Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 03:07:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ali Baba Baths 3

Ali Baba Baths 3
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 thought that once the floodgates were opened, all the men who frequented
the baths would take advantage of me. This wasn't the case at all. Indeed,
there were occasions I wanted more sexual experiences than the members
could provide.

The men of the Ali Baba Baths were a relaxed group. In some ways, it was
difficult for me to admit my cock was a part of my body and that sex was an
important part of my life. All of the bath's patrons shared my interests,
but seemed to be at ease with their sexual natures.  They were normally
willing to share their bodies with me.

Since sexual adventure was always available at the baths, one could be more
relaxed.  If you felt an intense desire for sex, someone at the bath was
almost certainly willing to satisfy it.  Someone was always willing to help
you out at the baths. For a man with limited sexual experience such as me,
they were not only willing to satisfy me, they were willing to expand my
sexual repertoire.

I admit that before I went to the baths I would never have considered
sucking a cock and I hadn't realized it was possible to take a cock in my
ass. These activities should have been as foreign to me as the rites or
sacrifices of a primitive tribe. In some ways, I was like a blind man who
miraculously could see for the first time. I loved it all. Everything was
exciting and thrilling.  It made no difference if I was looking at an ugly
or handsome man; it was all good.

I was so new to sex I was unaware of the range of men's approaches to
sex. Everything was equally new to me. All was good. The penny-dreadful
novels of the day were filled with stories of virgins despoiled by
heartless rakes.  I knew the men I was with were much more experienced than
I was, and their "lessons" were deeply pleasurable to them.  I didn't mind
at all. If they found some extra enjoyment in my body, that was fine with
me.  I was a sponge willing to absorb sexual pleasure.

At the time, I didn't realize it, but my good initial experiences with man
sex at the baths were due to Omar and Murad. Omar had good taste in men and
tended to select men who were enthusiastic and fun. He preferred masculine
men, many of whom were inexperienced when they first visited the
baths. While it would be incorrect to say he had a training program, he had
some friends who helped to introduce new members to the pleasures of man
sex.

Apparently, my own introduction to these pleasures was rushed since I was
so responsive and willing.  I was a bit insulted when Omar told me this,
but he assured me he meant that as a compliment. "This may sound strange to
you, but it is often hard for a man to accept his true nature," Omar said,
"It is sometimes much easier to accept hardship and even pain, than to
enjoy pleasure. We are taught pain makes you stronger and pleasure makes
you weak.  This is nonsense of course.  You are lucky that you can accept
and enjoy pleasure; many men can't."

Murad played a different role. Omar was big and muscular like a strong man
at the circus. While he was friendly, he was physically impressive and
intimidating.  He was gentle, but there was no question he had the strength
to get his cock in your ass any time he felt the urge. Murad was smaller
and physically unimpressive.

Certain types of men like to abuse weaker men. Sometimes the abuse is
verbal. They like to make fun of the weak.  Others like to embarrass men
like Murad in front of others. Some men want to dominate smaller, weaker
men.

This is a character flaw of the worst sort. I noticed Blackie would
roughhouse with some of his bigger friends, but was always gentle with
smaller pals. There was one older man we called Mr. Smith who was much
smitten by Blackie. I got the impression Mr. Smith was an important man of
some sort. Smith was not his name. When they were together, I was afraid
Blackie might roll over a crush Mr. Smith. That never happened. One day I
found Mr. Smith moaning in pleasure as Blackie skewered him on his massive
cock. Somehow, Blackie got his entire organ in the frail man and Mr. Smith
loved it.

Murad's small stature seemed to attract domineering men and when he found
one, they soon were no longer welcome at the baths.  Murad was always
sexually generous, but always liked men who asked first. Murad found men
who had problem and Omar excluded them form the baths.

The membership in the baths was varied in the extreme. There were laborers
and millionaires in the group. We never discussed money and wealth. The
only common denominator I could find was an interest in man sex. That
interest had to be associated with a willingness to participate. Gustav
told me there were men who wanted to visit the baths only to observe. Omar
didn't like that. He felt watchers shortchanged the rest of the men. While
sex was voluntary, watchers sometimes found themselves squirming on Omar's
love pole. This was good for some of them, but others found it was easier
to select more modestly endowed partners.

While Omar was a prosperous man, he seemed to be a sexual socialist. He
often said, all cocks are created equal, and felt everyone should share the
joy and the fruits of sex.

