AlwaysOpen

I was 15- the old postmaster was a geeze and hit on me every time I went in ( our store was across the street, and after enough goading about wanting to see my salami, I gave in and went to his house)- he never got hard, showed me some old super 8 porn, and fucked my ass with a cigar tube as he jerked his limp cock till he dribbled. He took a shot of brandy, and I took off. But I had been awakened to M4M action, and a few months later the Puerto Rican kid up the hill from me got my hole for the first real hard cock in it- and planted many loads over the next 3 years ( I look back and am so amazed at how naive I was - I worried about getting knocked up in the real sense the first few times I had cum in me from him) <g>

Some of you may have seen a post in the forum I put up in frustration about guys not playing at sex clubs and dark rooms- always standing and stroking but never actually getting it on with anyone, in spite of many available men standing in arms reach. Well, I went back to the local sex club here in Ft Lauderdale last week on a Thursday- the "leather night" >My 3 month membership had expired, and my bottle of rum was almost expired, so I bought a new bottle and renewed my membership. Inside, I killed the dregs of the old bottle and set out to see who was playing- the parking lot had been full, so I had high hopes. Well, there were no men in the dark room, the BJ ramps were bare, and not a single sling in use. I did see a few guys roaming endlessly, but no action. After a few hours, I did manage to get a guy to feed me a load in my throat- but I think it was a case of him not able to stop the orgasm before he could hustle off to cool down. I went home frustrated, my ass not even slightly violated. I had Saturday off ,a rare treat. So after a non event afternoon at the local leather inn, hanging naked by the pool and not as much as one hard cock in either end, I decided to hit the sex club and see how Saturdays played out. I arrived, getting the last parking spot in the main parking lot, and discovered the bottle of J Lube mix I had put in my pocket had leaked half the contents out into my pocket and down the side of the car seat. Fuck! Sure hope that wasn't an indication of the night ahead. Got inside, and there were a good mix of guys, some dressed, some naked, some somewhere in between. My cocktail served, I was ready to play. Stripping to just my leather jock, I began the hunt. Sucked a few cock on the BJ platform for a while as a warm up- none would cum that early, but indeed were nice and hard. I headed into the dark room, and there were 2 men bent over waiting, so I moved on and checked out the bigger play areas- also men around, and some were playing. WOW- what a nice change!! I headed backto the dark room, and put a small dose of J Lube on my ass as I entered. Working thru the room, I got to a squeeze point where I couldn't get any further due to a guy fucking one of the bent over guys. Standing there, I felt a grope on my ass, then a finger. I pushed back onto the finger, and it was replaced by 3. I shifted a bit so I could take advantage of a small open spot on the fuck table, and pulled the J Lube out and put a big shot of it on my ass and the mans hand behind me. With that as incentive, he rubbed his whole hand up and down my crack, spreading lube on it and coating his hand. Then the entry began, and he had his fist in my hole quickly. The fucking next to me ended and the fisting to my hole took on a new intensity, as he punched in and out of my hole. I had a cock presented to my face, which I immediately sucked in and serviced. The fisting was really getting my hole open, and the slurping sound had a small audience gathering. My fist top began using an alternating fisting, first the right fist, then as it pulled out the left punched back in- the left was a slight bit larger. We played for another 5 or 10 minutes, until his arms got tired and needed a break. So we headed out together, and into a smaller room, where he face fucked a load into my mouth. I had lube dripping with each step, so I hit the bathroom and gave the legs and ass cheeks a fast wipe to mop some of the glop up. I wandered, had another cocktail, and sucked a few more guys on the BJ platform. As I went back into the patio area, one of the guys from the bar - latino with a shaved head- brushed by, and I gave him a feel. I stood inside a small room equipped with a OB Gyn type chair, and he came in. He quickly pushed me onto his cock, and as I went down on him, he began playing with my ass. I had very little time on his cock , as he pulled and pushed me back into the chair, and with a quick squirt of lube went into my ass full fist, pushing in deeper than I have taken in a long while. He really seemed a bit out of it, but was very much into it- and was pushing me down with one arm as he tried to get deeper and deeper with the other. In spite of all his pushing and effort, he couldn't break down the 2nd sphincter, and soon headed out of the room. I got up, and back in the patio ran into the 1st fister- telling him what had just gone down. He felt my ass, then he pushed his fist up int me as I stood there. I edged towards the round padded center unit, and knelt on it as he punched my ass into a bigger bloom. Someone fed me a cock from the side, and I sucked on it as my ass opened wider and wider. He pulled out and fucked my very loose ass a few minutes, maybe cumming. As he pulled out, another guy took my hole and fucked, then would stop and hold still for a minute- I assume he was trying to piss feed me- then would fuck more, then hold still and more piss. With all the J Lube and the addition of piss, my ass was very slick now. A big bull pushed his paw in- def a large to ex large fist- and it was a struggle, so I suggested we do a sling. Off to the lockable room , and into the sling. He fisted and raped out my hole for about 20 minutes, but by that point I was beginning to cramp up and was ready for a break. The rest of the evening was short lived, and I was sated, leaving about 30 minutes later -- but not before being there for almost 7 hours !

