Going to the public bath with Karl

Maybe it was the healthy country air or maybe it was just in my genes - at any rate I hit puberty fairly early. My body was still slight and lean from a very active outdoor life and I was yet to show signs of facial hair.

I grew up far out in the Danish countryside and visits to our capital - Copenhagen - only happened when we visited my grandmother.

My grandmother was a very nice elderly lady - but being cooped up inside a flat for days on end wasn’t exactly particularly exciting so I went down into the court hoping to find somebody to play with.

That’s when I met the neighbours - Karl Jensen and his wife Katrine. Well at first I only met Katrine but she invited me up to their flat for hot chocolate and biscuits and that’s when I met her husband Karl.

Karl had just turned 66 and had retired as a bricklayer the previous year. Katrine was still working as part-time help in a local shop.

Karl and I hit if off from the beginning. He taught me to play Chess and several games of cards and we ended up spending a lot of time together.

In Copenhagen in the 70’ies the old flats often didn’t have bathing facilities - there would be a toilet and a washbasin and that was it. People would wash themselves in the kitchen after a long working day using a flannel and then there were public baths were people would go for a thorough wash and shower 2-3 times a week.

The people visiting the public bath would vary over the day - in the late morning and the afternoon it would usually be older people as they had the time to go there. In the early morning and the evening until closing time it would be younger people going there before or right after work.

Karl and Karine didn’t have a shower or bathtub either so they would both use the local public bath.

One day - when I was about to climb the stairs to Karl and Katrine’s flat I met Karl on his way out.

‘I’m going to the public bath for a wash - will be back in a couple of hours’ he announced.
‘Can I come with you’ I asked.

He looked at me in a funny way and then said ‘I guess you can but we need to ask your grandmother first’.

We then went straight to my grandmother and she didn’t object but handed me a towel and some money for the entrance.

The public bath closest to Karl and Katrine was a male-only. The female facilities were about a block away.

The place was clearly quite old but nicely maintained with white tiles from floor to ceiling.

After buying your ticket you first entered a changing area with loads of screened off tiny booths where you went in, closed the door and took off you clothes. You then exited again locking the door behind you and thereby secured your belongings.

‘We can share a changing booth’ Karl said as we made our way from the ticket office to the changing area.

Once inside the tiny booth we started to undress - and since there wasn’t a lot of space we couldn’t very well hide from each others gaze.

Karl had a very nice body - clearly defined by lots of hard work and very little in terms of unhealthy, fattening food. He had a little chest hair and quite hairy legs and arms but it was what was between his legs that really got my attention.

Karl was seriously hung. I was only 12 years old but had seen other grown-up cocks and I could instantly see that Karl was in a league of his own.

Soft it hung about 7-8” (20+ cm) over his really fat, firm ball sack - he had plenty of foreskin that covered what looked like a very big cockhead. His ass wasn’t bad either - muscled and firm.

I couldn’t get my eyes from his crotch and suddenly I realized that I was about to get hard. Quickly I averted my eyes but I noticed that Karl observed me with a sly smile.
With our towels wrapped around our waists we then exited and headed towards the shower area.

The showers were arranged in two long rows opposite each other with about 4-5 feet of space between the two rows. Each row consisted of 8 shower heads and there was no partition walls between each shower so everybody could see everybody once in there.
Just outside the showers there were a big wall with hooks to hang your towel on.
Karl took off his towel and hung it on one of the hooks and I followed suit.

There were already 7 other men in the showers - ranging from late 40’ies till early 70’ies. All looking very nice.

Karl took the central shower head in the right hand side of the room.

‘Come here Klaus - we can share this’ he said motioning for me to join him under the water spray.

The other men were all aware of us and were casting stolen glances in our direction - I’m pretty sure boys my age was a rare sight in there at this time of the day.

Karl started by applying some shampoo to my hair.

‘Close your eyes so you don’t get soap in there’ he said to me.

I closed my eyes and felt his hands massaging the shampoo into my hair - and soon I felt the soap running down across my face.

