Carpenters Town

Published on Jan 15, 2018

Gay

Carpenter's Town 3 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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I talked with Biff the next time he was in the showers. I told him that Stevenson was unsure of his intentions. He told me he was not planning to do anything. It depended on Stevenson.

That evening I ran into Stevenson in the showers. He apologized to me for having sex in the shower. I told him he didn't need to apologize and that it was acceptable behavior in the baths. We had a nice talk. He was brought up in a strict born-again family. His interest in music, was a problem for his family as was his joining the Episcopalian Church. His family regarded that as a sin, since their church was the only true path to salvation.

I thought that if becoming Episcopalian was a sin, cock sucking must unbelievably sinful. His brother was in jail and his sister was on her fourth marriage, but the Episcopal thing was the greatest sin for his parents. Intellectually, Stevenson recognized his parents' problem, but that is hard to erase from your mind. His parents had recently died and I think he felt freer to be himself.

I suggested that the old, "Do unto Others" and "Love thy neighbors" commandments were more useful for day to day life. "That seems to be the rule in the baths too," I said.

"You think that applies to sex?" Stevenson asked.

I smiled. "I think those rules apply double in the baths!" I said.

He came close to me. "I'm afraid to do much. I'm not sure about doing it and I am even less sure that I am doing it right," he said.

"Well, you could talk to Biff about that. He's experienced and willing to give lessons," I suggested.

"Biff scares me," he replied.

"Biff is big, but he's a nice guy," I said. "You have nothing to worry about with him."

"He said he would like to fuck me. I don't think I could take his cock," Stevenson complained.

I smiled. "Biff wants to fuck everyone! He never shoves his cock in where it's not wanted. If a guy says it hurts he pulls out and looses his erection. It's a turn off for him," I explained. "I think he's the opposite of a sadist. Talk to Biff. He will help you out." I was betting that while Biff scared Stevenson, he turned him on more than he scared him.

"Do you think Biff would like me to suck him off?" he asked. I nodded. "Do I have to take his load?"

I smiled. "You need to take it, or clean it up afterwards. You liked it when he took yours?"

"It was wonderful. I'm not sure I could take his. It seems unsanitary," Stevenson said.

"At the baths everyone had just taken a shower. As you noticed guys are pretty good about cleaning their cocks," I said.

He smiled. "I noticed your cock is really clean," he said. After a pause he asked, "What does cum taste like?"

"Most men's cum is slightly bitter. It's not as sweet as precum. For me, it doesn't taste good, but it's not bad," I explained. "I've enjoyed it with men I like, or who turn me on, not so much with other men. I don't know if that is an actual difference in taste or a difference in attitude."

"Have you tried Biff's?" he asked.

"It was good, but I like Biff. He's outgoing and cheerful. He shoots a huge load and I would feel guilty not to like it," I said. "He shot so much I thought he probably needed regular draining." As I talked, Stevenson leaned over and began to suck me. As I had been talking about Biff, my cock had stiffened in response. A little later Stevenson discovered that he liked precum. Five minutes later he tasted my cum. In porn videos, they usually show sperm spurting at a man's face, with a few spurts landing on the tongue.

At the baths, the cock head was usually in the mouth and shot off out of view. As we played there were five or six men taking showers. They had been watching us and knew what we were doing. The orgasm was hidden from view and felt intimate. It was just Stevenson and me. There is a serge of emotion just before and during an orgasm. While it was most intense for me, I knew that taking the cum could be intense too.

When we broke apart, I noticed sperm dripping from Stevenson's cock. He had a hands-free orgasm. I realized he wouldn't have any trouble with Biff.

A few days later, I ran into Biff. He said he was meeting with a pal in the cubicles and asked if I wanted to come along. He said his pal wanted to be fucked and wanted for someone to suck him so he could have what he called "stereo" sex. For some reason I said yes, and we went to the other side. His pal was Jerry, a lawyer. He was well up the corporate lawyer food-chain. He was my age, with a hairy chest.

