Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:40:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali Baba Baths 7

Ali Baba Baths 7
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 comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

Several days later, I was walking home by Central Park and Aldred came up
to me.  He must have noticed I went by the park often. It was a little out
of my way, but it was good to be refreshed by the trees and fields of the
park after spending the day in the institutional school buildings.

"Do you have time to talk?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied, "I always have time to talk with a friend."

We went to a bench. I was a cool day, so we were alone. I had a heavy coat
as did Aldred so we were unaffected by the chill.



You think of me as a friend?" he asked. "I was afraid you might think of me
as a rake who took advantage of your youth."

I smiled. "I'm not that young!" I protested.

"Believe me when I tell you, you are young," he reiterated. "I am afraid I
have used you for my pleasure."

"Aldred, there is no way on this earth that you could have felt more
pleasure than my own," I said. "I loved every minute.  It was beautiful."

"You weren't offended?" he asked. "Macmillan said you had played with men
at the baths.  I wasn't sure of I was doing it right."

"Oh you did it right," I said. "Everything about you is right. You are a
handsome man, an impressive man." I leaned closer to him and whispered. "It
was as if your organ was made for me, a perfect fit. You could do nothing
that was not exquisitely pleasurable."

"I was crude? I left the remains of my passion in you when I shot off."

"I felt that. Every twitch and shiver was wonderful," I said. "You shoot
with great force. I felt it and enjoyed it."

"I think about my parents looking down from heaven and being shocked," he
said. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Well, I think it's about time you did!  Indeed, it is overdue!" I replied.
"I have had some of the same sort of thoughts. My father is a traditional
man, with firm views about pleasure and enjoyment.  He was firmly opposed!
Joy and sin were synonyms"

Aldred smiled. "I wonder if they were related to my parents?"

"Why is the sex act so pleasurable if it sinful?" I asked. "Cheating,
betrayal, deception are all evils and they cause pain and heartache.
Sharing pleasure with your fellow man cannot be a sin. Sharing love cannot
be evil. Of course, if betrayal and deceptions are part of the sharing it
is something completely different. To use a person for your own purposes
without benefit to them is evil."

"You may have a point there," Aldred admitted.

"I think my father's understanding of pleasure is a misunderstanding. He is
mistaken to think that sharing joy with a friend is unworthy or indeed,
evil," I added. "My father was a teacher who wanted to bring enlightenment
and education to children. He was both sincere and skilled as a teacher.
Sadly, he rarely stopped to look at a beautiful sunset, or relaxed enough
to enjoy a fine dinner, or to listen to beautiful music. He thought that
was frivolous."

"If God made the sunsets, food, music and sexual pleasure, I think my
father missed a goodly part of what is to live. He was a good, virtuous and
kind man, but he wore blinders."

"It's hard to see life like that," Aldred said. "It is so different from
the way my parents saw life."

"Have you even created a fine dinner for you best friends? You find the
best meats and fruits and victuals of all sorts. You lovingly prepare the
food, set the table with your finest china and sliver, fill vases with
beautiful flowers and then have your guests not notice, not appreciate what
you have done?" I asked. "You have done all you could to provide a joyful
and congenital time, and they don't notice?"

"Truthfully speaking, I've never given a banquet," Aldred said.

"You haven't given the banquet yet," I said.

"Do you think your father is a bad man?" he asked.

"Not at all. He believes ignorance is the great curse of society. He does
battle against the curse every day," I replied. "His life could be richer
and more complete, but he has a good and worthy life. I assume your parents
were the same."

It was getting quite cold by then. We got up to leave. "Are you going to
your rooms?

 He asked.

"Yes, but I may stop in at the Baths on the way," I said. I am chilled to
the bone!"

"Macmillan tells me wild stories about the Ali Baba," he said. "It sounds
like something out of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire."

"The patrons are most open minded and liberal in their approach to life," I
said. "I have never thought of ancient Rome as a place of friendly sex. I
am quite sure the Greeks saw sex differently. If the vases I have seen are
any indicator, an orgy among friends the was perfect way to end a dinner
party.  The Ali Baba is like that."