Of course, everyone came to the Ali Baba baths after a lifetime of hiding
their sexual interests. Most men lived in terror fearing they might be
found out, humiliated and embarrassed.  It was difficult for many to make
the transition for the cold and intolerant outside world to the warm and
tolerant spaces of the Ali Baba baths. Nothing was rushed at the baths.
While sexual delicacies were available for all, there was no requirement
you take them.  Men could progress at their own rate.  Many men found the
baths unbelievable at first.  The baths hardly seemed real and it took a
while for men to get use to the free and open ways,

There were no real rules as such.  However, there were
understandings. While these were flexible, they were mostly observed. The
most important rule was that all sex was voluntary. While some men asked
permission outright, most men arrived at an understanding before becoming
intimate. Some men, such as me were always naked, but most wore a towel
when not actually bathing.

When sitting in the steam room a man might let his towel slip, exposing his
genitals. When this happened, other men might let their towels slip too. It
was perfectly acceptable to rearrange one's cock and balls. I noticed man
men seem to need to scratch an itch.  Interested men would follow
suit. Some might whisper compliments. Others would play with their
foreskins and eventually peel it back to expose their cock heads.

Foreskin tended to capture any man fluids generated by sexual
excitement. Once you exposed the cock head, the telltale bead of precum
often appeared.  Precum presented both a clear indicator of a man's
interest, and a problem. Men have no control over their sex juices, so I
loved it when the slippery goo made an appearance.

The problem was that Omar and Murad did not like many precum or sperm on
the floors or seats. Fortunately, Murad had a taste for these manly juices
and would lick them up.  When he wasn't there, other men had to fill the
gap. Gustav told me he liked to reach over and spread the bead over his
potential playmates's entire cock head. "This gives the knob a beautiful
shine and keeps it from dripping.  For some shy men the touch is more
acceptable than the tender caress of a tongue," he explained.

"Does not the touch excite the man further?" I asked.

"Of course it does. It is a slippery slope. The touch generates more fluid
and eventually you need to lick it up. Men being men, a polite lick often
turns into a fuller exploration."

"Eventually that must result in the thicker, creamy stuff," I observed.

Gustav smiled.  "That it does!" he replied. "You have discovered me secret
way to get the shy man to enjoy sex.  By the way, you should be on the
watch for a post orgasmic drool. The manly juices continue to flow well
after the orgasm. Men often get up and leave immediately after they shoot
off. Some men feel lonely after the orgasm.  They can be more relaxed and
receptive.  If you clean up some of the later flow, they can be most
appreciative.  Some even discover they still have more to give. You can
make friends easily."

"I think you are a calculating man!" I exclaimed.

"Think of me as an observant man," Gustav replied. "In many ways were
profoundly ignorant of sexuality. Old wives' tales and religious obsessions
dominate our thoughts. I don't think there is anything wrong with observing
a man's reactions and using them to increase enjoyment. I study and watch
men.  When I find something that excites them greatly, I do it."

"What things excite you?"

"It is more exciting for you to discover those places on your own, than for
me to tell you," Gustav replied. "Walter, you are an open book
sexually. You are both responsive and demonstrative.  I am reserved in many
ways. As you continue your genital explorations of the Ali Baba men, you
will find out all of our secrets. A secret discovered is more exciting than
a secret explained."

The baths were scrupulously clean as were the men. You had to enter through
the shower bath everyone cleaned and scrubbed themselves. Regular baths
were still unusual in a city as big as New York. Having an apartment with a
bath was expensive. In many tenements, there was a single bath per floor
and most working men had little access to bathing facilities.

New men found this need to clean up, both embarrassing and exciting. You
might think this was primarialy a problem of the lower orders, but it was
much more general than that.  A weekly or monthly bath was quiet typical
and ones privates could easily become quite gamy. Perhaps it is due to our
society's general ignorance of sexual matters, that many men weren't aware
that almost all men ooze sexual juices when they are stimulated. Some were
under the impression these juices were related to urine. This all took some
explaining.

I was confused in my own mind. In my parents' home, there was only
urine. My father mentioned no other bodily fluids.  I would dream of asking
him about any others.  Omar explained it too me.

"A doctor explained it to me once," he said. "Most of the fluids a human
body creates are waste. Snot, phlegm, piss and shit are all the unwonted
remains of our body. The cock alone produced productive fluids. When a man
becomes sexually excited, he begins to ooze a sweet slippery fluid. The
doctor called it pre-ejaculatory fluid, but I call it joy juice. This
lubricates the sperm tube, and if you ooze enough, it helps to lubricate
whatever hole you are trying to poke your cock into!"

"Some men are mostly dry, others leak buckets of the stuff," he continued.
"When you taste it in a dry man, you know he's excited. Once and a while
you are sucking an unresponsive man. You know the kind of man who gives the
impression he rather be reading a newspaper than being sucked off? Well
when you taste the sweet stuff, you know he's ready. I think it may turn
off the brain in your scull and turn on the little brain in your cock."

