AND ON SATURDAYS, THE BATHHOUSE

AND ON SATURDAYS, THE BATHHOUSE

Summer had arrived and, as always, the hot water was turned off. I was preparing to apply to the journalism department. Based on my Unified State Exam results, I was 100% certain to get in, plus I had prepared several of my own notes that had been published in local newspapers.

Saturday. Father is getting ready to go to the bathhouse with his friends. And then, an unexpected offer from him.

— Gera, get ready. We're going to the bathhouse.

Father used to take me with him regularly. But about three years ago, he stopped doing it because Mom thought there was no reason for a child to see naked men drinking. Although, Father and his friends didn't abuse alcohol. Just one bottle

of vodka for three or four people, and beer, of course. But for Mom, it was enough that Father came home smelling of alcohol.

But now Mom actively supported Father.

— Come on, get ready, Gera, — she said. — At least you'll get a proper wash.

I had two reasons to refuse. First, for two years now, I had considered myself a gay bottom, which I actually was, and naked men aroused me. Second, just three days ago, I had removed all hair from my pubic area and perineum. How Father and his friends would react to that was hard to predict.

Of course, I didn't tell Father about the first reason not to go to the bathhouse. But I quietly whispered the second reason in his ear.

— Big deal. Many people do that nowadays, — he said. — I trimmed my own hair down there because it's hot. No shirking, come on, get ready.

Arguing with Father was useless, especially since Mom was on his side.

— Alright, I'll go change, — I said gloomily, realizing it was pointless to argue.

— Why do you need to change? We're not going to a banquet. Shorts are perfect.

— But I'm not wearing underwear, — I admitted.

— That's exactly why underwear isn't needed at the bathhouse. Put on a T-shirt and let's go. The guys are waiting.

We took a taxi to the bathhouse. Father didn't take his car because there was going to be drinking of vodka and beer. Two of his friends were already waiting at the entrance. Five minutes later, another friend, Boris, arrived.

— Why did you take the car? What about the beer and other stuff? — his friends asked.

— I won't be drinking. I still have some errands to run, — he replied. Seeing me, he came over. — Oh, Gera, look how you've grown! I haven't seen you in about five years, — and he hugged me.

The bathhouse was crowded. The administrator was hurrying everyone along and asking people not to linger, as there was a long queue of people wanting to wash.

It seemed to me that none of Father's friends paid any attention to the fact that my genitals were hairless. Moreover, Boris and Anatoly, like Father, had their hair trimmed short. Besides, Father turned out to be right: many of the men and young guys present had no pubic hair at all.

And I had worried in vain that I might get aroused seeing naked men. Such a quantity of naked bodies was unlikely to arouse anyone.

The only one from Father's group who occasionally glanced at me was Boris. Or maybe I just imagined it. Though it wasn't surprising: according to Father, Boris had come to pick up Mom and me from the maternity hospital in his car.

We didn't stay long at the bathhouse. The administrator didn't give anyone a chance to sit around leisurely drinking beer or vodka. So Father, Anatoly, and Kirill decided to visit a beer bar located opposite the bathhouse.

Boris offered to give me a ride in his car. I agreed, said goodbye to Father's friends, and got in the car. At first, we drove in the direction of our house, but then Boris turned off onto another road.

— Where are we going, Uncle Borya? — I asked.

— Please, don't call me 'uncle,' it makes me feel old. Just Boris. — I nodded in agreement. — We'll stop by my place now, it's not far. You haven't seen my new apartment, have you? Well, you can take a look. Then I'll drive you home.

Boris's building turned out to be upscale, with an underground parking garage. The apartment was super! With a huge hall-living room, three bedrooms, and a kitchen-dining room.

— Come in, get undressed. Make yourself at home, — said Boris, inviting me into the apartment.

He quickly got rid of his trousers and shirt himself, leaving only rather tight briefs on his powerful, hairy body. I took off my T-shirt and remained in my shorts. Boris looked at me in surprise.