If he was a new fuck and we entered the relationship with fisting and other kink sex from the git go, then yes. But I had a pretty tame and vanilla lover for 19 years, and I found it much harder to embrace or introduce any fringe sex action with him-- from 3 ways on up to water sports-- and it all went back to what the base/ foundation had been built on- we were both in our early/mid twenties when we first met, and our sex was the basic sucking and fucking. I have been single for 11 years, made quite a few kink friends, and could be a fistee for any of them in a relationship, mostly because of the first encounters with them being more hard core.

I'll take a slightly overweight guy nude sitting on my sofa who can carry on a decent conversation anyday over some super muscled gym boy who is worried that there is a small red spot on his ripped abs that might form a pimple and mar his perfection . I am sure all he has on his mind at any given moment is himself- and frankly, after about 90 seconds of that- I would want to put lots of clothing back on him- specifically, pack his yap with his socks and underwear to shut him the fuck up

At least once a day- I load airplanes for a living, and 1) the people on my team don't want funk next to them, nor should I impose it on them. 2) I think a top deserves a nice, freshly washed piece of ass,unless it is a planned setting for raunchiness, like a gang bang- I would NEVER give my hole up if I thought it was going to be shitty . Def of the school that cleanliness is the rule for a bottom- and stinking the house up with homeless funk is not a part of that book

What really kills me are the guys on their smart phones on Grindr or some other hook up site -- while they are in the bar and standing close to probably 20 other guys who are all interested in hooking up- but also cruising the GPS enabled hook up sites-- so they can tell what the guy 12 feet away is into before risking a conversation with them !!

Hey guys- I have noticed more and more sex venues, sex clubs or bars with dark rooms or whatever, are gettting weirder and weirder. I was in London last month for a week, and hit four or five clubs and a sauna. One bar featured a couple of naked nights: lots of guys walking around totally naked, most fondling themselves. It had a dark back hallway and several large contact area rooms, but as a rule there was almost no interaction happening. And should two guys get together and begin to play, suddenly there were 20 others ganged around the two, but the onlookers were just that - standing and staring, mindlessly jacking (wanking, since it was London). No one was interacting with the hot man next to them, and heaven forbid someone might reach over to feel someone's tit or balls: the guy would find his hand pushed away and the other guy would scurry away, apparently afraid someone else might make physical contact with him. A couple of nights later I went to a party called HardOn. There were 300 very hot men and a clothing check was available so there were plenty of naked men. There were three slings, yet by and large there was no real orgiastic fucking/sucking/playing going on. I stayed late, and only got fucked twice- no cum from it, but it was a lot more than a lot of the others ended up with. And-- same attitude. Guys were wall to wall in the play area, but they were all so isolating- not wanting to accept a rub or a casual feel. ( And it wasn't because it was me- I got to the the point I just stood back and began observing the action not going on- it was across the board rejections of any man touching any other man) There were huge bowls of rubbers in the play area, along with lube. At 3 am the floor was littered with lube pack and rubbers- and in my frustration I began lifting the spent rubbers to see if there were any signs of guys actually "enjoying" themselves. I probably picked up 40 rubbers from around the area, not a single load in any of them ! Back home in Ft Lauderdale, the same thing has been going on for a few months. My favorite sex club has a full parking lot, yet the slings are empty, the dark room has 3 bottoms bent over waiting, waiting. Guys are roaming endlessly, they wander into the darkroom and immediately rush out when somene tries to grope or make any contact withthem ( what were they expecting in a dark room with bottoms bent over asses open and willing?) I asked around- and the same reading has been felt by other guys - the energy is just very off , weird. The men who work the sex club have made the same observation too- lots of men, but none want to make the one on one connection. So, my question is this- have the guys gotten so wrapped up in the internet and cruising porn sites and hook up sites with profile after profile, but no real interpersonal connections, that when they are faced with living, breathing real time sex, they don't know how to enjoy it? Is the next generation of men so used to jerking off while IM'ing someone, or while watching someone on X Tube taking an elephant trunk dildo up their ass, that they don't know how to get hard with anyone elses hand, skin against them ? Or is this the outflow effect of all the safe sex messages over the last 20 years- don't touch, don't do it, don't take risks..... Fuck! I was at a gay resort here last May for a BBRT party/CumUnion gathering. Hot men naked everywhere, when 2 guys retreated to their guest room, but left the curtains on the doors open. Again; 10 others quickly mobbed in front of the door and stood there staring/watching/ jerking. And even though there were sexy, attractive bodies 5 inches away they could have been doing the very same thing they were watching with- no a single guy made a connection. I sure hope the tourist season gets here soon, and that they bring a more connected sexual energy with them.