"Do you think I would enjoy it?" Aldred asked.

"I think so, but I know they would like you!" I replied.

"I have an engagement this evening, but perhaps you would take me
sometime?"

"I would love to do that," I said as we parted.  I was quite sure he didn't
have an engagement; he needed time to build up his nerve. I understood
that. I went to the baths, warmed up and then went home.

My day started at 5:30 the school at 6:15. Since I ate there, I was the
dining room monitor for breakfast. Many of the boys were still sleepy so it
was quiet and pleasant. As I left at 7:00, I saw a wisp of smoke rising
from the dormitory next door. At first, I thought it was a down draft from
a chimney. A second later I remembered the school had a central boiler.
There were no chimneys on the building.

I sent a boy to the fire alarm box at the street and told other boys to
ring the Dining room bell continuously. It normally rang for class changes,
but it could warn of a fire.  I ran to the dorm. The smoke was now pouring
out of the roof ventilators. As the bell rang, students and teachers began
to run out of the building.

I hope the fire was limited to the attic, but I saw smoke coming from a
window on the second floor. A boy opened a window and screamed for help.
The building next door was under construction. Blackie was there with his
masons. The construction workers had ladders and raced to the burning
dorm. Inside the dorm, the first floor was free of smoke and flames. I ran
to the stair. It vanished into thick smoke at the second floor level.

I tried to get up, but it was impossible to see anything.  The students on
the upper two floors were trapped. The heat was awful. By now, I could hear
fire bells.

I retreated down the stairs and checked out every room. Unbelievably four
boys were still asleep. I got them out of the building. Outside Blackie had
ladders up to the second floor getting boys out.  Their ladders wouldn't
reach the third floor. Several boys had made ropes of sheets to get out the
upper level.  The construction workers had tarpaulins they used to serve as
nets. These worked better than I expected.

Fire engines and hook and ladders soon took up positions. The ladder
reached the third floor, and the combination of the Firemen, students and
faculty and the construction workers saved the day.  No student was badly
hurt. New York has, without a doubt, the finest fire department in the
world, and they were magnificent. Blackie and his crew were brave and
helpful. They filled the gap between the alarm and the time the full force
of the fire department reached and deployed at the scene.

The fire was out a half hour later. The building was not that badly
damaged. Of course all the parents and relatives appeared to find their
boys. I got all of the boys into the dining room and arranged in classes
more or less.  The headmaster decided to close school for the rest of the
week. Many of the boys had lost all their clothes, but the parents were
most generous. I was put in charge of rescuing their belongings from the
dorm.

The head Fireman Captain Malloy was most helpful. To say he was Irish
rather understates the case. Blue eyes peaked out of a copper colored haze
of hair. He was loud, aggressive and very much in command. He only gave
orders and expected to be obeyed immediately. That turned out to be good.
He knew exactly what to do and so when I made a request to get in the
building to save some of the boys' clothes and possessions; he had a plan.
I had only to obey.

That was good for me. We soon got along well. I have no tendency to be
brave, but I had done everything right. I turned in the alarm, rang the
bell and got everyone out of the building could reach.  "Being brave and
being stupid can be the same thing some times," Malloy said. "I hate it
when we need to save the hero and can't save the people trapped in the
building because of that."

He also got along well with Blackie. Since he was working on the building
next door, the school got him to do the clean up and repair. The Fire
department wanted to know what caused the fire. Blackie said he would keep
his eyes open.  Stanford White was passing by the school on his way to a
construction site in upper Manhattan.  He stopped and looked at the
damage. The dorm had a single stair in the middle of the building. By his
nature, Mr. White took charge. He recommended adding a stair at each end of
the dormitory to give the students a second way out of the building.

Alden came by too as did most of the Board of Directors. He knew many of
them. I marveled at the speed of communication.  I had used a phone, but my
father didn't have one, and I couldn't afford the device. All the important
people in New York had one, and the news of the fire spread quickly. My
fast action was credited with saving the day. Two years later the dreadful
fire at the Triangle Shirt Factory made it how near an unmitigated disaster
we had been.

