them
climbed up on the stainless-steel hand rails which were on each side of the
steps into the pool, quite a neat trick with wet feet. He got one foot up on
each rail and stood up not more than five feet from me. He had a truly
beautiful body, an athlete. I could see the beads of water running down his
skin, shining in his pubic hair, his soft, relaxed cock was five inches
long, and best of all, his balls swung between his legs in a sac fully six
inches long. When he got up he stood there for a moment, a magnificent
sight, legs spread wide, everything on view, not the least bit
self-conscious, then he dived into the water. I dived in too, it felt so
good! Very warm, every movement sent water swirling, millions of bubbles
swarmed all over my naked body. Being so close to the guys that I had been
watching kept me hot and hard. I couldn't see the bodies of those in the
water, nor could they see mine under the reflecting surface, but I could
visualize what they looked like and I was within inches of them. I could
have touched them, but I didn't dare. I swam up and down the length of the
pool enjoying the wild sensations. I noticed that the others spent as much
time under the water as above. It wasn't a big pool, maybe thirty feet by
fifteen, so I decided to swim the length underwater. I sank down beneath the
surface and kicked off from one end, I hadn't gone ten feet when I almost
swam into a group of three men struggling in the water. With the bright
lights above the pool, and more lights under the water along each side,
visibility was excellent. I could see every detail of their bodies, and it
was all magnified enormously as everything is under water. What a sight, I
had never seen men's bodies so clearly, they were only about three feet from
my eyes and being under water they seemed even closer. I just stopped
swimming and floated to the surface. Now I knew why they spent so much time
diving.

There were a couple of inflated inner tubes floating in the pool, big fat
ones about four feet across. One was occupied by about a dozen guys who were
climbing on to it, and being knocked off again. There was nobody using the
other one. I swam over to it, came up inside the floating ring, pulled
myself up on to it. I found that I could lie across it with the back of my
neck on one side and my legs over the other. I spread them apart so that the
water surged up and down over my cock and balls. Quite delightful, and best
of all, when my ass was right down in the middle, my dick was below the
surface so I was able to lie there looking as casual as any of the other
guys. The ones playing with the other ring were all around me, but I wasn't
part of their game. I was totally relaxed when a finger was thrust into my
asshole. This time it did go past my sphinctre, I guess being wet helped a
lot. It came as a complete surprise! I must have lifted clear of the ring
and as I came down a head appeared between my legs. He was very young,
short, black, curly hair, grinning broadly, obviously amused by the strong
reaction. He raised himself up on the ring and was about to take my cock
into his mouth when he realized that he'd surfaced under the wrong ring. As
he grasped what had happened his smile faded, he blushed furiously, and his
friends seeing his mistake started to tease him unmercifully. I stayed a
while longer, in the ring and under the water enjoying the sights.

Later that evening I got into conversation with a guy, I didn't pretend to
be anything but a novice. I told him what had happened with the first man in
the steam-room and asked him how I should have handled the situation.

	"There's no problem," he said. "The thing to remember is that every guy in
the building wants all he can get, as much sucking, fucking, rimming,
fisting, whatever. Everything is available, every form of perversion. But a
man can only come once or twice a night, maybe a third time if his balls are
really squeezed hard. I personally don't think it is worth struggling to get
a third shot out of any man's balls, all you ever get is a watery dribble.
Not even Superman can please all the men in this building. You pay to get
in, you take what you can get, you give when you are ready to the man you
choose." That was the way he saw it and I suppose he was right. With
hundreds of men all looking for sex there was no way of pleasing every one
of them.

The basement was largely taken up with the pool, steam-room, sauna and dance
floor. There was also a small snack bar, a video room with a large screen
projection TV showing gay videos, and a corridor leading to some rooms and
lockers. I looked into the video room. it wasn't big, maybe 15 feet square,
and devoid of furnishings except for large, over-stuffed cushions scattered
about the floor. All the cushions were occupied except one, I made my way
through the prone bodies, mostly lying in pairs. The movie being shown
wouldn't raise any eyebrows now, but back then, when it was against the law
in the States to show a penis that was more than semi-erect, they were quite
remarkable. Close-ups of very erect penises thrusting into very wet
ass-holes, I mean full screen, four feet across! Even the veins on the
shafts were very visible, and when the guys ejaculated the camera zoomed
right in on the cockhead, you almost felt the splashes. I sat cross-legged
and leaning forward slightly, that way the bulge under my towel wouldn't be
noticed, or so I thought. It wasn't long before the guy lying on my right
moved a bit closer, then a bit closer still. By the time he made his move I
was barely breathing at all. First the back of his left hand brushed against
the outside of my thigh. I moved my knee slightly, just a millimetre towards
him. His hand slid up over the top of my leg to the inside of my thigh and I
was back in heaven again. Knowing now that I didn't have to give to every
guy, I was now a bit more relaxed. Soon I was living the sucking I was
watching on the screen. He just kept working my balls very gently as he
sucked the whole length of my cock down his throat. He kept this up for
quite a while, why I didn't come I don't know, maybe my inhibitions were
still blocking the flow. I was surprised that he kept going without a pay
off, but another problem was gradually making itself felt: I really needed a
piss. Eventually I had to ease myself away, he thanked me as though I'd done
him a favour whereas I thought that I was the one who owed thanks for the
pleasure he'd given me.