"Tim volunteered to help us out," Biff said, "Jerry doesn't bottom much, but he was a warm spot for construction worker's cock."

"You shouldn't say that. Tim will think I am a freak," Jerry said

I smiled. "You may have noticed men here are open minded. I'm not sure your interest even counts as being odd," I said.

"I was hoping that Biff would shoot off in me and I would shoot," Jerry said. "Is that odd enough?"

"Here that is not considered an oddity. I think that is called getting lucky!" I said, laughing. Jerry laughed, and he relaxed.

"Jerry's been fucked, but never been seeded," Biff said.

"I've had some experience with Country Club sex. Those guys were too fastidious to trade sperm, and I wasn't that interested," Jerry said. "I have moved beyond my sell by date, so I am out of luck."

"Am I any port in a storm?" Biff asked.

"I confess, that is what I thought at first when I came here," Jerry said. "You turned me on. I'm generally not interested in being fucked. I want to be fucked by you. The thought that your home brew, made in your balls, travelling through your cock and shooting up my ass, excites me." As he talked his cock turned rock hard. You can give a guy a line, but your cock is sincere and truthful.

"Are you talking about love?" Biff asked. "That's not my scene."

"I'm talking about cock and sperm," Jerry replied.

"I'm not into lovey-dovey stuff, but I sure am into cock, sperm and shooting off big time!" Biff proclaimed.

Jerry's cock was a lust thermometer. Over the next ten minutes, I could almost trace Biff's cock's travels into Jerry's ass. He oozed sweet precum when ever Biff hit a good spot. Biff was a big, unsophisticated man, but I could tell that he knew what rang Jerry's chimes. When he found a good spot, he returned to it. When I sensed Jerry was close, Biff would move his cock to a less sensitive place. I thought both men were edging, getting close to an orgasm.

Eventually, there was two or three seconds between Biff and Jerry's orgasms. They were perfectly coordinated. Biff would ejaculate and then Jerry would shoot. I knew the coordination was accidental. Careful planning does not occur mid-orgasm, but it was exciting when it happens.

I continued to suck Jerry's drooling cock and Biff continued thrusting until they both calmed down.

"Was that what you wanted?" Biff asked.

"Shit yes," Jerry replied.

Another group of regulars surprised me. They were committed gay couples who liked a little variety. Monogamy is not always a guiding principle for gay men. Harry and Johnny were typical of this group. Harry was a 55year-old in shape, bald man, with a hairy chest. He had the look of a retired Marine. His partner, Johnny was thirty, an actor and a tall, thin otter. He played the romantic or heroic lead in local productions. They were both stud magnets, attracting other handsome men.

Johnny came from a problematic background, privileged but mostly absentee. Harry was the loving father he never had. Harry loved the affection Johnny gave him. While they were deeply attached, they also liked the admiration other men showered on them and missed the attention. There was another problem. Harry was all top, but Johnny was 70% bottom, and 30% top. He had urges Harry would not meet. Thee arrived at an unorthodox solution for their problem. They would admit they had wondering eyes, so they shared their playmates.

This could be difficult at home, but was easy at the baths. The atmosphere at the baths tended to be relaxed and sex was casual anyway. Johnny could find someone in the gang shower and then connect with Harry. Men loved Johnny, he was handsome, gifted and well hung. Harry's demeanor tended to be aloof and intimidating. Johnny told me that Harry's personality warmed up once his cock explored your ass.

Younger men went for Johnny big time. That was good, but he had a taste for older men. Harry liked younger men, but attracted older men. Harry and Johnny had been quite sexually active before they met. They understood each other and would trade playmates.

Harry told me this arrangement took a while to work out. "Johnny is demonstrative and enthusiastic during sex. He attracts men like flies. It was hard for me to watch him go at it with another guy. He's a good actor, but I've seen his sperm dripping from his playmate's ass. that isn't acting. When we traded partners, I got to fuck his pals. You've noticed Johnny had a long thin cock. mine is fat and shorter. It does a job on a guy's prostate. Johnny's pals went crazy. I was shocked at one thing. I love to use Johnny's sperm as lubricant."

