Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 09:52:05 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part Five     by Jay Roberts      Gay Historical

Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part Five    By Jay Roberts     Gay Historical


It was a beautiful day.  I felt confident, full of myself and already
beginning to get horny again.

I decided to combine a bath with an new experience.  I have never been at a
sauna, Turkish bath or The Baths, all being the same as a place where
regular men attend not being aware that it is a major gathering places for
chaps who are secretly enjoying them in their naked state and who slip away
to enjoy each other.

Just thinking about it was getting me a little protruding in the
pantaloons.

I had heard of such a place off the Circle on Jeramyn Street.  This street
boasted some of the best shirt makers, umbrella suppliers and clothing as
well but stuck there was an inconspicuous door them when opened led one to
a world of swirling steam, massage and sexual delights.  The last, only if
one was circumspect and very careful.  The police were always on the
lookout for immorality while I thrived on it.

Here was the door.  I took a deep breath and entered, leaving behind the
bright sunlight for this dark entryway smelling faintly of bleach.  Halfway
in there was a barred window, like that at a bank.  This was the cashier
for the place.  There was cardboard sign saying "Turk" and behind the
window was Turk who was obviously a Turkish fellow.  It was eeasy to devine
that as he was large, black bearded with thick curly hair and of course
wearing a red fez.

He was naked to the waist and wore loose white cotton trousers which ended
just below his knees.  There revealed were his enormous calves, like sides
of beef.  Withal I deemed he had extreme appeal.  What with the black curly
hair on his chest and large nose and full red lips.  His height, easily six
feet six inches also made him commanding.

But when he heard me ask information and prices his face softened and he
spoke in a high pitched somewhat effeminate voice that clashed with his
super manly appearance.

I was quite taken with him.  I pictured feeling his large muscular arm
surrounding me and making me do scandalous things.  How surprised I was
when he first asked for my shoes.  I though this must be some Turkish thing
but he explained that it was required of all who entered.

"The management believes that our customers are not likely to run out with
out paying, if their shoes are left behind."

I removed my shoes and handed them to him.  He took them with his ham-like
hands and placed them in a cubby behind him.

"Come in," he said unlocking the low gate.  "You may take a locker in the
first class section behind me, through that door."


I entered and passed through open door behind him.  I felt his presence
behind me and could hear his heavy breathing.  Twice he placed a hand on my
shoulder and squeezed it hard.  I was sure that something sexual was about
to occur.

I undressed and he stood like a valet taking each article and placing them
on a hanger and brushing them off with a small clothes brush and bolding
them and hanging them carefully.

"I am very partial to Americans.  Dear fellow, they quite take my breath
away and you are a perfect example of one.  Oh those lovely calves
and...oh....the thighs.

He went on becoming more and more excited.  At the same time he slid out of
his full trousers and was naked now.  This produced a rising of my penis
and he gasped.

"Oh you are bloody ready."

"Ready for what," I asked as my last item of clothing was taken and folded
with care.

He bent over and revealed a large but well shaped arse.  With a hand on
each hairy cheek separated the halves and there was his anus, exposed in
its hairy glory.

"Waste no more time.  Zoom into me," his ordered.

I complied.  I was definitely swept to this fuck mood by his animalistic
appearance.

He had apparently greased his hole for I slid in faster than I expected and
my pubes where immediately against his arse cheeks.  He left out a
surprised "Whoop." at the rapid entry.  I think, though, he enjoyed the
impetuosity as he recovered and wetly declared, "Oh you nasty, sweet boy
you fair overcame me with you haste but it feels like heaven with your
American rod inside."

He wiggled his bottom nearly throwing me off the horse but I grabbed his
ample hips for purchase and slammed in and out with a vigor that had me
panting.  He cried and hollered the whole time and I feared once I
dismounted he could easily crush me into one of those small lockers.

We were not interrupted by the arrival of a customer.  I'm not sure what
would have happened then.  But now I was coming to my completion with great
speed and I warned him of the impending shooting.

"Let it rip, hose me, wash away my sins.  I am ready for the worst."