I grew up in a small town upstate NY in the 60's and mid 70's and never saw any of my family naked. But my nudity experience kicked in just after high school when I discovered the mountaintop stream above New Paltz where the college aged and left over hippies used to hike the stream and lay out naked. Even the state park ranger was just a pair of shorts, collecting the 25 cent land use fee when it was convenient, smoking weed with the hippies most of the rest of the time. Once I saw how cool it all was, I made that my daily hang out in the summers. Since then, I try to stay as naked as I can whenever I can. Just have to remember to keep the garage door closed- the other day a bud came by and gave me a good fucking- I had the garage door up and the car pulled in, which I normally don't do- he wanted to see the yard and I took him out using the door in the kitchen that opens to the garage. I was about 5 steps out towards my side yard when I realized the garage door was up, and so a full view of us from the street- we had a good laugh on that one- and continued on to wander the yard and look at the vegetable gardens and how they were progressing

Just had a guy do a drop in- he throat fucked me - fairly long and thick cock but he managed to break thru the back of the throat and down the pipe. After he had opened my throat up well enough , he pulled me up and bent me over, ate out my hole a bit to make it extra slick, and proceeded to fuck in his morning load. I had him put the dog dick with a knot dildo in as he pulled out, so I could get between his legs and suck /lick all the remnant cum and ass juices off his cock. While he took a quick post fuck shower, I pulled out the dog dildo and pushed in a large crack stuffer dildo up into my ass and pulled it out, licking his cum off the tip of it, then back into the hole for more cum coating and more licking. I really hope he makes me his semi reg cum taker- I want my throat to be totally amended to take him to the bone in one thrust

Hey Billy- I think you are tilting at windmills here. I had not been to a Steamworks , although I have seen them at IML year after year. This past August I finally broke that last cherry by hitting the Steamworks in Chicago on a bath bar weekend- my plan was no hotel, just a backpack and go from Steamworks to the bars to Mans Country to the bar to Steamworks. You get the idea. My first stop off the plane was Steamworks. I bought my membership, got the sling room, and settled in. It was about 1 P.M, so the place was not jamming, but I did get some play in. By about 6 P.M., however, I had exhausted the options, so I went to the room and took a nap. When I woke it was my checkout time +8 minutes. I went to the counter and let them know I had just awakened and would be out shortly. The counter clerk advised me I was overdue. I raced through a shower, searched the room for any of my things that might be in the corners, and went to check out. At that point they wanted to gig me $21 bucks for a late fee. I e-mailed them from their web site when I got home and addressed the issue, but never heard a word from them. I then wrote a four page letter to the manager and mailed it to him. That was over eight weeks ago, and I have received even a "we got your letter and go F yourself" letter. Nothing. So, your suggestion that they should think about including veterans in addition to active duty military on Veterans Day is pretty much in vain, I am afraid. By the way- on behalf of this bottom, thanks for your service. And I will always give a special service to a vet. <g>

