Sucking a lineup in a bath

the year was 1979, and i was on a hitchhiking tour of the country.
our story takes place in a bathhouse in new york. this place charged $5 for a locker or room before midnight, good for twelve hours, so i was enjoying my first night. sex was rampant, with guys getting off everywhere.
after i slept some, i went to the orgy room and sat on the mat.
a guy walked up to me and opened his towel to reveal a nice cock. (don’t ask what any of the men looked like, i can’t recall.) i wore a swimsuit most of the time.
while i was sucking him, another walked up behind him and stuck his hard shaft through the other’s legs! i played with it while continuing to suck the first one.
he finally got off. i’d say maybe ten minutes. he then wrapped himself and departed, and the one behind him took his place.
much as i would’ve liked to go right to town on this new penis, i knew that would be irresponsible. i told him to wait a couple minutes and i’d be right back. he asked why, and i said i had to rinse out my mouth first. i then went to the rest room and gargled mouthwash. when i felt my mouth was sufficiently rinsed out, i returned to the orgy room, when cock number two was still waiting.
he came, thanked me, and left, but in the meantime, yet another had come up and i got to feel him!
i repeated the procedure, and everyone thanked me for taking that extra step to cut down the risk of transmitting something.
the process repeated. when i’d come back in and sit down, i’d say, “next!” or “who’s next?”.
two hours later, the supply ran out. i’d had eight!
i quipped that part of my stay with, “*slop, slurp*, thank you, come again, next please!”.
all told, i think i had a dozen!
i was in the city for nine days, and in that time had sex with 59 different men! the trip then continued.
it was a record (most in a short time) that stood for about two years.
bur that’s another story.