"I also discoverer there is a sense of brotherhood when you share playmates," Harry added. "I can enjoy watching Johnny go at it, when I know I will be in that playmates ass soon enough. I has no effect on my one-on-one play with Johnny."

I never thought that I would become the informal manager of a gay bath house. I had worked with personnel in the Navy, and much of my work at the baths was similar. From time to time there were little spats. I was good about defusing these situations. Some of our guests were in the closet, others were out, and a few might be way out. I made a rule that lifestyle choices were strictly an individuals' choice, not subject to membership committees or friends who knew what was right.

"Unless you can tell who is in the closet or out by sucking their cocks, it's not a problem," I said. That little formula seemed to satisfy everyone. Men's lives can be complicated, and a single rule for all didn't fit.

Saturday mornings and Sunday during church were popular times for married men. They could get away from their wives who were shopping, or at church. A woman might like her husband, but she didn't want him to help her shop.

There were also some very out men who liked that time too. One of these men, Jerome, explained it to me. He was a well-known decorator. "Closeted men are often less experienced. I like introducing men to the joys of gay sex. I like being the first, and I help them," he said. "Once you suck a man dry, or fuck him to the moon and back, it's an experience they will have for the rest of their lives."

"You're a gay Mother Theresa?" I asked. Jerome noticed a touch of skepticism in my voice.

"Guys who hold it all in can turn odd, squirrely," he explained. "Once and a while you need to let it all hang out and let off some steam."

Jerome could have made the Virgin Mary seem macho, but he was a nice man. There was an element of self-interest in his charitable urges. He did a lot of work for the wives of his playmates. He could redecorate the living room and have a good excuse to connect with the husband.

Jerome realized we had some wasted space in the game room. We added a partition and made it into an oversized cubical, 12 by 15 feet with its own hot tub and shower. Jerome designed a wrap-around bench that could be either a seat or a bed. Some called it the orgy room, but Jerome called it his boudoir.

The room was popular, and Jerome usually rented it on Saturdays. Most sex at the baths was public anyway, but the boudoir was somewhat more private and by invitation only. Jerome's equipment was a little bigger than average, but I was big enough to be invited. He was one of Wilton's good friends, and Wilton visited quite regularly.

I tended to drop in most Saturdays. This week, Jerome had invited Mitch, an engineer, Sean, a teacher; Rex, a cop, and Sandy, who didn't want anyone to know what he did to his boudoir. Jerome was always welcoming but not overly so. He wanted the men to get involved at their own pace. Jerome was also a firm believer in teaching by example. He usually had well experienced man join in to get the ball rolling. This Saturday he had asked Carlo to join in.

Most of the men were shy and uneasy about being naked. The men in porn videos and in advertisements are usually gym rats or beach bunnies. Real men don't look like that, but many feel their bodies are inadequate. Carlo's body had all the grace of a brick, a hair covered brick. Jerome could have been a male model when he was younger. He was smooth, toned and tanned.

Jerome and Carlo would connect and fondle each other and then begin to suck. It only took a few minutes for them to progress from the polite sex to crazed, out-of-control frenzy. I was sitting between Mitch, a bald otter, and Sandy, a short, blond Viking type. I think they found Jerome and Carlo's display educational and inspirational, if their erect cocks were any indication.

I was hard too, and that annoyed me. I like to play my cards close to my chest, but a hard cock made my interest obvious. Sandy leaned over and licked my cock. He approached it gingerly, as if it might bite. It did twitch a little when his tongue made contact. Sandy gave me a worried glance. I smiled, and he returned to my cock. I patted his head as my other hand fondled Mitch's cock. He moaned. I felt a blob of precum on his slit and used a finger to spread over his large cock head. He ejaculated a single spurt of sperm. I shifted to lick it up.