He was indeed a dramatic fellow but I had no time for a critique as I
spooged so hard I nearly lost consciousness.

Immediately afterward he resumed his role of cashier, donned his pants and
handed me a locker key, towel and paper slippers.  As I headed toward the
interior he called out, "If you get needy, come back.  I am good for a few
fucks a night."

On the passage to the sauna I passed a sleeping dormitory.  The room
contained, perhaps twenty five or so beds each enclosed in a cubicle with a
low partition.  One could easily see the person on the bed by passing up
and down the aisle.  I immediately put aside my sauna plan and entered the
first aisle.  I spied mostly older gents as I walked along.  Several rose
up from the cots to call to me but I passed on.  Finally, in the very rear,
on the bed separated from the rest lay a handsome younger body.

I stopped.  He lifted his head and smiled at me.  He had lovely glossy
moustaches.  Suddenly there was another person next to me and he whispered
in my ear.  "Make no move toward his highness."

I later found out that it was one of the dukes, heirs to the throne.

That warning did not persuade me from entering and sitting my naked bottom
on the edge of the bed and passed a gentle hand on the noble face.  He
murmured sleepily, "You may dally with my pee pee if you wish."

A childish fellow but that was the state of the nobility then.  However,
silly as was his request I took hold of his thinnish prick.  It delicate
but beautifully curved and seemed to fit into my loose fist as if it was
fashioned by a master craftsman.

His legs lifted slightly and he signed with pleasure.  "So nice.  Do be
more vigorous.  I must spend and leave to be at Windsor for an important
banquet."

So this being a "Royal" command I must obey, perhaps there might be a
knighthood in it for me I mentally joked.  I grasped the pulsing organ more
tightly and wanked lightly.  Soon he was in a state of sexual ecstasy.  His
teeth were bared and his eyes rolling like a madman.  I was enjoying every
bit of his sex fit and increased my stimulation.

He was going to be a fast cummer, I could tell by the cherry red condition
of his pointy cockled and sure enough his hairy legs and thighs reared up
as he gagged with pleasure and began streaming ducal sperm into the air.
Some landed on my hand and as he lapsed into a post sex coma I tasted it.
It was nice, but not much different than that of a tradesman.

I patted the Duke's regal head companionably, tightened my towel about my
waist and proceeded toward the door fogged with steam and marked "sauna"..

I entered and stopped.  It was impossible to see in the heavy hot mist of
steam.  This was not really a sauna, this was a Turkish Steam room.  I
continued to stand waiting until I could find my way when an arm encircled
my waist and a flutey voice intoned in my ear, "I shall lead you to a bench
you darling thing."

I was grateful for the assistance but slapped away his unwanted hand that
was attempting to shake my prick into hardness.

"Perhaps later," he said to preserve his dignity.  I thought never as I
glimpsed him in a clear patch of steam, he was very obese.

As my eyes got used to the steam I was able to glimpse sexual activity on
the different levels of benches.  Some of sex going on I had only seen in
those sex books that were kept behind the desk in the library that one had
to lie and say one was doing research.  What kinds of sex?  Well there was
couples lying so that the head was at the others sex organ and they were
simultaneously sucking each other.  Quite a time saver, no?  Then others
were rubbing their organ between the legs of the other.  There was a lot
more.

Suddenly I began to tire of seeing others enjoying themselves and I decided
to leave this place.  I headed for the front desk and found my Turk busy
with a customer, serving him his backside.  I slipped past the husky seaman
lost in his arse work and retrieved my clothes and shoes and quickly
dressed in the outer office.

Outside it was getting to be dusk and I found my feet leading me to the
erotic Eros area and there next to the lowest step was the cart and person
of the Marquis.  His lovely face lit up at the sight of me and he called
out.  "I am chilled here but waited until I sighted you.  You must come to
the same building but go not to the door at the top of the stairs but go
down the hall to the right and enter the gold door.  I'll expect you at
eight PM."

I nodded and passed on to the hotel.  I was quite tired and figured I might
rest for a half hour then have a light supper and on to the golden door.  I
never dreamed what an adventure I would have this very night.

End Part Four