"After the joy juice flows the cream is rising," Omar said. "This is semen,
man milk, sperm, or cock caviar. Sperm is each man's seed, his reproductive
juices. It is thick and not as tasty as the joy juice, although it is
plenty slippery. It usually spurts and doesn't drool. As far as I can tell
there is an all but inexhaustible supply."

"There are some that claim you get weak or run out of the stuff if you
drain your balls too often," Omar said. "I've been running these baths for
five years and we have some prodigious sexual athletes here, and no one had
run out yet. Maybe there is a limit for most men of five or six orgasms a
day, but there are a few who have more than surpassed that limit. I do
admit the distance you can shoot diminishes." We laughed.

Blackie recruited many men for the bath.  He made friends easily and
encouraged many men of his class to join. Fortunately, Blackie was also a
leader of men. Many working class men felt a weekly or monthly bath was
adequate.  Others felt bathing was effeminate. When Blackie brought a
potential new member to the bath, he always showered with the man, and
converted the shower into foreplay. Blackie fully explored a man's recesses
and darkest places. Once you associated bathing with sex, all was well.

One of his most exiting finds was Frank.  Frank was a carpenter of average
size, with sandy unkempt hair and a massive beard. He was shy about nudity,
but had little to be shy about. His cock was average, but his balls were
oversized and contained in an impressive hairy pouch. , Frank, was a
particularly heavy leaker and was most responsive to any sexual
stimulus. His cock would drool at the slightest inspiration.  His cock
didn't actually drool; it flowed. This embarrassed him greatly since he was
a he was a man who wanted to keep his feelings private.

Frank did not warm up quickly to the exotic ways of the Baths. Blackie
introduced him to us, but it took a while to accept us. Several weeks after
the initial introduction, Frank came by himself. Omar was most welcoming.

Frank went to the locker room and then to the shower baths. This was a
Friday night so most of the married men were home and I was the only one in
the shower.  Frank had always been there with Blackie, and he looked unsure
about what to do. Much to my surprise Omar entered nude.  Omar normally
wore his Turkish robe, so it was unusual to see him entirely nude.

Omar later told me he wore the robe because he was normally semi-erect, and
he liked to keep his cards hidden until he knew then lay of the land.  This
evening, all his cards were on the table, and Frank responded
immediately. Omar was a big man and in the shower room, the bulk of his
body provided some privacy. If anything, Omar was less shy than Blackie.

They had three of four minutes of quiet conversation, when Omar called me
over to join them."Walter, Frank here has a problem with a leaky faucet,"
Omar said. "Murad is at the desk, can you help us out?  We are having a
nice conversation, but you know I like it neat!" I looked at Frank's organ.
It was dripping cock juices that fell to the floor connected by a filament
of his ball ooze.

"Of course," I replied as I dropped to the floor and took the drooling
organ into my mouth. As I said his balls were huge, but his cock was
average, so I could take the entire organ into my mouth. I swallowed it,
and then pulled back, suctioning some of his sweet joy juice from his
balls. I got a mouth full. I swallowed again. When I pulled back, there was
even more of the sweet goo in my mouth.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to keep that from happening," Frank
whispered."It's embarrassing."

Omar smiled. "Man is not in control of his cock, don't worry," he
replied. "Is it tasty, Walter?"

"It's sweet and plentiful," I said, than I added. "The man is a regular
soda fountain!"

"I'm sorry!" Frank moaned.

"I don't think that was a complaint," Omar said. "Blackie told me you were
a good leaker. That is a positive asset here at the Ali Baba Baths."  Omar
motioned for me to get up. He took my place at Frank's spigot. I had been
under the impression that Murad had the real interest in man juices.  I
discovered Murad was a scout seeking out men for Omar.  Omar loved it. Omar
and I shared Frank's cock for the next hour. By the time we were done,
Frank was comfortable.

Frank was both affable and pleasant, but he had another attractive
characteristic. While he got excited easily, he had a hard time
climaxing. The sweet juices began to flow as the slightest suggestion of
sex, but he had a hard time finally ejaculating. For those who like manly
juices, that was a blessing. Frank was happy sitting in the corner of the
steam room with men sucking his ball juices for hours.

His balls struck me as stunningly productive. Not everyone found this
attractive, but enough did to make Frank a popular man. Frank was shy and
timid, but as he found friends, he began to explore his sexual
potential. The men who love to milk his manly juices were enthusiastic and
many were skilled.  A number found ways to coax his man seed from his
balls.

