Carpenter's Town 5 By Bob Archman
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 or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Billy Dee's wake marked a turning point in the bath's operations. Wilton agreed it was viable and took steps to make it permanent. It wasn't a cash cow, but he didn't want to become a financial drain. One of our regulars was a mechanical engineer, Duncan. He was a geek and lacked any social graces.
Duncan was interested in energy conservation and he talked about it incessantly. If you were interested in that, he was an imaginative and clever man. Maintaining interest was a challenge. He spoke in a monotone and expected his listeners to have an advanced degree in engineering. Duncan was tall and a bit beefy; his cock was long and beefy, and he possessed considerable stamina. His organ oozed precum continuously, so he self-lubricated.
If you like marathon fucking sessions, Duncan was the man for you. His monotone voice was restful when his cock was slowly caressing your rectum. He was an edging master and could keep you on the edge of an orgasm for fifteen to twenty minutes. Biff complained his was so hard for so long it hurt. I asked him if he would do it again. He said, "Shit yes!" with considerable enthusiasm.
For Wilton energy conservation meant saving money. He talked to Duncan about saving money on hot water cost. Duncan came back with two ideas. One was to use the hot exhaust air from the kitchen to preheat the shower water. Wilton liked the idea and Duncan knew a plumber who could do the work. Reilly Plumbing was a small, but skilled company. Pete Reilly was a gay redneck, as were his employees. Gay men were not well accepted in the plumbing world except at Pete's operation. Pete and his staff soon treated the baths as their club house. That was good since they were good about fixing things. Pete and his guys weren't pretty, but they were playful, and some were hung.
The men who visited the baths were varied as were their sexual needs. There were a few "look, but don't touch" men. One memorably good-looking man told me that he liked being watched. He would get semi-hard, but never fully erect. Admiring glances boosted his ego. He was married and wouldn't cheat on his wife, but he said his wife did nothing for his ego. There were some men who dropped in every week or so. Few men who were in close relationships with men came to the baths. The baths were a bad place for men who were jealous. They saw the baths as a gathering of rivals.
Most of our men had either a high sex drive, or astronomically high sex drive. Some of them came a few times a week, or daily. I thought I had a low sex drive until I left the Navy. When the pressure was off and the opportunity presented itself, I transitioned to a high sex drive man.
I discovered that Pete and Duncan had sexual histories like mine. They came from smaller towns where gay men were all deeply closeted and invisible. Richmond isn't a big city like New York or Washington, but it a lot bigger than Martinsville or Emporia. Once they found out what they were missing, they never looked back.
Pete had an almost fatherly relationship with some of his younger plumbers. He came to the baths with a 24-year-old guy, Reggie. Reggie had gotten in trouble at a rest stop, and the trooper spread the word around town of the incident. His parents had kicked him out of the house, and he left for Richmond. Pete gave him a job. Pete didn't have sex with his employees, but he brought Reggie to the baths. Reggie was tall thin and wiry. He was balding, sported a skimpy Fu Manchu, but had a thick forest of hair on his chest, treasure trail and bush. It was a slow day and only Duncan and I were showering.
"Phil, Duncan, this is Reggie, a new man at my shop. We all share some common interests. I was kind of hoping you might show him the ropes," Pete asked. "I think his life could use a pick-up. He had to leave home because he's gay, but he doesn't get the full sexual benefit of being gay. He likes to suck, but that is about it."
"I'm not exactly a virgin!" Reggie complained. "I've messed around some."
"How many times have you been with naked men who let it all hang out?" Pete asked. "These guys can take you places you've never been before. You need real man sex, not messing around in the barn."
"Well, being naked is kind of new," Reggie admitted.
"You sure look good naked," Duncan said.
"Are you guys dirty old men?" Reggie asked.
"If you're lucky, we are," Duncan said, "I hope you'll be dazed, confused and wondering what in hell felt so good!"
Reggie looked at us and then smiled. "I'm game!" Pete left us alone with Reggie.
"Pete has oversold our experience," I said. "We are late bloomers. I know it took me a while to figure out what felt good and what felt great. If you don't try it, you will never know. By the way, this isn't a required course. It's entirely voluntary." As I talked, Duncan moved closer to Reggie and his cock rose to a full erection.