I spent the rest of the day at the school, helping the firemen and with the
clean up. I we surprised that many of our faculty and staff were
uninvolved.  They seemed to regard themselves as gentlemen who didn't get
their hand dirty. I had no such qualms. The headmaster was phoning and
telegraphing parents to tell them all was well.

The school had its own washerwomen who did bed linens. Most of the boys in
the building were temporarily without clothes. With the help of several
janitors, I got clothes from the rooms and had them washed. While some
clothes were burned, most were wet, or smoke damaged.

I rather dreaded finding the cause of the fire, for I suspected it was
cigarettes. They were strictly forbidden, but somehow their allure was hard
for immature young men to resist. The actual cause was defective wiring.
There were un-insulated wires near one of the bathrooms and it shorted out
when there was a leak.

At the end of the day I was bushed. The school hired guards to protect the
building form looting overnight. I went home. The dining hall was closed,
so I had to go to a restaurant. I walked by a shop window and saw myself. I
had to clean up before anyone would allow me in a restaurant. I went to the
baths.

As I walked toward the baths and man called out to me form a cab.  It was
Aldred. "Do you need a ride?" he asked.

"I need to cleanup before I could even consider getting in a cab," I said.
"I must take a bath."

Aldred got out and paid the cabby. "Would you like some company?" he
asked. "I would love to take you out to dinner."

"I would like that too, but I need to get clean first," I said. "Would you
like to try out the Ali Baba Baths?"

Aldred hesitated briefly. "I think I would."

When we entered the baths, Omar greeted me as a hero. The Sun had put out
an extra with a photogravure of me on the front page. The headline was,
"Alert Teacher Saves Students From Dreadful Fate!" I didn't know anyone had
taken my photograph. Captain Malloy was quoted in the story saying my quick
action saved many lives and the building itself.

"Take a bath and get clean," Omar said. "Give me your clothes, I will get
them clean." I introduced him to Aldred Worthington. Omar was always
courteous and welcoming.

"Your first time here sir? Walter is a good guide to our facilities. My
staff and I are always at your service," Omar said.

"Is there a fee?" Aldred asked.

"Not for Walter's friend," Omar said. "He is not only a brave and sensible
man; he is also a good and dear customer!" Omar winked. Aldred smiled.

We went to the locker room and undressed. Murad was there watching over
things. He too had seen the paper. The shower bath was all I could wish
for. I washed and all the soot and grime washed into the floor drain. As we
washed, Blackie and Fergus entered the room. They were even dirtier than I
was. Aldred recognized them as the construction workers from the fire.

Aldred helped wash Blackie's back as I helped Fergus. Once we were all
clean, we went to the steam room. I wouldn't classify Blackie or Fergus as
handsome men, but they defiantly were all man. They were both well equipped
and not shy at all about displaying their organs. Aldred was a bit uneasy,
but the other men were so comfortable, Aldred relaxed.

We were all tired after a long and strenuous day. Blackie and Fergus
weren't so tired they couldn't firm up their cocks. Blackie had a knack for
becoming semi-erect. He was obviously not soft, but not vulgarly erect.
Fergus became erect, but when he was near Blackie, no one noticed. Everyone
focused on Blackie's beauty.

Aldred noticed both men and his cock responded. He and Blackie were notably
well endowed, and they were both interested. Fergus went over to Aldred and
dropped to his knees as he swallowed Aldred's organ. I did the same to
Blackie. Remarkably, Aldred took it in stride as if it were the most
natural thing in the world. All was well.

A little later Fergus came to suck me and Blackie sucked Aldred. Aldred
shot off almost immediately. Blackie turned him on. I knew Aldred was going
to apologize, but when Blackie ate up his cock cream with obvious gusto,
Aldred relaxed and just let the cream flow. It was safe to say the Oscar
Wilde was not the sort of man who appealed to Aldred; Blackie was.

Blackie didn't love his mates, he enjoyed them. They were friends who
supported each other and enjoyed each other. By his sheer size and energy,
Blackie could easily dominate the men around him, but Blackie always gave
as much as he took.

