Kyle was only nineteen, good to go, but naive in the affairs of the body. He knew he was gay, but hadn’t come out yet. He was inexperienced and had a lot of questions. Kristie seemed to have the answers.
How could it be that a woman knew more about gay life than a young man with those predilections coming of age? Kristie had been in show business all her life and had made fast friends with the chorus boys who were both flamboyant and unrestrained in their gossip about their secret lives.
They gave her advice on how to keep a man happy. A lot of their lessons included tips on how to give a good blow job, “Suck, don’t blow; it’s not a candle.” They also had advice on anal sex, “Use lube, and take an enema first.”
She hadn’t actually performed in the baths, but she had heard enough stories to put the scene together. She explained to Kyle about “Glory Holes” and the “Orgy Room.”
When he came back home after a weekend trip to the city, he looked like something the cat drug in. He was totally fucked out. She told him to go in and take a long shower while she heated up some soup for him. What he needed right now was to clean up thoroughly, drink some hot soup, and go to sleep. He had been up for three days and nights and had sex with at least twenty people…. He couldn’t remember exactly, he lost count after awhile.
“The ‘Glory Holes’ were true,” he said. He was sitting in a stall taking a long shit when somebody put his dick through the wall as an invitation. It was at the perfect height for him to take a taste. This was so much fun, not knowing who was on the other end of that prick. He took it into his mouth and went to work on it. The guy came just as Kyle dropped a loaf into the toilet.
Then he headed over to the “Orgy Room.” A daisy chain was in progress, so he joined in. He was already really horny again after sucking that unknown guy. When the older men saw the young thing approach, they quickly made room for him in the middle. They ravaged him in every possible way.
He went down to take a shower and a hot tub and then went up on the roof deck to sunbathe. He dropped his towel and laid out on a lounge chair dozing off for a brief time. He awoke to Somebody’s mouth on his prick. He came and then came again when he fucked “Somebody” else up on the roof deck.
Kristie listened to the whole story. “I guess this was your coming out party,” she said sweetly as she covered him up and tucked him in for a well deserved sleep. She was happy that he had got this out of his system.
“Youth is the time for foolishness,” she thought. She wondered if there was such a place for straight people to frolic. She thought she might have tried it, if there was.
(First published 9/6/12)
