Date: Tue, 10 May 2011 18:30:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali Baba Baths 2

Ali Baba Baths 2
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



I went home that night a bit dizzy and confused.  I slept well and woke up
relaxed and rested. My classes went well all day and after dinner, I
returned to my room feeling good.  On the walk home, I realized one element
had been missing from my day, guilt. I had spent the previous night in
sexual congress with men I barely knew and I was unable to feel guilt.

I wondered of my parents had failed to teach me the difference between
right and wrong. I laughed to myself.  My father had certainly been clear
on the subject. He was a moral man who could sometimes border on the
obsessive. I knew the difference between right and wrong. I just didn't
know enough about sex to be able to tell the difference.

My father was not the sort of man who would actually mention sex, even in
the most cursory way. I had no opinions or thoughts about sex, so it was
hard for me to feel guilty about something about which I knew little or
nothing. My experience the night before at the bath was so overwhelmingly
pleasurable, and so unexpected, it was well beyond anything I could have
imagined feeling. It seemed to me that if it felt that good, it could not
have been bad.

I planned to walk directly home, but as I got nearer the baths' I decided
to drop in.  Omar was at the door and obviously glad to see me. "It is a
quiet night here," he said.  "It should be a good night to relax."

I took a shower bath and went to the steam room. After a good steam, I went
to the pool and swam. To pool was small, perhaps 15 feet wide and thirty
feet long, but I could swim. I enjoyed this greatly.  Another man joined
me, but he was polite and a good swimmer. When I took a rest, he talked
with me.

"You must be Walter our new member," he said. "I am Gustav, one of the
oldest members. I am glad you have joined our happy band." I shook
hands. Gustav was tall and thin with a carefully groomed beard and blue
eyes. While he was quite hairy, he seemed sleek and elegant, like a
greyhound. Even naked he struck me as a man of fashion.  His blue eyes
twinkled and looked friendly; otherwise, he would have been one of those
men who were too elegant to be approachable.

"Omar told me you had a good time here last night," he said. I blushed.

"I am afraid that may have given the wrong impression as to my character,"
I said. "I am a humble school teacher."

"I have heard you are a gifted school teacher," he said. "I have friends
whose sons go to the Manhattan School. They are pleased that someone is
trying to give their sons some knowledge of the modern world. As for the
wrong impression, I rather hope everyone got the right impression. I think
men who are able to let go of normal conventions and enjoy life can often
be better men that those tied to tradition."

"Well to say I let go of normal conventions understates the case," I
replied.

Gustav smiled. "I rather doubt that," he said with a twinkle in his
beautiful blue eyes. "You gave pleasure and you took pleasure.  That is a
simple beneficial exchange. Several men told me they enjoyed your manly
juices." Gustav put an arm around me while his other arm felt for my
genitals. I was already partially erect.

"You took several other men's sperm," he observed. "I was much older when I
first tasted the rich brew of a man's balls. I was much more timid that you
apparently."

"Have you ever regretted that?"

"My timidity yes; my taste for man seed, no!" he replied. "I have a doctor
friend who explained what it is. The ancients thought man juices were the
divine seed, but in reality it is at the core of human existence."

"Is that not overstating the case?" I asked.

"Not one bit. It is only our modern prudishness that makes us over look
it," Gustav explained. "If there were no cocks and no sperm there would be
a human race. In our modern age, we hide the male organ and have banished
it from conversation in any but the most vulgar situation.  The ancients
celebrated it as the creative organ. We blush at the very mention of a
cock; the Greeks thought it was a normal ornament for a dinnerware."

"I guess you have a point there," I replied.

"Men are naturally fascinated by the cock," he continued. "We recognize
both its generative power and the sheer pleasure a well stimulated cock
gives its possessor. You are new to this understanding. Here at the baths
we have been exploring the potential and opportunities for sexual
enjoyment."  He paused. "I would greatly like to be your guide, if you wish
an experienced man to lead your explorations."

"I seemed to explore quite a lot last night," I replied.

Gustav smiled.  "I heard that. Let me assure you, there is much left to
explore. I enjoy helping young men. Their enthusiasm and pure joy at the
pleasures of sexual intimacy excites me. Let me be direct and say my
motives are not entirely pure. I like to be the first."

"The Ali Baba baths does not seem to be that intimate," I remarked.  There
is always an audience."

"I was uneasy about that when I first came here. Here there is a great
brotherhood of the cock, a society of the Orgasm. Outside these walls, the
cock is hidden and ignored. Inside, we all share the knowledge of its power
and potential.  We are brothers sharing our enjoyment, not lonely single
men hoarding our gifts."

By then both he and I were fully erect. The conversation stopped. Gustav
sat on the edge of the small pool and I ministered to his organ.  Like
Omar, Gustav drooled a sweet liquid that seemed to increase my interest in
him. Several men came in and swam, but didn't object to our activity.