I let him cool off a little, but I returned to buffing his knob with my tongue. I think Mitch wanted to play it cool, but his cock turned into a precum soda fountain. I think my cock had begun to leak and Sandy was clearly appreciative.

"Are you going to shoot off?" Sandy whispered. "I've never taken a load before."

"Just keep on doing what you are doing. No one will know you have taken the load if my cock head is in your mouth," I said. I had a feeling he wanted to take it, but he didn't want anyone to know he had taken it. Jerome and Carlo were verbal as they fucked. All eyes were on them.

I went down on Mitch, swallowing his entire cock. When I pulled back, he began to shoot. That set me off, and Sandy took it all. He had to swallow twice. When we broke apart Sandy had a satisfied look on his face. He had taken a gully washer and hadn't choked. Mitch sat back and looked as if he was falling asleep.

I got on the floor and sucked Sandy. It took only seconds for him to shoot off. His load was thick and sweet.

Carlo had left, and Jerome was sitting alone. "Guys, I've rented this room for the morning. If you've shot off already, please stay and recharge. I know some of you are new to the scene, but a second orgasm takes longer which means you cock will have a lot more play time," he said. "Carlo has dumped his load in my ass, but don't worry. There is room for more of your special sauce. One friend of mine told me Carlo shoots the best lube in the city. I have no idea how he found that out, but you can try it."

Sean and Rex had been watching, not participating. Sean was tall, thin and balding. Somehow, he gave the impression he didn't have a functioning muscle in his body. Rex was an average height muscleman, with shaved head and body. He obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. Sean went over to Jerome began lubricating his cock. Rex came over to Sandy, Mitch and me.

"I'd like to try some of this stuff, but it's hard to get started," Rex said.

"Why don't you just sit there, and I will try to get you started," Mitch said. He got on is knees and sucked Rex. Rex immediately responded to Mitch's tongue.

"What should I do?" Rex asked.

"You just need to relax and let nature take its course," I said. "Sometimes you overthink things. When I was in the Navy, an old hand told me that when it comes to sex, you need to relax and let your cock and balls do the thinking for you."

"Did you take his advice?" Rex asked.

"Hell no! I thought he was crazy as a loon. I understand what he was saying now. Sex isn't an intellectual exercise, it is a basic part of life." I said, "I thought there was life and then there was sex. You can't do one without the other. Sex needs a partner to reach its full potential. Maybe the partner might be a wife, but it works with a buddy too."

"We aren't exactly buddies," Rex said.

"We aren't buddies yet," I said. "Friends and buddies are nice; friends-with-benefits and fuck-buddies are usually better."

Rex glanced at his cock. "It's small," he whispered.

"Don't worry. It's not too small," I said as I leaned over to suck it. Rex was a typical man who focuses on what he sees as his weak points, disregarding his strong points. He was an impressive muscle man, the sort of man you see in physique magazines. His cock was hard and his balls churning out precum as soon as my lips touched his knob. I guessed he would shoot off quickly, but I didn't get to find out. Jerome had taken Sean cock and been seeded. He came over to us; tapped me on the shoulder and asked if he could cut in.

Sandy joined Jerome took over my sucking duties and double-teamed Rex. I joined Sean and Mitch. "I want to enjoy this place, but it seems too good to be true. It's like a dream that lasts only until you wake."

"That may be true, but I can get off in a few minutes," Sean said.

"I guess you are right about that. When I first discovered masturbation, I was could pull it out and get off in less than a minute. I found a pal and if we found an out of the way place, it would take two or three minutes max," Mitch said. "That was before we knew there were gays. Gays were really bad, and guys talked about beating them up."

"I'm a teacher, and this place is great because there are no kids, no minors. After teaching for ten years, sex with a minor is the last thing I want, I want a place where there are no minors within 100 feet.

Next: Chapter 4


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