— Take off your shorts, Gera. It's not very hot outside yet, so I haven't turned on the air conditioner. We'll have some beer now.

— Uh... you see, Uncle Borya, my shorts have a built-in liner, so I don't wear underwear under them.

— First, stop calling me 'uncle,' or I'll be offended. And second, I saw you completely naked in the bathhouse just half an hour ago. So, no need to be shy. No underwear, fine. Walk around without them. Come on, strip, — Boris said categorically. — By the way, so you don't feel singled out, I'll take mine off too. I usually walk around the apartment like this. — After these words, he dropped his briefs and stood before me as he was in the bathhouse.

I had no choice but to follow his example.

We went to the kitchen, and Boris sat me down at the table while he started taking bottles of beer and snacks out of the refrigerator.

I watched him with interest. In general, I liked men like him, lean, not fat, with hairy bodies. I especially liked that Boris's buttocks were also covered with dark hair.

Boris poured the beer into glasses, and we drank the chilled beverage, eating it with sandwiches with smoked sausage.

He lit a cigarette and started asking me about my future plans and where I intended to apply. I told him I dreamed of becoming a journalist. He liked the idea.

After drinking another glass of beer, I needed to use the toilet, and I asked Boris where to find it.

— Come on, I'll show you, and I'll relieve myself too, by the way.

The bathroom amazed me with its splendor. It had a jacuzzi, a shower cabin, a toilet, a bidet, and even a urinal.

I walked up to the urinal and, pulling back the foreskin, prepared to let out a stream. But then Boris came up and asked me to move over. I had to yield, and we started urinating simultaneously. And suddenly Boris asked a completely staggering question:

— Do you like Golden Showers?

— Well, I've actually never tried it, — I replied, not understanding what he was getting at. — Why do you ask?

— Oh, nothing. Forget it.

When we finished, stepping away from the urinal, we turned to face each other. Boris suddenly pressed me against him and plunged his mouth onto my lips. I didn't know how to react and at first just stood there inactive. But the kiss dragged on, and I started responding to Boris, slipping my tongue into his mouth, and he began sucking on it. With my hands, I grabbed his hairy buttocks and lightly stroked them with my palms.

Finally, he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

— You wanted this, didn't you? Tell me, did you want it?

— I... I... don't know, — I bleated.

Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pressed down slightly. I squatted down, and Boris's cock was hanging in front of my face. I understood what he wanted and took his penis into my mouth, which began to harden with each second. I started sucking it, sensing the smell of urine and, it seemed to me, its taste.

Soon, thanks to me, his cock turned into a decent-sized phallus. I put in all my effort to please Boris so he would get pleasure. With my hands, I hugged his hairy buttocks.

But it didn't last long. To my surprise, Boris stopped me without finishing. I looked at him questioningly.

— Good boy. You're good at that. Enough for now. Let's go.

I stood up and followed him to the kitchen. While I was sucking, my own cock had also risen, especially since I was playing with it. And now we were walking together with Boris, both with erect shafts.

Back in the kitchen, Boris came up close to me, gathered my cock and scrotum into his fist, gave them a slight squeeze, and let go.

— You have a nice tool, Gera. Do the girls like it? — he asked.

— I don't know. I haven't tried with girls, — I replied.

— Well, that means I was right in my conclusions: you're gay, and a bottom at that. Right? — he looked at me intently.

— Right, Uncle Borya. But I think we shouldn't tell Father about this.

— Sit down. I wasn't planning on telling him. Let him remain blissfully unaware. One's own child is always the best for any father. So let's not upset him. — He took an opened bottle of cognac from the cupboard and poured it into small glasses. — This will be our little secret, Gera. Let's drink. — He raised his glass, we clinked, and drank.

Borya lit a cigarette. I asked for one too.

— You don't smoke, — but he gave me a cigarette anyway and held out a lighter.

— Sometimes, when I've had a little to drink, I smoke.