"I hope you find my baths congenial," Omar said to Aldred when he entered
the room. "We are all friendly here."

Aldred jumped a little when he heard Omar's voice. Omar wore his robe and
when Aldred saw his erect organ parting the robe, he smiled. "It is all I
could wish. I think you know another friend of mine, Homer Macmillan?"

"Yes indeed, he is an old and dear customer," Omar said. He looked at
Blackie, who had some of Aldred's sperm on his mustache and beard. Omar
kissed Blackie, licking up the remains of Aldred's orgasm.

"I like things neat," Omar said. Aldred became erect again. "I see you have
noticed my baths attract open minded and generous men. You may have noticed
few of my customers are shy. Here enjoyment and pleasure are always
acceptable and, indeed encouraged."

"I didn't know such a place existed," Aldred said. "It is hard to believe."

"While we are very open inside the baths, we are most private outside these
walls," Omar said. "I opened the Ali Baba five years ago and not a word of
the place has appeared in the newspapers. I am proud to say we have lost
few patrons through the years, and in all cases, the loss has been
unavoidable. Might I say we would be greatly honored if you were to join
us?"

"It seems too good to be true," Aldred said. "It is a fantasy."

Omar smiled. "What most regard as a fantasy are only men allowed to explore
their wishes and desires. We live in a world that seeks to limit, and
indeed ban they ways men can find pleasure and enjoyment. I am most
selective. It is important that all of our patrons are congenial and
agreeable. While nothing is required, many of us become quite intimate. It
is entirely acceptable to explore some aspects of your life that are often
private and intimate. I know of no one who had betrayed this intimacy, or
who has used the knowledge one gains from such intimacy for unworthy uses."

"That would be important," Aldred said. Omar dropped to the floor and began
to swallow Aldred's organ. I went to Blackie and Fergus. My old friends
Gustav, Colonel Windner and Frank came in the room. Gustav and Windner were
middle-aged men with whom Aldred could relate. Gustav introduced himself to
Aldred.

"Let me welcome you to then baths, I am Gustav, one of the oldest members.
They shook hands as if Omar was enjoying Aldred's cock. Fergus moved so he
could suck Gustav.

"You certainly seem to be a happy group of men," Aldred remarked.

"You might say we are the happiest men in New York," Gustav said with a
smile.  Omar took a break. "What a beauty!" Gustav exclaimed when he saw
Aldred's organ. He slipped to the floor worshiped the manly probe.

Windner and Frank had been in the side of the room doing their own personal
explorations. Frank was young and muscular. Windner had once been muscular,
but easy living gave him a belly. This had vanished after Frank move in
with him. The red-faced, red-haired Colonel was looking more like the
dashing Calvary officer he had been as a youth. His cock, that had once
been in the shade of his belly, was now proudly on display.

I was afraid this would strike Aldred as being like a scene from a Roman
Orgy in one of the moralist novels that were popular. Clever novelists
discovered you could elaborately chronicle the sexual goings on of ancient
Rome in detail, as long as the hero and heroine found God in the final
chapter. Usually someone was burned at the stake or became a priest or nun.

Unlike the fantasy Roman orgies, the baths were friendly and almost casual
about sex. As men neared a climax, the activity could become frenzied, but
otherwise it was casual and intimate. Since sex was always a possibility at
the baths, the regular members knew sexual fulfillment was available seven
days a week. There was no need to rush.

We had no young gladiators driven to have a final sexual explosion before
they went into the arena to their deaths. Ordinary men, artisans, laborers
and men of business filled the baths. There was always tomorrow.

A Turkish bath filled with ordinary men wouldn't seem to be a recipe for
lust and complete sexual release. I discovered ordinary men could be
inventive in matters sexual. This was especially true in a tolerant and
accepting place like the baths.

Omar said the baths had almost 200 members. Rarely more than 30 or 40 men
were at the baths at the same time. When they pool their resources and
imaginations it can be exciting. Much to my surprise and relief, Aldred was
both comfortable with the men he met and excited at the sexual prospects.
All was well.