I've been pretty much out of the group scene since Flex Columbus closed about 4 years ago. Last night, I decided to check out Club Columbus - I had been there one time about 15 years ago and at that time, I wasn't impressed. It was too brightly lit and lacked the sleazy factor that it had when it was in its former location (which also happens to have been the same location that ultimately housed Flex.

So, anywho....I didn't go until very late, arriving about 12:30am. I had already assumed it was not going to be that busy but that it would me my opportunity to become familiar with the layout, and if nothing else - have a “spa experience” and swim.

I had already been there for a couple of hours and nothing happening...me being on my unique approach to a time schedule, two of the guys that did peak my interest had to check out. It was around 2am when I went out on the deck and sat talking with the attendant. He was subtly letting me know that he'd be paying me a visit in my room were he not working. Three guys suddenly appeared from what I thought was a fence (since 1-it was dark, and 2-I wasn't wearing my glasses). He then mentioned the "back sling" as the place that they were coming from, and also mentioned the sling in the “dark room"

I had spent my time first in the shower, then the sauna, then the hot tub, then the pool, back to shower, then in my room...so, I hadn't explored far enough to find the rooms behind the black curtains. This “dark room” the attendant spoke of was maze-like, with a couple of red lights - the atmosphere dim, but not black-out...it achieved its effect.

Entering through the “east” door to the room to your right there are three stalls with glory holes (two with doors and the middle open on one side. Immediately backing up to these are three more stalls – all with doors, and one with higher and lower walls and a larger door – this was the most private of the booths. Further into the dark room is a large room with risers facing a large St. Andrew's Cross and an open but still separated area with a sling. The other “curtained” room was a TV room, actually rather brightly lit by the two screens of porn.

As for the people, I quickly recognized one from my flex days which made these new surroundings seem a little less foreign. The shower is surrounded by a short wall of glass block, separating it from the built in jacuzzi area (I would prefer a shower that is a little more brightly lit than this one, and later found one in the back of the club). While I showered, there was one guy that was in the jacuzzi, who exited and also began to shower. I was in there to get clean, but I attempted in my assertive way to be friendly and start conversation but he didn't seem interested. He was in his mid-late 30's, attractive and nicely built, but as a very good friend often quipped “I wouldn't cross the street for him.”

Finished my first shower and took a brief dip in the jacuzzi, it is deep with steps leading down to it. It's a large built-in, not big enough for laps, but “swim-able” Stayed in for a minute, then decided to go check out the pool. Off of the shower/jacuzzi room, the door opens to a canopied terrace, lighted with festive colored bulbs running the length of the deck and having some covered seating, and then there is a large deck with dozens of lounges surrounding their outdoor pool, lighted in rotating color at one end. There's a net across the middle of the pool. It was sprinkling a little bit, but I got into the water and it was nice and warm (unsure if it is heated or was warmed by several 90+ days we've had). Did a couple of laps – I really miss swimming and need to do it more.

Time to check out everything else, so out of the pool, a quick rinse into the (very hot) sauna and back to my room to leather up a tad with a vest a thong and boots...my comfort attire. The guy in the next room was coming out just as I was fidgeting with the key to enter my room. I recognized him from an online site and recalled that at some point our paths had crossed, although apparently not sufficiently interesting to justify a repeat.

I got dressed and proceeded to take an exploration. In my hallway, there was an open door about 5 rooms away – apparently the occupant was the cumdump (I thought i'd stop back to check him out later). In my later roaming, I would see another room, in another hall, with another cumdump. So with the limited number of patrons during my stay, there was adequate cumdump staffing.

I, perhaps too often, use the phrase “don't get your panties in a wad.” Well, last night mine were – well actually it was my thong. A leather pouch with chain that goes from the balls up the crack and splits into two chains above to fasten the upper part of the pouch on each side. I like the thong, but I really need some replacement clips, they are difficult to maneuver. As I wore the thong for a while, kinks straightened out in the chain, loosening the fit and leaving me feeling like one of the boys from the hood “saggin” – which was not enjoyable.

I had surveyed my surroundings so decided to return to my room to remove the thong, etc. and pay a visit to an area I had not yet been to – the steamroom. It's not a good idea to wear leather into a steamroom. Back in my room, removed the thong and then the guy from next door stopped in. He was friendly and we chatted for a bit.

I asked him about the time and he said it was about 1:30 – time for him to think about heading home, so he offered that if I wanted a nice dick to suck I was welcome. Now, if he had whipped it out I might have but there was a hidden message that I wasn't picking up on. I would later figure out that what he was suggesting was that I follow him to the dark room (which at this time was still undiscovered territory to me). I told him that I was preparing to disrobe from the leather and check out the steamroom, so I wasn't rudely declining the offer...I left him the option to follow me there if he chose to. He did know this was my “first” visit.

