The old baths were great

The old baths were great. The two back rooms had double bunk beds, and the clientele were on the older side. But as I remembered, this one young, beautiful Italian guy told me that’s what really turned him on; he enjoyed the hungry look in the eyes they gave him. The main attraction of the evening, when things got heated up, was always the back room. Two guys on the top bunk-fucking away, first- just getting into it, then slowly picking up speed, until the bunk was really rocking, and you could hear the shrieks of pleasure. By that time, all the older guys had gathered around, peeking over the top of the bunk. Now, the heat is on! And shouts are heard from all around, urging them on. Well, by now, the night attendant in the front office had to get up from his desk and start the long run down the hall to the back room, trying his best to quiet everyone down. One evening, I remember sitting on the bottom bunk, and this older guy came over and slowly sat down next to me. Before I knew it, this guy’s hand had found its way onto my knee. I slowly moved it away, and got up to walk around. Walking through the halls, I took up a conversation with a black guy. As we were talking, the older guy, who had put his hand on my knee, came walking by, with a white towel around his waist and dark sunglasses on. The black guy said to me, “Do you know who that is? That’s Truman Capote.”