One of these men emerged from the pool fully erect.  He came over to us and
fed Gustav his cock. This increased the flow of Gustav's cock juices. The
man began to moan and he shot his load of man seed into Gustav's willing
mouth. This caused a most dramatic increase in Gustav's juice flow.  I was
getting late and we left for home. Gustav said he owed me an orgasm and he
would deliver it to me at another time, if that were acceptable to me.  I
said it was.

It was now the weekend, but I went to school in the morning. There were
games and the school like its teachers to be present and rooting for our
students. I got to eat in the school commons that helped my financial
problems. My maiden Aunt Bessie mailed me a dollar on Friday.  This
provided some extra cash for the weekend, but it arrived in the afternoon
mail. Our school football team played an archrival on this day, so the
students were excited.

I was surprised to see Gustav there with the family of one of our
students. We pretended not to recognize each other. It was an exciting game
that we won, so it was good day for the students.

I returned home by the baths and stopped in.  The day had turned cold, and
I was chilled.  The baths were quiet. I was in the steam room warming up
when Gustav arrived and joined me. "It was a good game!" he said.

"Indeed it was," I replied. "I think we were out matched, but the team
rallied and did well. It got cold by the end of the game."

"That is why I am here!" Gustav said. "Saturday and Sundays are good days
here at the baths.  During the week, many married men are in attendance. On
the weekend, attendance is mostly confirmed bachelors. Most tend to be
enthusiastic."

"I think the men here are enthusiastic anyway!"

"That may well be," Gustav said. He leaned closer to me. "Most activities
here are oral, as you have noticed. More intense pleasures are allowed
today and tomorrow." I didn't know what he was talking about, but I was
curious and I assumed I would find out soon enough.

Gustav slipped to the floor and began to lick my organ.  He licked my cock
and balls in a most delicate and arousing way. He asked me to put my legs
on the bench and spread them wide. This made it easier for him to lick my
balls. Gustav's tongue wandered and licked my hole too.  This was
unexpectedly titillating.

I wasn't sure I wanted him to know how titillated I was, but when you are a
naked man, there is no way to hide your excitement. Murad, Omar's
assistant, came by with a bottle of oil. Gustav put some on his fingers and
toyed with my ass hole as his tongue massaged my penis.  Eventually his
finger slipped into my ass.  I wasn't sure about this at all, but it felt
so good, I was unable to complain.

Murad coated Gustav's cock with oil and I realized what Gustav wanted. I
wasn't at all sure about that, but his cock head was on the dark side of my
sphincter before I had a chance to complain. His cock head began rubbing
something in my ass, and I was his.

I had not visualized or even conceived that a man could shove his most
private organ into another man's behind, but once Gustav was in me it was
too late to complain. I all too obviously loved it. I had no idea why it
felt so good, but the sensations were heavenly. I relaxed and Gustav slid
the rest of the organ into me.

I later realized I was being fucked, but this was more of a gentle massage
than what I visualized as a crude act. Gustav's cock was quite long, but
thin.  I will say his cock head seemed to feel larger in my ass than when I
sucked it the day earlier. He pulled out.  "Lie on the bench in the middle
of the room," he said. "It is at a better height for our explorations."

I relocated and soon had my legs on his shoulders as he re entered. "This
is lovely," Gustav said. "I'm I the first?"

"Oh yes," I replied. "I didn't know you could do this."

"You are a wonder," he replied. "You are easy, open and firm; my cock fits
like a glove." He gave a hard thrust and I moaned in pleasure.

"It seems undignified," I remarked.

He laughed, "I would guess that 90% of the men in the club felt the same
way the first time. A friend, Robert, told me he now thought of it as
entertaining friends on the back porch. There is no need to be dressed in
ones finest, no need to put on airs. It is just friends enjoying your
company.  By the way, your cock looks magnificent. Murad, would you
lubricate it?  Use one of the scented oils."

Murad did as he asked; three men came in the room and greeted us. "Gustav,
is this a new member?" one asked.

"Yes indeed, this is Walter, this is his maiden voyage," Gustav replied,

"You are a lucky man, Walter. I am Bannister. I was one of the original
members of this fine establishment. New members are such a joy."

Bannister was a tall man with a big gut, but his had impressive equipment
hanging below. His cock was at my eye level. I opened my mouth and stuck my
tongue out; he moved his organ in reach.

"I like a friendly man," he said as I sucked his cock into my mouth. He was
completely soft, but a mouthful.

"Walter is beautifully endowed," the man with Bannister said. "I have an
itch he could scratch."

With Gustav in my ass and Bannister's organ enlarging in my mouth, I didn't
pay much attention to the other man.  The inside of Bannister's foreskin
was filled with the sweet cock juices I liked. His cock head was large and
tender. Bannister was most demonstrative and was soon erect.

I glanced at the other man. He had straddled my cock and impaled himself on
my cock. He moaned as my entire cock vanished in his ass.

"Louis, you should ask permission before you do that," Bannister said in a
tone of disapproval.