The steamroom is definitely steamy and hot (warm). I went into the anteroom where there is a bench and there was one guy. I couldn't make out any features (it is steamy) but I sat down and we chatted a little. The chat generated no interest on either part, but the conversation was cordial. He moved to the other part of the room and we even continued to chat. Even though he was no more than six feet away, I couldn't even see his outline. I was feeling overwhelmed by the heat so decided to make my exit.

Back to my room, where I grabbed a smoke and headed to the pool deck, where I sat with the attendant, listening eagerly as he told of slings and dark rooms that I hadn't discovered (see above). His break being over I proceeded to explore these locations. As of yet, I wasn't in the dark room at the same time as anyone else. So headed back to my room for a little bit of a rest. A blond guy arrived from parts unknown and opened his door across the hall. His room was situated caddy-corner from mine so I could see right in (and he into mine). I watched him with his back to me for a moment, then he settled onto his bed. I made it obvious that I was “admiring,” although my admiration was short-lived. Although I really don't have a “type” - he wasn't it. He was mildly attractive but had no apparent affability – his ego would get no further stroking from me. He just crouched on his bed and concentrated on his laptop, so for the rest of the evening when faced with him, I just paid him no mind.

I finally ran into one in the room with the cross, we engaged in a little light play and I (for whatever reason) invited him back to my room. This was surprising because there wasn't anything that enjoyable that we had gotten into. Got back to the room, attempted to play around a little, I handed him the poppers and he gooned. He was an ok guy, but there just wasn't any sexual spark so I thought it time to say adios amigo.

There were a couple others strolling through the place, up and down halls and in and out of the dark room. Including one cute cub that I had a smoke with and discussed the “back sling” - he too had not been there in many years and I was quite willing to share the secrets I had discovered. He and I took a wander along the deck to the far side of the pool where a garden path leads to a gazebo containing a sling. He may have thought I was leading him there to delight (which I would have happily done) but the time wasn't right and the glare of the lights from the Burger King next door were blinding me in the spot in which I was standing. So headed back toward my room to refocus before beginning my own wanderings.

And during these wanderings I kept running into the cub, each time subtly making my interest known. I returned to the dark room and was standing in the open sided middle stall as he was passing. He paused, near enough for me to reach forward and pet his chest. This invited him to step forward almost into the cubicle with me but not entirely – rather blocking entrance or exit. I bent over and began to lightly bite on his nips, which he obviously found to be enjoyable, as his cock began to get firm and I cupped his balls in my hand to discovered that they were huge...a real handful. I was thinking to myself how enjoyable to find this set of bullish balls which I knew were filled with cum.

Actually, just wishing for more comfort, I asked if the cub if he would like to go back to my room. His response was that he “didn't know,” so instead I put my hand on the back of his head and neck and lightly pulled it forward to my chest. He understood from this that I desired attention for my tits. He began to chew firm and I was grunting and moaning quickly. From my reaction he quickly realized that this would result in me presenting hard wood.

I kneeled down to give him some oral action, at which I am an expert and master, and in no time, he was grabbing my ears for leverage to fuck my throat. I took only a short break for attention to his balls, licking to both on the sides and beneath, taking them into my mouth cautiously and suckling. I returned his cock to my mouth, bending my head slightly to look upward from my kneeling position to see that his head was thrown back ecstatically. He looked down for a moment at me gazing upward, pulled his cock out of my mouth (which really was not necessary btw) and his cock began to spray hot cum onto my chest, running down my belly with some of the spurts dropping directly onto my leg, cock and balls. I hated to “waste” this semen, but this spraying did feel really good. I looked up at him and began to rub his cum into my skin. I was getting a cramp, so up I stood to notice that we had company in the hallway and a cock pointing eagerly toward us...well, actually, at me.

OK, I thought, I'll assume the role of oral cock pig—returning to my knees. My cub was still partially blocking the doorway, so this new cock was impeded but not deterred. I began to suck a little, but something just wasn't right this cock was odd. It felt like rubber – not covered in rubber – it felt like a spongy rubber dick in my mouth. Well, this just wasn't going to do, I felt it time for me to make a hasty exit back to my room.

Sitting on the bed, my cub popped by my room and I quickly closed the door behind him (to close off view of the guy across the hall...still on his laptop). Cub was spent but had stopped to tell me how much he had enjoyed our romp, and I returned the sentiments by thanking him for the cum moisturizer treatment. It was now 4 am, and I told him that I was bushed and ready for bed so was gonna take off and hoped to run into him again.

Thinking back to him declining the earlier invite back to my room I hypothesize that there are a couple possible reasons.

1. He enjoyed having an audience, or
   
2. He didn't believe my “i've never been here before” thinking that since I invited him back to the room somewhat quickly that I may have been one of the local cumdumps.
   

I have fantasized of being cumdump du jour, and there have been a couple of times during my days at Flex when I've taken multiple (under 5) loads in my ass. My all time record for pigging out on cock and feasting on loads was several years ago – the place was Fritz the Cat adult bookstore in Dallas Pike, WV and the overall count was 22 down the hatch (and 2 raw loads up my ass).