Millers Town Baths 3
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I tended to remember who was at the baths, and when a man wanted to know if so-and-so was there, I could often tell them. The bath cubicles were in four clusters. The first group nearest the entrance was for new men. Calvin and Chester liked that area too. They were friendly and liked to do slow introductions to gay sex. Calvin claimed that sperm tasted better when you sucked it for the first time from a virgin. Both men were willing to provide the first ass a virgin fucked.
The second cluster was for solo regulars. Lawrence called it cruising central. The third was for regulars who wanted something more intense with a pal. It was mostly for pre-arranged dates. The most distant cluster was for men that Lawrence referred to as being open minded, experienced and tolerant. That might have been called the anything goes cluster, but there were limits. SMBD was not allowed and verbal abuse was forbidden.
You couldn't be spanked for being a "bad boy," but a natural, fully erect cock could correct you by stretching your ass wider. If you had been very bad, you might be put in a sling to serve every man in the cluster. This was unusual, but surprisingly none of the bad boys ever complained.
Once and a while the baths allowed parties. These were rare and for long term patrons and their close friends. These events had to be parties not orgies. I knew these existed but had never been invited to one until Marty asked to his birthday party. It was on Tuesday night from six to ten in the evening.
The party was a ruse. One of his pals, Dustin, was going in for a major operation to remove a cancerous growth. The prognosis was poor, and the party provided a chance to see his friends for maybe the last time. The birthday was just an excuse. Dustin was a shy man who was embarrassed by attention, but he would go to Marty's birthday celebration
Dustin was a big bear, like most of Marty's friends. Marty was my friend, but he told me that Dustin was all top and turned on by small men. Marty wanted me to get close to Dustin and see what happened.
Dustin was a baker and he produced a stunning cake. It looked like a standing rib roast, substituting penises for the ribs. Ringing the penises were coconut frosted donut holes. It was a success. It was both funny, tasty and surprisingly attractive. The cake helped to change the focus of the party from Marty to Dustin in a natural way.
It turned out to be a party with incidental sex rather than an orgy mixed in with conversation. While the sex was incidental, it did not lack intensity. The men knew each other and were all sexually experienced. There were no virgins in the group. Sex was comfortable and friendly. Renewing friendship can include refreshing memories of sexual connections. Comfortable and friendly men have many different intentions; cocks have only one objective. I can suck a cock just to be friendly, but I am not surprised to have my mouth filled with the former contents of my playmate's balls. There were no surprises in this group. Sharing an orgasm and its sticky residue with a friend was normal.
The men knew about Dustin's taste for small guys and steered me towards him. Dustin had lost weight but was still a big man. He was shy but small men didn't intimidate him. I told him how much I liked the cake. I told him I would have liked to have eaten more of it, but I had to save room for sperm which was my truly favorite party food.
Dustin told me had had some sperm available if I didn't mind taking it from an old guy; he was born in 1940. I said that was a good vintage and began milking him. Let's just say, Dustin was into it and I caught his enthusiasm. He had a large knob and a wide slit. I could get my tongue deep down the piss tunnel. It was almost as if I were tongue fucking his cock. It good from the start but got better when I sat on his cock. It was thick and not that long, but his oversized knob reached my prostate on the dark side of my sphincter.
Every move he made rubbed my prostate a different way and applied pressure to different parts of the excited gland. Every movement of my ass caresses his tender cock head. We had an audience watching and encouraging us to keep at it. Many of them had taken his cock years earlier and the liked watching a new man react to the bloated cock. After almost twenty minutes Dustin had a massive orgasm, with applause from the group.
I was exhausted so Marty and his lover Duke lifted me off Dustin's love pole. Lifting is the wrong word. They transferred me from Dustin's cock to Duke's organ. I had met Duke, but never seen him naked. He was huge, notably long. He picked me up and skewered me on his tool, slipping his cock in deep, deeper and all the way. He held me off the floor a I felt like a hood ornament.