I'm not sure he understood the pleasure derived from his drooling cock for
other men. He felt he should repay their kindness. He eventually fondled
his playmates genitals.  If the steam room were empty, he would lick a
cock. Frank didn't actually suck the organ; he concentrated on the cock
head. He seemed to like the tender knob especially the tender ridge that
connected the foreskin to the cock.

I had just walked in the steam room when his tender ministrations achieved
their natural result and Frank got a mouthful of sperm. The man he was
sucking loved it; thanked him and left.  I took a place at Frank's cock,
which if course had been drooling at a great rate. A second later, he
filled my mouth with sperm.  I had never taken his before and almost felt
honored.

I had Frank's entire organ in my mouth, so not a drop escaped. My lips were
at the base of the cock, and my tongue caressed the sperm tube on the
underside. When his ejaculations stopped, I continued to massage the
underside of his cock with my tongue, milking the last remains of his
orgasm. When I finally got up and left he whispered, "Thank you." That was
a rare thing for the reticent man.

Frank developed a relationship with Col. Windner. Col. Windner was a
blustery, slightly pompous man who tended to watch whenever he could. He
was bald, but possessed copper-colored, mutton-chop sideburns of great
size. His beefy body was covered in curly, copper hair. As I mentioned Omar
didn't like watchers, and had poked the Colonel from the rear on one
occasion. Omar's cock didn't fit well, and the Colonel was
discomforted. While he was uncomfortable, Col. Windner came back, but made
sure he was actively engaged in sexual activity whenever Omar was near.

This may have been harsh medicine for Windner, but he soon became more
popular.  When Omar made a surprise visit to the steam room, Windner went
to Frank who was in the corner. Windner had sucked me several times but it
was a perfunctory effort, without enthusiasm or skill. Windner seemed to
love what he found dripping from Frank's cock. When Windner got up after a
half hour of sucking, he was fully erect. Windner had no idea he was
excited by Frank's cock drool. Windner was a beefy, almost fat man, and his
cock was normally concealed under the shade of his gut. Not so after his
time with Frank. He displayed a thick and massive organ.

Omar noticed it and complimented the colonel. Windner turned beet red.  He
was embarrassed. Omar stoked the organ and complimented Windner again.

I thought it was odd that Windner was comfortable with his cock concealed
by fat, but embarrassed when he sported an impressive erection, but the
mind is a strange thing sometimes.  Later that day in the shower baths,
Windner asked me how often Frank visited and when. I told him he came every
day or two at dusk. It was late fall and masons could only work in
daylight.  It was cold and Frank came to warm up. I mentioned that I wasn't
sure his rooming house was heated.

I tended to visit the Ali Baba after dinner at the school. My school's
students were half "day boys" and half boarders. A number of the "day boys"
parents dropped by during the day. While boarding school food is typically
poor, our food was good. The families paid top dollar for their education
at the school, and many knew members of the school board. They complained
if this expensive school served starvation portions.

I began to notice that Col. Windner was at the baths quite regularly and he
was often with Frank. They were a miss matched pair. Frank was lean and
quiet; the colonel was fat and incessantly talkative.  They got along
well. The Colonel also had done some reconnoitering and discovered Franks
tits were sensitive and playing with them increased the flow. Windner's
finger explored Frank's ass. Windner was very gentle, but insistent. Frank
enjoyed it all.

It was a cold winter and masons only worked when the temperatures were
above freezing. Frank moved into Windner's house and served as a handyman
during the lean months. Both men continued to frequent the baths. They
enjoyed the warmth and sexual stimulus of the baths.

I eventually came to know both men well.  I had misjudged Col. Windner.  He
was a much decorated officer who had served in the Indian Wars and had been
a spy in Mexico. He was badly injured by bandits in Mexico and could no
longer serve. He was bored to death with civilian life and longed for the
camaraderie of army life.

He had never acted on his sexual tastes in the army, but the Ali Baba baths
were a revelation to him. His longing for men had been entirely
intellectual and spiritual. He was an officer; they were his men, his
responsibility. He loved them deeply. At the baths, he had no idea how to
convert his intellectual affection into physical passion.

He had a few false starts, but Frank's generous flow of manly juices was
what he needed. Frank was the sort of man he had under his command, strong,
manly, hard working, sensible and direct. I assumed they would have a
master and servant relationship once Frank moved into Windner's house. That
didn't happen. They were friends.

Col. Windner had commanded a troop of cavalrymen.  Oddly, the men of the
Ali Baba baths became his troop. Soldiers are rarely alone, they live and
fight in a group. Windner loved Frank, but he needed a troop too. I must
admit the men of the baths were not particularly obedient, but they were
affable. For an army officer who had spent 35 years ignoring his sexual
desires, the Ali Baba Baths gave him a chance to make up for lost time.