By this time my nuts were beginning to ache, blue balls, I had to come and I
was absolutely NOT going to run away from it this time. I went back to the
steam-room in the hope of meeting up with the guy who had been there
earlier. Didn't find him, or if he was there I didn't recognize him. He had
been gentle, he would have done it well, I wished that I'd arranged to meet
him later. Well, my original idea had been to go into the dormitory and see
what happened, so that's where I went. I told you in the last "chapter" that
the dormitory was a large room, that the only light was what filtered in
from the entrance set at about the middle of one side. Away from the
entrance the light faded rapidly to darkness. As before most of the men
going in turned to the right, they slipped off their towels, dropped them on
one of the bunks, then disappeared into the darkness. I wasn't ready for
that. A few went in and turned to the left. There was just a bit more light
looking that way so that's the way I headed. I went as far as the last bed
that I could see and climbed up on to the top bunk. My idea was to lie there
until my eyes adjusted to the dark, and then decide what to do next. Well
that was the plan. I lay facedown, I really can't say why, maybe I was
subconsciously hiding my cock and balls. It seems stupid I know considering
that I was there to get sucked off, but I believe that is why I did it. My
heart was racing, I could hear the thumping in my ears. I thought it would
slow down soon if I lay still, but in less than a minute I felt the very
light touch of a fingertip on the inside of my right ankle. My heart went
faster than ever. I lay absolutely still, hardly able to breathe, waiting to
see what would happen. The hand paused for quite a while, seemed like
several minutes, but I suppose it was several seconds, then very, very
lightly the fingertips slid up the inside of my calf, the inside of my
thigh, brushed the back of my scrotum, then up over my ass. I really did not
know what to do. I did know that the time had come, that this man was going
to take my cum, but I was frozen on the bed. After a moment or two the hand
started stroking the inside of my thigh again moving slowly towards my
balls, at last I got the courage to respond, I lifted my hips up off the
bed, just a little, to allow him to get at my testicles. He needed no more
encouragement. In an instant he had them in his hand, rolling them around
very gently with his fingers. When he reached further under my body and felt
my rigid cock he got a grip on it and started pumping it. He tried to pull
it out from under my body by bending it down between my legs, but I was so
hard there was no way he could have done it without breaking it off. I knew
that the time had come so I rolled over on to my side. With that his hands
were all over my body. He was really excited, scrambled up on to the bunk,
turned me on to my back, spread my legs wide and knelt between them. The
next thing I felt was my balls being sucked into his mouth. God it was
wonderful! First one, then the other, then both. I could have come in an
instant, but was determined to make it last as long as I possibly could. I
don't suppose it was more than a couple of minutes, but I was in ecstasy.
Ejaculating is always a wonderful feeling, but this time was something
special, there were no fanfares, no flashing lights, it wasn't a public
exhibition with a lot of guys watching that I had fantasized about, but it
was special. At last I had overcome my inhibitions and fears, I'd given him
my body, held nothing back, and he'd taken me. After he'd drained my balls
he slipped up along the length of my body to give me a light kiss on the
lips, then started to move away. But I wanted more, I put my hand behind his
head, pulled him closer, then kissed him with an open mouth. He responded
immediately, his tongue penetrating deep. I felt the slipperiness, my semen.

	"What's your name," I asked quietly. I wanted to know his name, really
wanted to remember him by his name, not just that guy who'd first sucked me
off.
	"Nick," he said. I'd hoped that he'd be a Jason, or Damion, Kirk would be
okay too, or something theatrical maybe. But he was Nick, at least I hadn't
given my semen to an anonymous face, I knew his name. He was still lying on
my body, I could feel his cock hard against my stomach.
	"Nick," I said, "you're the first guy who's ever brought me off."
	"You're kidding! First time?" He found it difficult to believe. "Not even
in high school? Not with any of your friends?" He just couldn't understand
how anyone could have got as far as going to the baths without a lot of
previous experience. When I'd convinced him he seemed to be even better
pleased than before. I felt that I ought to suck him off in return for the
favour he'd done me, but as we lay together talking time caught up with me.
It was around two in the morning in New York, that was 7am for my body
clock.
	"Can I suck you too?" I asked.
	"Oh no boy, I've come twice already tonight" I was disappointed, but
relieved too. We lay together for while longer, then parted with another
kiss.
I felt good as I made my way back to the hotel. I'd let men suck my cock, it
had been so exciting, terrific, fantastic! I felt sure that Pat would have
approved and I had every intention of trying everything: sucking, fucking
and being fucked too.

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