"Sorry about this, I don't get to fuck a cum loaded ass often," Duke said. "If it hurts, I'll let you down. I shoot easily so it won't be long." A few minutes later I felt a fire hose spurting in my ass.
"That was beautiful," Duke said as he pulled out.
I was a bit dazed. Marty came up behind me. "You've made a lot of friends," he said as he nudged his cock into my just vacated ass.
"You can't have too many friends," I said as I shifted my legs to give him better access. His cock slid in easily. We had never fucked before. A man named Slim came over and sucked my cock. It was lovely. Slim and Marty were calm and gentle. Slim deep throated me as Marty went deep in my ass. I know that officially was sex, but it felt like a gentle, genital massage.
A week later Dustin died an hour after the operation. The doctors found the cancer had spread more widely than the tests had indicated. The situation would have been hopeless had he survived. My status at the baths rose after the death. Dustin had been happy after the party and had hope we might be able to do it again. Death was preferable to months of increasing pain.
The bear community thought I had taken a charity fuck from a needy man. Marty and I were still good friends and Duke seemed to have taken a shine to me. My sex drive was two or three levels higher than Marty needs and I filled in for Marty in the slow periods when Duke was needy.
Marty knew about the problem and didn't want Duke picking up strangers. I was not Duke's type. My ass, however, was a nearly perfect fit. I didn't meet Duke's emotional needs, but my ass took care of his tendency to wander. Marty approved.
Slim had been Dustin's special friend. Slim was tall, thin and looked scrawny wearing clothes. He worked for the town crew and was muscular when you could see his body. He was poorly educated and had a severe stutter that made him almost unintelligible. Duke told me he came from a White Trash family that treated him like dirt.
Had his stutter been treated and he had been educated he would have been a different man. Duke had connections with the city crew said he was a dependable hard worker. Somehow, he had connected with Dustin and found a man who treated him as a human being.
Slim saw that Dustin enjoyed me. For some reason he thought that if he fucked me, he would feel what Dustin felt on his last good day before he died. Marty and Duke were part of the mystical network that somehow knew things. I couldn't understand Slim, but Duke told me of the situation. Slim wasn't my idea of a dreamboat, but he was a good guy and I felt sorry for him. A few weeks later Slim and I connected in one of the cubicles. I wasn't too enthusiastic about it, but I figured getting fucked by him could only be so bad.
Slim came to the baths after working. He was a ditch digger-laborer and was covered in dirt and sweat. Having worked at the baths for a while, I knew the difference between a week or two of dirt and a single hard day's dirt. Slim's dirt was fresh. We showered together.
I fondled his equipment and it seemed more impressive that it had before. Lubricating his cock, Slim bent me over, and I pushed in. My ass offered no resistance.
I relaxed since he didn't need to force his way in. We were still for a moment. I felt something. It took me a little while to realize it was his heart beating. I was a bit shocked. My body was feeling his heartbeat. He began to slowly push in and out. With each movement I felt closer to him. Ten minutes later I couldn't tell who was fucking whom. His cock was in my ass, but I felt we were single organism.
I knew that was due to the intense sexual sensations that must have commandeered my mind, but it was lovely. I wanted it to be true. I realized Slim was feeling the same thing. When he shot off, I hoped the sperm occupied my entire body.
I got to know Slim well over the next month and as I got to know him, the stutter diminished. He liked me. He had two pals on the town crew, Lex and Tommy. Lex was a giant and Tommy was small. Both were strong and muscular, but Slim was the smartest man in the group. The three of them lived in a shitty apartment. It was scheduled to be demolished for a new building.
I had bought a house in Miller Town after I received and inheritance after my Grandmother's death. I lived on the first floor and had an apartment above. Slim rented it and that was a good for me and for him. Rex and Tommy moved in with him. They thought my apartment was beautiful. I gave them an old television. It was old but it was a flat screen and they loved it.