— So, shall we go to the bedroom? — asked Boris when we finished our cigarettes. — Just remember, Gera, I want you to make the decision voluntarily. I won't blackmail you and I don't want to.

I stood up from the chair and extended my hand to him, thereby making it clear that I had made the decision voluntarily and independently.

In the bedroom, we lay down on the huge bed and began caressing each other. When I reached his cock and started sucking it, Boris warned me that now I would give him a blowjob until he came. I just mumbled in agreement.

Boris came in about seven, maybe ten minutes. I swallowed all his nectar and sucked the remnants from the canal. Boris was satisfied. But I remained unsatisfied, and my cock was bursting with tension. And Boris noticed.

— Wait a little, Gera, and you'll come too, and very soon.

We went to the kitchen, drank another glass of cognac, and smoked a cigarette each. Borya went to the bathroom and washed his penis.

And again, the huge bed awaited us, on which Boris had probably fucked more than one boy or guy.

— Pay attention to my nipples, — said Boris when we lay down on the bed. — Suck and nibble lightly, I like it.

I started playing with his nipples and was later surprised that they had enlarged by half and become hard. My body was lying on Boris's stomach, and he was stroking my back and buttocks with his hand. Boris's cock was already ready for battle.

— So, Gera, will your sweet ass let my little one inside?

He got out condoms and lube. I tore open the package and, using my mouth, put it on Boris's cock. He lubricated my anus.

Assuming the knee-elbow position, I awaited the invasion. Boris wasn't in a hurry. He ran the head along my crack several times and only then pressed the tip of the head against the bud of my anus.

Boris pressed slightly, the flower began to open, and his monster started penetrating me. Of course, it hurt a little, as the cock was at least six centimeters in diameter. But from experience, I knew that soon the pain would take a back seat, and I would start to feel pleasure when the cock began massaging my prostate.

And that's what happened. True, Boris fucked me for a long time. I had already come on the sheet and was now impaling myself on the cock pounding me. Boris started lightly slapping my buttocks, I instinctively clenched my sphincter muscles, and Boris let out a moan, thereby showing how much he liked it.

Finally, he tensed up and began thrusting his "little one" into me sharply, and I understood that Boris was about to release his male seed.

— Oh! Fuck, I'm coming! Oh! — And he began shuddering for about a minute. — Oh, that's great! Gera! I love you.

He pulled out of me and collapsed onto his back. I pressed against him, and he hugged me with one arm...

Then we washed together under the shower, and I started getting ready to go home.

— Sorry, Gera, I can't drive you — I've been drinking, you understand. — I'll call a taxi now.

— No need, Boris. I'll manage, it's not far.

Boris took five thousand rubles from his wallet and handed them to me. I looked at him questioningly.

— Gera. Understand this correctly. This isn't payment for sex. You know, I'm alone, and you're like a son to me, despite our intimate relationship. And it's customary to give gifts to children. Take it and buy yourself whatever you think you need. — He put the money in my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

Since then, we became lovers. We met quite often, but unfortunately, I couldn't stay overnight at Boris's place, or how would I explain that to my parents. And each time, he gave me money or made some gifts.

And in mid-August, an event occurred that led to changes in my life. But everything in order.

It was Boris's birthday.

It fell on a Friday, and in the evening Boris held a corporate party for his employees. And on Sunday, he invited his closest friends to his dacha to celebrate his birthday.

He called me on Saturday and asked if I could go to the dacha with him today to help prepare everything for the celebration. I said I was ready, but I needed to arrange it with Father. Boris called my father and asked him to let me go with him. Father agreed and now was himself asking me to go with Boris and help him.

But Father apparently suspected something was wrong and came to the dacha on Sunday around eight in the morning. Boris and I were sleeping peacefully in the same bed and were naked.

Father got into the house through an open window and burst into the bedroom where Boris and I were.

— Ah, so this is the kind of help you needed, you bastard! You seduced my son, you scoundrel!

Boris and I were barely comprehending what had happened and how my father had gotten there. I covered myself with the sheet and wished the ground would swallow me up