Re: London. Don't expect any cum there- just back from a week - Hoist never had more than 25 men in it both Fist Friday and naked Sunday. I managed to get double fisted very late Friday- just as I was about to give up and leave after trying to get some action, any action, from the few there. But I never got a drop of cum. On Saturday night I went to the HardOn party down. It was packed with men, in jocks and boots. The upstairs where the three slings were located was wall-to-wall men while three sling lizards monoplolized the slings all night. Most guys were shuffling around trying to find anyone who was actually hooking up so they could stand and stare while stroking (wanking) but damn few would let anyone help them or touch them even (and no, it wasn't just me). As the night was ending the floor upstairs was coated in rubbers and lube packets- so I began checking the rubbers out- and did not find a single one with a load in it. I hit Vault my first night in London, it was Naked Night. Everyone was bare assed except for shoes/boots. Lots of nice cock, most semi hard. When two guys would begin to play, a gaggle of men would surround and wank away, but would not join in or let anyone touch them. And as a rule the two who had begun the crowd would break apart without any climax and wander around fondling themselves. The ONLY day I got cum was the next afternoon at Vault- an older guy fucked me as I blew a guy- he shot off in my ass and the guy I was blowing tried to pull out of my mouth as he came, but I had an arm lock around his ass and he ended up oozing his load into my mouth. I sure as FUCK hope this syndrome doesn't infest Berlin - there needs to be one good sexual city left in the world.

Just back from London, and the BB action in the bars is NIL!! I was amazed - went to HOIST for Fist Friday and again Sunday for Bare Naked night. Both times the bar was sparsely populated, twenty or fewer men, and the play was very, very minimal. I went to the HardOn Party on Saturday, and while it was packed, the guys were all rubbered up and played safe, if they were fucking at all (with the notable exception of the one black guy who rammed my ass for a couple of times-THANKS). The play areas upstairs were wall-to-wall men, with three sling lizards occupying the slings the whole night. By the end of the night as the crowd thinned, the floor was covered in used, cumless rubbers and lube packets. The best venue was the Vault 139 Bar, and even there on Naked Night the men cruised all the while wanking their meat, but there was very limited action. Too often when two guys would actually settle down to playing, a throng of twenty guys would swarm them, all jerking while refusing come-on offers from anyone around them. WTF???!!! It was a sex area, yet the guys would rather jerk-off than play with others?? Fuck off, stay home and keep on solo wanking watching internet porn then !

Coming in on Thursday- my hole is totally up for grabs. Got a hotel room, not looking to crash at your place- just looking for horned up fukkers who want a hole to breed. Possible deals include a sauna scene, or the cinema, or one of the bars/ clubs at night in the back darkroom. Not into scat or blood. Not a drug user- all my pig comes naturally. Potentially up for meeting at a bar, then having you rent my ass out to guys in the back room for the next beer ( for you) Non sexually, would be great to have a local show me a few areas of your city . All possible, just hit me back and lets make it happen

Was at Slammer in Ft. Lauderdale last night and did the very thing to several guys. One must have really appreciated it. After he took me out of the dark room and into a private booth, he fucked me, slipping a rubber on when I wasn't paying attention. Just after he came and was pulling the rubber off, I took it from him and shoved it back into my ass as deep as my fingers would push it, then went down and sucked the cum and latex off his cock as he put his shirt on. A couple of hours later he spotted me and led me to a room again, again fucked me, but after he shot, (again with the rubber on), I pinched the rubber off with my ass muscles as he withdrew. I was on my back, legs braced against the walls. He smiled and brought the room light up, admired my hole, and began poking a couple of fingers in it to feel his rubber. I grabbed the J Lube and put a good gob on my ass, and he began entering my hole with his fist. I had already been fisted once in the darkroom, so he made it in without any problem, and I could feel him moving the rubber around with his fingers. Then he surprised me, had me re-position my ass, and he fucked me raw a bit. I guided his fist back into my ass, then told him to push his cock in too and jack off. He did, and was amazed/surprised that he was doing it- and quickly put his raw load into me. As he pulled out, I slipped off the table and went down on his cock- glazed in J Lube and his cum, and sucked everything off it before he pulled up his pants and left - with a standing offer of my ass ANYTIME he saw it.

