Bathhouse Romance
Not all contact in the baths was as fleeting as described in my earlier story "Seventies Bath Flashes." No, some of them actually lasted long enough to exchange names !
One afternoon after an extended sweaty several hours at the Sauna & Health Club, I was relaxing with a cup of coffee before departing. As I sat and enjoyed the passing scene, I caught the eyes of a young man who had drifted in from the dormitory room. I had not seen him earlier. I suppose I was otherwise engaged when he arrived. He was dressed in a towel and actively cruising. There was a mutual attraction evident and he quickly approached me and began a conversation. He was perhaps in his late 20s, overweight but not very. Nice open face and curly brown hair. Unfortunately, I had had it for the day and was not looking for sex. I was, however, flattered by the young man's attention. The S & H Club normally attracted a middle-aged crowd, and it was somewhat unusual to see someone in their twenties.
I told the young man, whose name was Roger, that I was getting ready to leave. To my surprise, he wanted to leave with me. We had coffee as I thought about this, and then we drifted over to the lockers area where Roger dropped his towel and began to put on his clothes. I told him that it was a turn-on for me to watch him get dressed. He laughed and said that the usual turn-on was to watch someone strip rather than the reverse. He groped me through my pants, and I allowed him to unzip me and play with my limp dick for a few minutes. I felt his full firm ass as he did this. I then pulled on his dick a few times which quickly got stiff. Ah, youth.
Roger and I left, and took a walk in the area, ending up at the Plaza Hotel for a drink. Fortunately we both had on jackets and ties because the dress code in the Oak Bar at the time was very strict. I learned that Roger had a long-standing attraction to older men, and he told me about a long relationship that he had with a much older man when he was in his late teens and early twenties. Supposedly the older man was European royalty, a Duke or something. It was a fun story and a pleasant interlude. Roger gave me a phone number but I never called.
Usually, of course, relationships in the baths involved more sex than that. I'm thinking of a lunchtime spent at the Wall Street Sauna, where I spotted a guy who looked alarmingly like a professional colleague. I knew it couldn't be him since my associate lived and worked in the Washington DC area, but it gave me a bit of a scare at first. Why it should I have little idea. Although I always feared running into an acquaintance at the baths, it was pointed out to me by friends, that there was little to be concerned about, considering we would both be in the same naughty place.
Anyway, this guy was a ringer for Ray, who by the way, was very good looking. The Ray lookalike was also great looking -- perhaps 30 years old, slim, smooth, with a nice wide smile, which he was directing now at me. I returned the attention, and followed him to a small hallway on the second floor. There we touched and groped tentatively, and then we entered a mens room and locked the door behind us. We kissed, masturbated each other, and I sensed "Ray" losing interest. I figured that the contact was about to peter out. But as I began to knead his ass cheeks his interest was strongly revived. He turned half-way around and wordlessly encouraged me to continue exploring his ass. I was happy to oblige, and began to gently finger fuck my new found bottom boy. He spun around, descended to his knees and began to suck my cock which was already hard. In a jiffy it was spit slick, and bouncing toward my stomach. That was Ray's cue to extract a little package from a fold of his towel. No, it wasn't a condom; this was the Seventies before we worried about those. It turned out to be a little package of lubricant which Ray lovingly applied to my cock and to his asshole. He was quite a bit taller than I, but undeterred by this small problem, we accommodated. Ray leaned over, holding the doorframe, and bent his knees to allow me easy access to his bung hole. It was easy to find, fairly easy to enter, and lovely to visit for a while. As Ray closed his eyes, and grunted the usual "Yeah, fuck me daddy," imprecations, I humped away. I shot a load up Ray's ass, which responded by clamping my dick in a series of muscular contractions. We stayed in the venerable position of the doggy fuck for minutes after I had come, breathing heavy, and dripping sweat. A kiss, a hug, a good-by. An annoyed look as we left from some guy who wanted to use the john for the mundane reason of peeing.