The three of them were neat and liked to clean and fix things. My neighbors were elderly, and "the boys" as they were known in the neighborhood, like to mow lawns and rake, so they were soon popular.
One of the men I knew at the baths, Bobby was a graduate student in speech therapy. Slim was sensitive about his speech problem. Bobby was smart and friendly, but he was a plump butterball and sexually needy. He was not a stud magnet. Slim loved to fuck and Bobby was willing to take a cock and was grateful. Sometimes you just get lucky. Slim and Bobby both had stamina, and a 30-40-minute fuck was ideal for both.
Somehow Bobby worked in some speech therapy as Slim pounded him. While Slim was fucking, he relaxed, and his speech improved. Sometimes I joined in to give Bobby's ass a rest. Bobby would talk with Slim as he fucked me.
Bobby thought that the pleasure Slim felt fucking, the sense of family he felt with me, Lex and Tommy helped to counteract the problems due to his abusive family. Bobby may have been right, but there was no way to suggest that regular gay sex was a good therapy for speech problems.
I discovered that Lex and Tommy didn't have sex. They had naked fun with guys. Technically it was sex, but it was without emotional attachment. They weren't in love with Slim, they had naked play with him. Lex was six feet four, muscular and hung. Tommy was a five-four, muscular bear. Slim was their protector and friend. Slim introduced them to the baths, but he made sure that he or I were there to protect them. They were trusting of people in general.
I don't think I am a slut, but I do seem to be open to making new friends. I have one quirk. Some men only become sexually involved after dating for months and years. I often connect sexually first and the become friends later. I am afraid my cock and ass make friends first. It made friends with Slim, Lex and Tommy. The sexual connection turned into genuine friendship. We were pals who you could count on.
All was going on well until a new principal took charge of the school. Edward Pointer-Jones had been at an upscale school in Connecticut and applied for a position at the Miller Town School. He was the perfect choice for the bankers and stockbrokers on the school board. He was there for a year when he announced a plan to relocate the school in a trendy suburb. He planned to cater to an upscale clientele.
While the bath was not affiliated with the school, our lot was owned by the schools. When the women's bath was given to the school to expand, by error it included the men's bath's site. There were two major problems with this. The school was created to serve Miller Town and students of reduced means, and the baths were given to serve to town.
Pointer-Jones hired lawyers who thought this a technicality. The Miller Town residents did not. While the more recent residents of the area tended to me more middle class than millworkers; they were not the trust funds heirs that appealed to Pointer-Jones. We could not afford the blue-ribbon law firm hired by the school.
I was on the sidelines since I knew nothing about the law and was not influential in anyway. I was surprised when Slim told he had a new fried he had introduced to the baths, who was a lawyer. The lawyer was deeply attached to Tommy.
Tommy was friendly, affable and loved sex. He was dim but functioned well with Slim protecting him. Jonathan Briar Linwood, the lawyer, was at an elevated tier of the legal profession. As a youth he had a neighbor who had handicapped son. The boy had been treated badly by the other kids, and Jonathan had done little to help.
Jonathan was eaten up with guilt. He should have helped. When he connected with Tommy in the baths, Jonathan had a chance to be nice. He was afraid at first, but Slim assured him that Tommy loved it. He was a full participant and liked Jonathan. The first time Tommy sat on Jonathan's cock, he purred in satisfaction. Slim had a suspicion that it was the first time Jonathan sexual satisfied anyone.
Jonathan was a Fortune 500 corporate lawyer, although Doc told me it was more like a Fortune 100 clientele. Marty was close to Tommy too. He kept an eye on Tommy when he was there without Slim. Jonathan was frightened of the biker bear, but they worked this out when Jonathan discovered a good place in Marty's ass.