"You have a big one," Reggie remarked. An erect cock spreads like the plague in a shower room. Reggie caught it first. I was a little later. Bruce and Rocky had entered the showers. They didn't join in, but they showed hard. Reggie saw them and looked uneasy until he saw their erect cocks. He smiled and remarked. "I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore." He bent over and began to suck Duncan. I came closer and he looked like a kid trying to suck two lollypops at the same time.
When Reggie stood up and took a break, Duncan dropped to his knees and worshiped Reggie's organ. "I guess it's okay if those other guys watch?" Reggie asked.
"There are no secrets here. There is no need to hide anything. It's all good," I said. "The hairy, dark haired guy is Rocky. He's a good masseur, but if he gives you a massage, he's a top, and he will get in your ass."
"I'm not sure I want that," Reggie said.
"Somehow, when he's massaging you, you eventually will want it. By the time he pops in you will crave it," I said. Reggie began to moan as he ejaculated into Duncan's mouth. Duncan was like a thirsty man in the desert who just found water. Reggie was shivering in excitement. He looked a little unsteady, so I held him. My erection touched his ass cheeks and he shivered again.
"Maybe I should go now," he said when he calmed down.
"How many times have you shot off in a day? When I was 15, five or six times was no problem for me," I said.
"I shot off eight times one day," he said.
Bruce was listening, and he joined us. "If you stick around for a while, you will recharge. It may take you more time to shoot off a second or third time, but your cock won't complain about that at all," Bruce said. Reggie's cock was dripping, so I took care of the problem.
"I've have a cubical, why don't we go there and relax a little?" Bruce suggested. Duncan, Reggie and I followed him to the cubical. By the time we got there Reggie's tool was already getting firm. The room was small, but when you are naked, small is good.
"Reggie, when you were messing around, did anyone take your load?" I asked.
"No, I did most of the sucking," he replied.
"Did you like it when I took yours?" Duncan asked.
Reggie smiled. "I sure did. It was great."
"I'm glad you liked it. I usually have a rule that I only eat it when I know and like the guy," Duncan said. "It tastes better. I thought you needed some encouragement to get into man sex more deeply. I was pretty timid about man sex at first. I thought I was semi-gay. Once I got into it big time, it was much better, and I mean much better!"
"It's sort of like being semi-virgin. If the cock is in your mouth or ass, it doesn't make any difference if sperm is or is not involved. You are not a virgin. The good news is that in man sex, you definitely will not get pregnant," I said.
I thought cum would taste like piss," Bruce said. "It took me a while to get over that."
"I like sex, but not love making. I'm not into kissing and stuff," Reggie said.
"I feel the same way but let me give you a pointer. It sounds tacky and superficial, but make love to the cock, and don't worry about the man. I fall in love with the man about a minute before I shoot off and stay in love with him until the last drop of man seed squirts from my cock," Duncan said. We all laughed.
"I am semi-romantic. When I am soft, Duncan is an average looking guy. When I hard, he's not that bad. When I'm in his ass, he's fucking beautiful," Bruce said. "For your information, Phil has cock with all the accessories, precum galore, and enough sperm to keep anyone happy."
We had a second round of cock sucking. Reggie sucked me, and I think the came to like my precum. He switched to sucking Bruce and I think he got into it. I sucked Duncan for a while. He told me he would like to fuck. I wasn't in the mood, but I said yes to be polite. I had no expectations, but Duncan turned out to be a good top. He eased his cock in and then went hunting for my hot spots. He found a couple spots I knew were there, but he found a few more.
"This is really good. Would you mind if I go all the way?" he asked. He was just being polite. He was shooting already. As he shot off in me, Reggie took Bruce's load. They broke apart as Duncan pulled out of my ass. Reggie came over to me and we kissed. That was unexpected. Even more unexpected, Bruce's load was still in his mouth. We shared it. Reggie had made the jump from messing around to hot man sex.
When Rob and Gill moved to Richmond, they gave up their music careers and bought a small advertising-video production company, Light and Action, using some of the money inherited from Billy Dee. The company had been successful, but the owner wanted to retire. While Rob had been okay as a performer, he had a real skill at finding talented people. It took less than a year to be recognized as an up-and-coming firm.