Not sure I am a slut- and I have never done any drugs other than a couple, 3 at most cocktails in an evening. But tonight for example, I clocked out early from work- work was done and I was spinning the clock till the end of my shift when I had the urge to hit the sex club. Rushed home, hosed a quick flush out, and went to the club. I stripped once in to just my jock and boots, and went around looking for action, getting some ass play in the dark room. The guy wanted my hole, but solo, so we moved to a room and he fucked me- I found he had slipped a conodm on at some point, so after he unloaded and wa spulling out, I slid the rubber off and pushed it back into my hole. Walked around with his cum leaking out the rubber nad out myhole, until a different guy felt my hole, smeeled his finger , and fucked a raw load into me then and ther. Sucked 4 or 5 guys on the BJ station, none came ( I hate all this edging crap- cum down my throat and feel good about it) and a few were fairly not much to play with, but they had needs and I was there. Went back in the darkroom , and played with a fe w men, none were getting hard, but one pushed 3 fingers in right off, and not getting any protest, he worked another finger in- I squeezed a little J Lube on, and he took my ass whole handed. And then he fukkin took the rubber out of my ass that had been oozing the earlier guys jizz, and tossed it on the floor. He fisted for 5 minutes, then lost focus and went out into the hall. Some more standing and cruising, and the 1st guy came back by, grabbed me and led me to a room to use me again. He rubbered up, and was back in and pounding- took longer this time before he peaked, and I again pinched the rubber off his cock and back into my ass. He pushed a finger in, then two, and with encouraging sounds from me, and then some added J Lube, he put the whole fist up my chute. I got punch fisted by him, then fucked raw- he figured his load was going to be in there no matter, I guess. I told him to jackhammer me- he was confused- so I explained to him that he should push his fist in, then force his cock in alongside the fist and jack off. He smiled and soon I had another load from him. The halls and dark rooms were drying up, so I came home, and now am trolling the various sites ( BBRT, A4A,Asspig) trying to get bred some more. And all on just lust, no poppers, liquor , chems of smoke. So am I a slut, or just a willing hole on the hunt?

Mountain man- you are right on the money- as a lifelong bottomand a fist bottom, I can control my hole to what the top needs- but too often the guy never communicates what it is he needs- esp in the sex clubs. Not looking for a diner menu of do's and don'ts from him, but just letting me know to dial my hole open or shut a bit more helps. Too often the guy will mount me, fuck for a few minutes and then pull and walk without cumming. I never know if he is just edging ( it is a sex club generally) or if the hole wasn't the right friction level for him. Just bark- open it bitch or squeeze down your cunt would make his ride so much more enjoyable- and yeah, I can ask him as the scene goes along, but sometimes my mouth is full <g>

BTW- for guys not familiar with Palm Springs-- it is def a weekend city- so from Monday afternoon till Friday evening the gay resorts can be pretty empty. And the room rates are still pretty rich- so why pay 4x as much for a bed, in an empty resort, when you can save the extra $120 and drop in on the different resorts on their daily specials- one has half price on Wed, or one has some theme day on Thurs, etc. And if the pool area is not busy, you are out $10 , not the cost of a room there ( like, $160 or more) And, at almost all the places, a gues has to come through the front office/lobby and either sign in or get you to escort them in. Not a good deal for a local ( who prob knows the desk clerk from the local scene) who might be playing around while the hubby is at work. A motel like Motel 6 makes Craigslist type hook ups just so much easier and less complicated ( and there is very little incentive for the guy to want to hang around after he fucks- show, blow, get back in the car and go! No window shopping the rest of the property for the next 3 hours )

My best times in Palm Springs have been at the Motel 6 on the corner of Ramon and Indian Canyon-- right in the heart of downtown PS- and inexpensive. WIFI is $3 and the locals can drive right up to your room door, walk in and fuck and go- no front desk wait to be escorted to the room- you only need to pass the room info to the guy as you hook up and he can drive to you. And, as a bonus, during the week lots of contractors stay there, weekends the grunts on leave from the Marine base-- and after a beer or three, well.......... Most of the gay places do day passes, so you can still hang out naked by a pool- just not the Motel 6 pool <g> It is 2 blocks to the ToolShed bar, 3 blocks to the Warm Sands gay resort/cruising area, and if memory serves me there is an IHOP, Starbucks, and Jack In the Box all within 1 block

To the orig poster, - don't get confused. Inn Leather is indeed a gay guest house ( their advert touts a sling in every room) Slammer is a private bottle/sex club-- there are no accodations there, other than the small booths for quick hooks- and they are not a 24 hr operation. You can look at the weekly online gay magazine Hotspotsmagazine.com for the list of the various gay guesthouses in Ft Lauderdale ( and there are quite a few !) BB sex in Ft Laud is fairly prevelant, no matter where you stay