I was expecting him to rinse the shampoo out of my hair but instead he started to wash my body - which kind of confused me. I mean I was 12 years old and used to shower on my own.

But I soon felt that this was a different kind of washing.

Karl made me face outwards so all the other men in the shower room could see me clearly - and then he made me raise my hands above my head as he proceeded to wash under my arms. I suddenly felt his big cock poking me in the back and it had an instant effect on my own cock - it started to grow. I quickly lowered my hands to cover my groin but Karl wouldn’t have it.

‘Keep your arms up - you haven’t got anything we haven’t all seen before’ he said in a hushed voice.

I couldn’t see anything with shampoo still running down my face - but I could clearly hear strange smacking sounds all around me like skin hitting skin.

I felt Karl’s hands move down over my body and starting to wash my cock and balls. And he was really thorough and I was completely hard at this moment - every one of his movements send shivers down my spine and the thought of the other men watching added to whole experience.

Then he suddenly turned me around and made me bend forward and he proceeded to spread my ass cheeks and started cleaning my ass cleft thoroughly - and he even, carefully slipped his indexfinger inside my ass hole. At this point the slapping sound had grown stronger and they seemed to be nearer.

His finger disappeared and next I felt a wet, warm sensation in my ass. It was a feeling I’ve never tried before and it felt amazing - the wet, warm but short digit probed my ass hole before entering but it was like it was soft and hard at the same time and I soon felt hands on my hips steadying me. I later learned that what I experienced for the first time was getting tongue fucked.

The slapping sounds had grown stronger and these were now accompanied by heavy breathing and moaning that could clearly be heard above the sound of splashing water.
Suddenly I heard some really heavy grunting and I felt something warm and wet hitting my ass cheeks and then I heard the same sound from another angle and again something wet and hot hit my ass and lower back.

And suddenly I heard Karl’s distinct voice saying ‘FUCK’ and then I felt something warm, wet and kind of slimy hit my face.

Then the warm digit disappeared from my ass, I was spun around and placed against Karl’s chest and he started to clean me starting with the shampoo.

When I could see clearly again I noticed that some of the other guys had left but that all of the remaining men sported erect or semi-erect cocks and when I looked down at Karl’s cock it was clearly much bigger and the head was completely exposed and something white and thick was dripping from the tip.

We went out from the showers and dried off before going back to the changing booth.
Once inside I sat down on the bench and started putting my socks on. Karl was standing in front of me, still naked, putting on his shirt. The confined space meant that I had Karl’s huge cock right in front of my face - I could clearly feel the heat emanate from his crotch and smell the soap he had used to wash his privates. If I put out my tongue I could almost touch his still exposed cockhead and while this thought went through my head I suddenly saw one final drop of his cum from earlier forming a drop at his piss slit. It hung there. White, cloudy and shiny.

I had stopped putting on my socks and now just sat there - transfixed by the sight right in front of my face. And subconsciously I sensed that Karl was observing me - he had stopped buttoning his shirt as well.

And then I leaned forward and let my tongue remove the cum drop.

Karl let out a soft moan and then I saw his cock start to grow. It moved away from his body and got thicker and I had to move my head slightly backwards to allow room for this monster to grow to its full size.

I felt Karl’s hands under my chin.

‘Open your mouth’ he whispered and I obeyed.

He then carefully let his big, fat shiny head enter my mouth and he then pushed as much of his cock in that I could handle. It wasn’t much but Karl seemed to be very please - he bend slightly at his knees and slowly let his cock slide in and out.

It wasn’t long before his breathing became fast and abrupt and then he came again. 7-8 spurts of thick white cum shot into my mouth and all over my face. It didn’t taste bad at all and I kind of liked it.

After he had cum he squatted down in front of me and took my hard cock into his mouth and sucked me until I came in a dry orgasm.

He then cleaned my face and we got dressed and on our way home he quietly told me to keep that little adventure between he and I. Obviously I agreed but also asked him whether I could come with him again next time he went for a bath. He told me that I could and for the rest of the two weeks I stayed with my grandmother we went there quite often - and events heated up considerably. I’ll come back with more details on that later.