Rob got along with Pete, the plumber and Thompson. They were both successful businessmen and gave him the benefit of their experience. That advice included avoiding sex with the gay staff. Gill suspected several of their staff were bar flies. Like Pete, they introduced some of their employees to the baths. You can be a real slut at the baths, but you never get drunk on sperm. It was safer than getting blotto at a gay bar. Drunk driving was a problem, but it could affect your judgement about the men you pick up. Men like Rob and Gill were highly sexed. They oddly saw the baths as therapy, channeling sex drives into safer ways than cruising bars and having a drunken one-night stands.
Both Pete and Thompson warned them about office romances. "Business is business and romance are romance" is my motto," Pete said, "You get into deep do-do if you combine the two. Light and Action's employees were mostly young, talented and imaginative. The youngest was Max, a short, slight, 23-year-old script writer. He was the idea man for the operation. His pal was Hugh, a tall, heavy bear. He designed and built sets. A third man, Del, was the costume and makeup man.
Max was five-feet-four; Hugh was six-four, and Del was five-eight, depending on his shoes. They were mostly high-heels for men. Max a hairball with an average cock that looked over sized hanging from his small frame. Hugh was average too, but it looked small on his well-padded frame. Del was shaved smooth, all queen, but he had a king-sized cock.
Max looked like Tom Selleck, until you realized his size. One guy made a snide comment about that and discovered that Hugh took it badly, very badly. They were friends who shared the same sexual preference, but they weren't lovers. Hugh connected with Pete and he introduced Reggie to Max. Reggie and Max were the same age, but Max was experienced and Reggie was new to the scene.
Reggie thought Max was handsome, even if he was short. Max thought Reggie was a manly redneck. He was used to artists and more effete men. Max barely had to bend over to suck Reggie. I don't know if there is love at the first taste of precum, but that is what it looked like. Reggie later told me that Max was a master cock sucker. If Max liked precum, he loved the thicker creamy stuff. Reggie fed him a gully washer.
While they played, Hugh and Pete went at it. Pete took the lead sucking Hugh. Hugh was appreciative, and they traded places a few times. When Pete nudged his tool into Hugh's backside the sexual atmosphere intensified. This wasn't the first time Hugh had taken a cock in the rear.
Things were getting hot, but sex is self-limiting. As Reggie took Max's load, Pete popped, and then Hugh had a hands-free orgasm. Shortly thereafter, the group broke up, but they all knew they would return for more on another day.
A few days later, on a Saturday, I dropped in the restaurant little before six in the morning. The restaurant was catering a big wedding and I opened the kitchen for the staff. I had a long talk with the chef who had everything under control, so I went to relax at the baths. Rollo, the doorman, was there and the cleaning crew had just left.
Old Clyde, a carpenter, arrived just after me. He was a good man and a great carpenter. In his mid-60s, he was still working. He had been a head carpenter for a high-flying, general contracting firm five years earlier. The owner left town one weekend with all the firm's cash and the retirement fund. Clyde was left up the creek. He had worked for me on my house. We were showering and talking when Del came in.
Del hadn't gone to bed yet after an all might party. Someone had called him an old queen, and that had set him off. Del was thirty-five and did not take it well. Rob had told me that Del's tongue should have been registered as a lethal weapon, and Del was raving. He had not been lucky at love that night.
"Maybe you could get lucky this morning," Clyde suggested.
"I'm not that hard up!" Del replied. He stopped raving. After a pause, he said, "I'm sorry, you must think I'm a fucking asshole!"
"Well, the thought crossed my mind," Clyde said with a smile. He paused. "You still might get lucky."
"I've never done it with a guy who is my grandfather's age. It might be a bit kinky," Del mused.
"I'm an old-fashioned ass fucker. I do it jack-hammer style. Do you bottom?" Clyde asked. Clyde had a nice tube of uncut meat, that had begun to get firm.
"Shit, I took the entire JV football team when I was 14!" Del said. "I've never taken an old guy before, except for the coach, of course."