Marty was smart and had been involved with the lawsuit, helping the pro-bono lawyer who was working on the case. Marty understood the case and explained it in a direct way. Jonathan was interested. Jonathan's interests were not casual. Jonathan saw that the case was based on flawed law and had major implications. The will stipulated the school and baths were to serve Miller Town. By selling the property and moving 15 miles away, he intent of the will was rejected. The school and baths occupied seven acres in the city. The city was reviving, and those acres had considerable value. The chairman of the school's board was a developer. Like most lawyers, Jonathan was not trusting and didn't believe in coincidences.
Jonathan's thought the school's lawyers were not top drawer, and the argument in the suit would work only if the bath couldn't afford good legal representation. Jonathan delegated one of his up and coming staff to beef-up our pro bono man. That lawyer, Harold Billings was a fireball. Jonathan was getting older and there would be a place at the top of the firm soon. Harold knew who deserved the position and how to get it.
Jonathan apparently knew or suspected Harold's sexual interests would match those of the men at the baths. He knew Harold's wife and thought that if Harold could have mailed his sperm to her, she would have been perfectly happy. He thought she would have preferred immaculate conception.
The baths had lost the first trial but appealed to the state Supreme Court. That is just were Harold wanted it. Harold got along well with Marty and Duke. Harold was slim, elegant, dapper and well groomed. Marty and Duke liked the lumberjack look. Since I manned the entrance of the Baths, I heard a lot of the gossip. I joined Marty, Duke and Harold in a strategy session. Marty and Duke were intelligent and perceptive. Harold recognized that.
It was productive and more beer was consumed than I realized. Somehow by 10:00, Howard was sucking Duke and I was sitting on Marty's cock. Marty had a friendly cock. He massaged rather than fucked. My ass and his cock loved it.
When Harold was naked, he was less stuffy and formal. Once he was nude, he let it all hang out. There was a lot to hang. I noticed that well-endowed men tend to be comfortable being nude. Duke allowed him a courtesy poke in his ass. Duke was 95% top, but Harold's cock must have been good. It was more than good for Harold. Harold's wife was borderline frigid. They had twins. She had done her duty, and that was enough for her.
Duke's polite gesture was a revelation for Harold. Duke's ass was warm and inviting. It was pleasant and casual until the orgasm approached. Harold told Duke he was close. Duke told Harold to fill him up. There was a wild, frenzied interlude followed by the calm caused by drained balls. You could tell each time Harold ejaculated. Duke could feel him squirting and was suitably appreciative.
When Harold pulled out, Marty went to Duke's ass and licked Harold's sperm as it drooled from Duke's ass. Harold surprised me when he kissed Marty's cum filled mouth. I was at the Bath's desk a few days later when Harold told me it had been the best sex he had ever experienced. He had not realized sex could be so intense and pleasurable. He had never been so uninhibited.
"What am I supposed to do. Does Duke get to fuck me?" Harold asked.
"It's not a tit-for-tat situation. Personally, I think the pleasure should be pretty much equal. If it's too one sided, one side may decide enough is enough," I explained. "The more things you like and do will be good in the long run."
"What do you do?" he asked.
"I am what the sex ads say is versatile. If you can do it, I've done it," I replied. He went into the bath. I was at the end of the overnight shift at 5:30 and went to take a bath. I went in an found Harold in a cubical with the door half open. I smiled at him and he returned the smile, so I joined him.
"Carl, I've never been fucked," he said is a whisper. "I want the let Duke in me, but I don't want to embarrass myself or him. Could you help me?"
"Are you sure you want this?"
"He's big. You have a nice one," he whispered. "I can find out if I can take it."
I was going to say more, but my cock was already hard and it's hard to tell a guy you aren't interested with an erection. I asked if he had some lube. He said he had taken care of the already.
Two or three minutes later I was playing tag with his prostate and he was clearly meant to be a bottom. Harold was a reserved, aloof man. His prostate was his on button, his trigger. He was 40ish and my cock was the first thing to press the button and turn him on. He was a different man.