"I couldn't help myself," Louis replied, "He is too beautiful." Louis was a
rather small, blond bearded man.  His ass was very hot, tight a
welcoming. He was still for a few moments, and then began to bounce on my
cock. Even in the steam-filled room, I could see he was erect and excited.

Man sex is self-limiting, Gustav began to thrust hard, and then he filled
me with his seed. This induced me to shoot off, and Bannister filled my
mouth with his man seed.  It was over, I thought. I all but fell asleep
after we pulled apart. I was exhausted. Several men came and went as I
dozed off in a post orgasmic haze.

"Hey mister, would you be willing to help of a couple of hard working stone
masons?" a man asked from the mist.  I opened my eyes and there was a black
bearded giant looking me in the eye. I must have looked confused.

"Leave the man alone, he's been sleeping," a voice with a strong Scottish
accent said.

"Ask and ye shall receive," Blackbeard replied.

"What do you want?" I asked. I was still groggy.

""Well I was hoping to shove my cock up your arse, but I'll take what I can
get," he said.  "My name is Edmund, but everyone calls me Blackie. Fergus,
my pal, is a sucker mostly."

"Well that sounds good to me," I said. That was not what I intended to
say. I planned to say; maybe we could do something another time. Somehow,
it came out differently.

"Blackie, show him your tool!" Fergus demanded, "It's not fair to fucking a
guy without showing it first."  Blackie flopped a large, soft cock on my
mouth. It must have been six or seven inches soft.

"It's bigger when it's hard," Blackie said. "I take my time, don't worry."

Instead of telling him maybe another time, I sucked his foreskin into my
mouth and sent my tongue exploring for his cock head.  Somehow, Blackie
interpreted that as my agreement. He wasn't exactly gentle, but that was
more due to the scale of his cock than anything else was.

Blackie got it in and then relaxed. He became quite loquacious, moving his
cock only enough to maintain his erection.  He greeted friends and chatted.
I was in an ungainly position, impaled on his cock with me legs on his
shoulder. Oddly, his little cock thrusts were enough to keep me erect
too. The men visiting the steam room didn't comment on my situation.

After a while, Blackie said he needed more lubricant. Fergus said he had
some. Blackie quickly pulled out of my ass. Fergus slipped is cock in my
vacated ass; he made a hand dozen thrusts, climaxed and pulled out once his
ejaculations stopped. Blackie was back in my ass as soon as Fergus vacated
it.

Fergus looked small compared to his pal, Blackie, but his cock seemed to be
larger than I thought when he was in my ass. Blackie's cock was much more
comfortable on his second entrance. I don't know if that was because I was
getting use to him, or if Fergus' semen better lubricated me.

At first Blackie's cock was just a large, inanimate object in my ass. As I
got use to it, it seemed more excited, and it seemed to probe into more
pleasurable places. He began to take deeper thrusts.  Many of these winded
men, but I seemed to be increasingly excited.

He pulled out a second time and a man I didn't know took his place.  He was
as thick as Blackie, but not as long.  He short off quickly, and Blackie
returned. After another half hour, Blackie shot off in an impressive
way. By then the steam room was all but empty. I was exhausted. I think I
almost fell asleep again.

Omar woke me up. "Are you all right?  This has been a big night for you?"

"I am fine," I replied. "I may be sore tomorrow morning."

"Gustav said you took it well, but I when Blackie said how nice you were I
got worried," Omar said, "He is a big boy. Let me take a look."  I was
still on the bench in the middle of the steam room.  He raised my legs and
looked at my hole.

"You are a little puffy, but there is no problem otherwise," Omar said. He
pushed my legs back, spreading my anus. He worked a finger in my ass. "Does
that hurt?" he asked.



""Not at all," I said.

"It's juicy in there. Is that Blackie's sperm I'm feeling?" Omar asked.

"It could be," I said, "Gustav, Fergus and a man I didn't know all made a
deposit before Blackie.  Blackie got very vigorous before he shot off. He
joke he was making man butter."

Omar laughed. "Did you get to shoot off after all of this?" I shook my
head. A second are two later o felt his organ entering my bloated home.
"Well, I will take care of that!" he said. Omar was well endowed and his
cock was thick and bulbous shaped. He knew exactly what he was doing. A
minute later, I had a spectacular orgasm. As he fucked me, Murad came in
the room and he was at my cock the second I began to ejaculate. He took
every drop.

My ejaculations inspired Omar and I felt his sperm ticking the lining of my
ass. "That was wonderful!" he moaned. When he pulled out, Murad went to my
ass and licked it.

"Relax Walter," Omar said. "Let the man juices flow out, Murad loves it!" I
didn't think I could do that, but Omar pinched my tits and I lost
concentration. Murad gobbled up the man seed drooling form my ass.

"Does Murad want to fuck me?" I asked.

"It is sweet of you to offer, but Murad couldn't be any happier than he is
now," Omar said. "You are a beautiful man and kind too. I rested for
another ten minutes and went home for a good night's sleep.