"Is spit lube enough for you?" Clyde asked. Del nodded. Someone had left a tube of lubricant in the shower. Del wasn't exactly a virgin, but he soon discovered that Clyde didn't have a cock; he had the perfect cock. Somehow the redneck carpenter and the flamboyant make-up artist were a prefect fit. Clyde's cock hit every good spot in Del's ass. Clyde said that if sperm was made of cream, he could have used Del's ass as a butter churn. Clyde pulled out after he seeded Del.
Thompson came in the shower just after Clyde pulled out. Thompson saw Del's open hole and filled it. Soon, Del was complaining that Thompson's cock was too big, but that didn't seem to have any impact on Del's erection. Thompson pulled out and Del changed from complaining to begging for more. Thompson shoved his cock back in.
"It takes me a while to shoot off, so your ass may be sore when I am done. That isn't a problem, is it?" Thompson asked.
"No sir, that isn't a problem at all," Del replied. While Del liked drama and angst, he didn't like it as much as a big, hard cock in his ass. Thompson didn't take that long, and when he pulled out, Clyde had recharged. Clyde had a second orgasm in Del's ass.
"I can't take anymore. I'm wiped out," Del said.
"If you could squeeze your sphincter and get the last few drops of cum out of my fuck tool, I will be done too," Clyde said. They broke apart. Clyde went off to work. He did small jobs on the weekends. Every day was a work day for him.
That evening Pete was there with another one of his men, Gus. Gus was a bear, six-feet-tall and 250 pounds. The weight was a mixture of muscle and fat. He had a muskrat sized beard and a remarkably hairy back. He didn't shave anything, so he appeared to have small face enveloped in wavy black hair. The tip of his uncut cock peaked out from his thick bush. Pete said he was a good plumber, but weak on the social graces.
He came in the shower when Hugh, Gill and I were there. Pete went upstairs to talk with Wilton about something. Gus took a double-take when he saw Hugh. I don't think ran into many men who were bigger than he was. Hugh was friendly, but shy. He was a social butterfly compared to Gus.
Hugh said hello to Gus. Gus nodded at him and his cock became erect. That was the genital equivalent of shaking hands. Hugh's cock responded, but not as fast as Gill's organ.
That was when Rob walked in the showers. He looked around, surveyed the situation and then asked, "Have I missed anything yet?" Gill smiled and motioned for Rob to come over. Pete later told me that Gus was uneasy in a sexual situation and tended to hang back. Apparently, there were enough erections in the shower room to make Gus feel welcome. Gus went to Hugh, Rob and Gill went to Gus. I directed traffic and after a few minutes directed them to the cubicles.
It was a small room, but closeness wasn't a problem. The two big men didn't seem to have any trouble sucking cock and their own tools were easily accessible. It was frenzied at first but calmed down and there even was some conversation.
"You're new here, what are you into?" Gill asked Gus.
"I'll do anything you guys want," he mumbled.
"Maybe no one told you the way it works here, but everyone gets a chance to do what they want. Maybe not every time they visit, but it needs to even out," Gill explained. "Do you like to suck or fuck? Sucking and fucking are acceptable too."
"I've not done that much," Gus replied. "I've sucked a few guys and one or two have fucked me. sucking was fine, but the fucking wasn't that good. I'm not sure they were doing it right."
"Well I do it all. I top, bottom, suck and like to be sucked. I think that's common here. I know Rob does it all," Gill said.
"Phil taught me to do it all too," Hugh said. "I wasn't into bottoming, but I've learned to like it. most of the men here know how to do it right."
"I can tell you that it's unlikely that anything you thought you would like would be unexpected here. If it is unexpected you will get points for originality!" I said. Gus' cock had relaxed when we started talking but had grown as we discussed the possibilities. Gus was lying back on a bench and his cock was fully erect.
"Would you mind if I massaged your cock?" Gil asked. Gus nodded. In a split second, Gill straddled the bench and sat on Gus' cock. Gus moaned.
"Shit, I forgot to tell you. I want to massage your cock with my ass. Are you okay with that?" Gill asked.
"I'm going to shoot!" Gus said.
"That's why we are here buddy. That's why we are here," Gill replied. Gus calmed down some, and Gill had a nice ride. When he finally got off the cock it looked as if buckets of sperm drooled from Gill's ass.
"I'm sorry about that," Gus said as he looked at the dribbling sperm.
Gill smiled. "No one at the baths has ever complained about shooting too much sperm!" he said.