Cleveland—April, 2022

I made it into Cleveland easily.  It was rather odd to be in a hotel again; even if it was not the host hotel, it was busy and full of people.  I had decided my way back into CLAW was to stay somewhere else—and mingle as I felt motivated.  I set up my room—and wrote a little.

After dinner, I decided I really wanted to explore the bathhouse in town, not try to juggle the apps.  I had not been to this one in several years.  The pandemic was not the only excuse—but the last couple of CLAW’s I was just too busy elsewhere to go.  Flex is huge—so I would only be in crowds if I wanted to be…

I got there around 10pm.

I ditch the clothes in the locker and take a tour to familiarize myself with the place again.  I am dressed in a used, but clean-ish, jock, chaps and boots.  My towel is slung over my shoulder.  The wet area is on the same level as the locker room.  Up a floor, I find the old play area/video room.  There are more fuck benches and other assorted fuck furniture in it now.  I go down the hall to what was once the CLAW wing of the bathhouse.  The bathhouse has now set it up as its own garden of earthly delights with a dark area, gloryholes for dicks, a padded table, a glory hole wall for asses, a padded table that swings on chains and the usual couple of everyday slings on stands.  And there is one other person milling around in the space—who is not interested in me at all.

I walk a little more and find the tiny sling room in the middle of all the single rooms.  There is a young man in it.  He’s very good looking, his ebony skin shining in the spot light trained at the sling.  I kneel and eat his ass.  He strokes his sizable dick while I do it.  I spit one last time on his hole and stand up.  My cock pushes at his wet pucker.

“Man, I’m only looking for guys to suck me.”

I stop dead, shrug.  In a sling?  I go back to my tour.

The sling in the old play area is now busy.  A trim, hairy man around my age is getting fucked by a much younger guy.  I stop and work on the bottom’s nipples.  He groans and thanks me.  The young guy fucking him is having trouble with his erection.  He is squeezing the base of his cock as he pumps.  He leans over to suck the bottom, making it hard to give him a good stroke.

The bottom looks at my cock.  “Let this guy have a turn.”

The young man reluctantly agrees.  He moves to the side, his hands on the bottoms nipples, as I go in.  The bottom is instantly telling me how to fuck him.  I want to cover his mouth with my hand, but I don’t. 

“I want you both in me at the same time.”

The kid turns pale, but gamely says ‘yes.’  I lead them towards the padded bench in the new area.  The kid looks at all the chains and gloryholes---and all but runs out of the room…

*

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I have found a fuck bud in the sling in the old play area.  I am balls deep in Cowboy Boots.  He knows how to work his ass to give me a great fuck.  My hand grazes his nipples as I fuck into him.

“Have you seen the new space?” I ask.

He hasn’t.  We go there to fuck—and to see if we can draw people in.  He hops into one of the slings.  There are more people back here now.  We even get a couple to watch and stroke.  One, a young lanky Black guy, is especially turned on.  He watches my cock split into Cowboy Boots.  When I pull out, he gasps.  “I want that.”

“In the sling?”

“I need to sit on it.”

Cowboy Boots gives me a thumbs-up to go with the young man.  We go to the padded bench.  I lie down.  He unrolls a Magnum on my dick.  I lube it up.  He unrolls one on his dick, too.  Then he settles down on me.  He sighs, pauses and begins to ride and stroke.  In no time he fills that condom with his own seed…

*

Later.

I find a hot looking ass on a table in the old, dark play space.  The only light in this dark area falls on the ass crack of the man on all fours.  I caress those cheeks and figure out that it is Cowboy Boots.  I slip into him again and fuck.  The bench squeaks in rhythm with me.  This attracts guys.  They stroke.  But I can’t get anyone to take a turn up his ass.  I smack his butt—letting the sound ring in this dark area.  CB tightens down on me and I continue to plow…

*

I wander the warren of single rooms.

One door is open which does not have a man on all fours.  He is young, handsome and has a killer smile.  His black skin looks even darker as he reclines on the white sheet.  “Come in,” he gestures.  He sits up and in moments is giving me exquisite head.  He does my shaft, my balls and back again.  He loves when I fuck his face. 

He pulls off me to catch his breath.  The gym and his hard work have given him a magnificent chest.  And killer abs.  His cock, a good seven incher, is rock hard.

I think that’s it.  And reach for my water bottle.

I’m wrong.

“I love your cock.  Will you fuck me?”  He flips over. 

His bubble butt is perfectly formed.  I go to my knees.  He moans into the tiny pillow as my tongue connects with his tight pucker…

More to come...

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: The Bathhouse Warm-Up (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  May 26, 2022