Cleveland—April, 2022

I stayed in most of the next day after my night at the Horse Market.  I treated myself to a nice meal that evening, then went back to the hotel and wrote a little.  I was returning to the bathhouse that night.  I was meeting a specific man there.  We had chatted for a long time and always missed each other at various leather weekends—and we lived too far away for a session on either of our home turfs.  But he had a hotel-like room at the baths—and I agreed we should finally meet.  We had talked about keeping the door open to include others as we saw fit.  And playing in public slings to get his hole sloppy with other men.  He wanted some fisting time, but was also excited about taking other tops and being a whore for me. 

I got to the establishment thirty minutes before the appointed time.  Just as I was coming out of the locker room, I met a friend.  I had first met Bob right here at the baths, many a CLAW ago.  He had become a roommate for an IML or two—and then we did that drift apart thing that is so easy to do in this life.  We hugged, caught up, and I promised to find him after my fist date.

The bathhouse was alive already at 9:30; it would be wild in another hour or two.  I found the room of my fisting date.  We played— though there was little connection.  He didn’t want to open the door.  I asked about moving to the sling in a public spot.  Well, he didn’t want his friends to see what he liked to do.  So I stayed for 30 minutes, working my dick, hand and a plethora of his toys into him.  (Three toys at once, at one point.)  And then I left.  It was not the night to shut out the other men of CLAW….

I find Bob in the new play area.  It is being nicely used tonight.  We grab a sling and I get my tongue reacquainted with his fairly furry ass.  Another man works his nipples as I lick him out.  I stand up and slide into him.  Bob squeezes continually, giving me a good fuck.  I love the look on his handsome face—he is telling me just how much he likes the fuck.  So different from the Horse Market.

We take a breather—and go in separate directions.  I head towards the wall where there is an ass in one of the two big glory holes.    I can’t tell much else about the man, other than the butt is full, with a hairy crack.

“Excuse me…” says a voice behind me. 

I turn.  It’s a very young twink in a towel—likely not here for CLAW but just a good night at the tubs.

“There’s a number on your back.  Can I ask why?”

Damn.  I had scrubbed the one off my shoulder, but I couldn’t reach the middle of back to get the big one.  I tell him it is from the Horse Market.

“What’s that?”

I describe the event to him, hoods and all.  All that anonymous bareback hole and cock.  I love watching his face go from wonder to lust to, well, horror.

“And you did that?”

I nod. 

He thanks me, tightens his towel around his thin waist and moves quickly for the door…

I continue to the ass framed in the glory hole.  I kneel and the first time he knows someone is there is when my tongue flicks against his wet pucker.  He has had cock tonight—but not in the wall.  I stand up and give him a hard fucking.  I have no idea his age or looks.  Just Caucasian, likely around 40—with some good anal skills….

*

I take a tour of the building and get some head in the video room.  I go back into the new equipment area.  A fit Daddy is fucking a young, lithe blond boy in the sling.  I watch over to the side with a few others. 

The Daddy sees me first:   “You have a nice cock.”

“So do you.”  At least from what I can tell as he fucks into his boy.  It looks very girthy. 

“Hey, boy, do you want this man in chaps to fuck you?”

The boy has been staring at my dick since the Daddy spoke to me.

“Do you want me to take him?” he asks, wide eyed and looking up at the handsome, hairy man rutting into his hairless ass.

“You know I do.  I told you I’d find you a cock if you were good tonight.”

“Ok, but he’s got a lot of dick…”

The Daddy pulls out.  He takes his beer can cock to the boy’s mouth.  I kneel and eat out the young man’s super wet hole.  It makes me moan into his ass.  The Daddy seems pleased I am taking the time to eat the ass before I fuck it.

I stand up and slap my dick on the boy’s ball sack.  Both the boy and the Daddy watch me drool some spit on my dick.  My aim is good—it lands with a nice splat on my cock head.  I fuck it into the kid. 

He groans. 

Daddy says: “Make me proud.  Take him.”

I start slow and build.  Daddy jerks now, wanting to watch me fuck.  The kid’s head keeps turning from watching me to watching his daddy. 

“Take a turn.  I want to see you fuck some more,” I tell Daddy.  He gladly complies.  “Just let me clean your dick when you pull out.”

He grins, fucks the kid hard and then lets me clean him.  Then he does it to me after my next fuck.

“Can he breed me, Daddy?”

“Ask him.”

“I won’t shoot for a long time yet.  But find me later, and we can try…”

We fuck a little more, back and forth, but the boy needs a break.  They go off, Daddy’s arm around the shoulder’s of the blond young man…

*

At the other sling in the play area, I find a rather elfin man sitting on a chair next to it.  He smiles at me, my dick still hard and swinging as I walk towards him. It is still wet from the blond boy.   This bronzed man, slips to his knees and tastes the ass juices on my cock.  He sighs and redoubles his efforts to clean my dick.

“I watched you fuck that blondie.  Would you do me?”

“Sure.” 

He smiles again.  It’s a great one—the cliché of ‘lights up the room’ flashes through my mind.  He gets in the sling.  I kneel and eat him out.  He strokes a fairly big dick, with a wet foreskin.  My mouth goes over that, too, before it takes some of his pre-cum to his hole.

I stand up and fuck.   The man is vocal.  In a good , encouraging way.  Sometimes it’s words.  Sometimes it’s just sounds of joy.  And it rings true…it’s not bad porn noise.  He strokes his cock.  I think he may shoot at any time.  I slow down, pull out and eat his hole again.  It is extra wet now.  He groans out “Let me taste it…”

I stand up and drool some into his wide open mouth.  He swallows hungrily, as I begin to fuck once again…

“Damn…you have just made my CLAW.”  

This only makes me fuck him harder. 

(More to come—including the return of the Blond Boy and his Daddy.)

The Original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: CLAW: Bathhouse Free For All (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 1, 2022