Was off yesterday. Went to the leather guesthouse here in Ft. Lauderdale. Some guys there, but no action really, and I was all hosed out and a fresh batch of J Lube. One guy did fuck me raw, but wouldn't cum, saying it was too soon, he was 'saving' it. So I headed out last night and went to Slammer. Had a very stiff cocktail, and walked around. In the BB dark room a short latino played in my ass, but wanted privacy, so we went to a small room off the side hall, where he proceeded to fuck me nice and deep and dropped a load in. After he left I went into the back play area and worked on a guy sitting on the bleacher seating. He had a nicely sized cock that pushed the back of my throat. After about five minutes of sucking him, he lifted me by the armpits and pushed me onto the padded center unit in the room, and pushed himself into my ass in one shove. He pounded me for about five minutes before dumping his load. I saw a FF bud as I was walking back to the bar and let him know I had two loads so far. He loves used hole, but was there with a friend and couldn't break away just then. I did some time on the BJ service platform, but the guys there almost never give a cum load: they just move from willing mouth to willing mouth. Back to the darkroom, and I scored two more loads in back-to-back fucks. The second guy worked my ass hard and in varying angles. At one point he fisted my ass for about a few minutes. Maybe it was the FF bud, but I was never able to confirm who it was. Just before leaving, back inthe rear play area, I got one more load, but the best was when the bartender asked for my number so he could put his hand and load into me one day when he didn't have to work.

I was a dumb ass at bookstore sex when I was 19 or 20- I had been getting action, but was definitely not a seasoned veteran of the stalls. All the guys had taken off a day earlier for Spring Break in Florida, so I drove down the east coast - I got to Raleigh and had no clue what to do for fun- saw a porno place, and went in. Some guy in the next booth - older than me but OK- had a hard cock he kept waving , but I just kept looking at him thru the hole. He finally put a $20 in the gloryhole, and then put his cock thru. I sucked a load out of him, pretty quick too- and his cock and the twenty both slipped back into his side of the booth and out the door. I sat there kicking myself for not grabbing the money before he came, but, I guess I was afraid - naive that I would get arrested if I took it

And thats why I don't really get into all the dirty talk-- it usually is laid out to cover a lack of substance. I would much rather my fuck man just make a few sounds now and then and back it up with action, meat and a good load <fg>

I had this brought to the front of my head this week- I was leaving work when I heard someone call my name. Looking at the man, I was at a loss- he knew me, I had no clue who he was. Turned out he was a gay neighbor of mine from a city I have not lived in in 11 years. A littel conversation- but he was working, and a promise to reconnect soon. ( He is working at the same airport as me, so I will see him again, if I recognise him- ) I got home a little out of it still, and I began thinking- of men I had sex with and still remember- no old lovers or known dead friends- but fuck buds or kinkmen I have lost connection with. Some I knew their full names once, but now only know the first names. Others were fun guys who made a change in me, or brought out a new kink, but in moving several times I had managed to lose connections with. Anyone else like that here? I would really love to reconnect- I guess I could try Facebook, but I don't know I would even know where to begin- and I certainly would not want my family and work mates suddenly thrusting in where my sex mates might be connecting. For me, I grew up in the Hudson Valley of NY in the 60's and 70's- coming of age at the hands ( and limp cock) of the old post master of our small post office. He introduced me to another guy he used- a little older than me- very Ringo Starr looking back then- John- what a sexual man! I even planned to have a sleep over with him once- in my house, alone. But I was so terrified ( as only a 17 yr old newly sexual kid can be)one of my siblings would come by ( at midnight, right !!) that after driving and picking him up, him fucking me, I told him I had to take him back that night- a huge mistake- I wonder what would have been if we had actually slept that night- and I never saw him again. The few times I have been back to my hometown for weddings or funerals I always walk the cemetery where his brother was buried after a drowning- now I cannot even remember the location of that grave- so I don't know if he is also there, alive, or ??? I have seen classmates and old playmates in there now- and I just wonder - some I know were car wrecks, but were others brothers with the bug, or suicides, or 9/11 victims? So- have any of you also wondered about old fuckers of the past? And have any of you actually been able to FIND, and reconnect with old friends long lost- and if so- how was it- a let down or a good connection rekindled?

I saw all the posts on here about Steamworks in Chicago- had planned a visit to London, but Hurricane Irene was churning up the east coast of the US and I fly space available, so I figured trying to go to London was unwise as could get stuck there for days waiting for a seat home, so I made a fast flight to Chicago for a weekend of sex. First stop off the plane was Steamworks. It was a Friday afternoon. I told the guys at the counter I was a SW virgin. They gave me a sling room but probably the worst layout - you had to go up two steps and stand on the bed to access the sling. In addition, the sling was parallel to the door. The bed pad WAS nice and large, and had pillows, too! I managed to get three fists and four loads during my stay. I had checked in at 12:45 P.M. and by 6:00 P.M. the place had died out, so I wandered, then hit the bed pad and took a nap, sleeping until almost 9:00 P.M. When I awoke and went to piss, I saw my room on the TV monitor as being eight minutes past check out. Skipping the piss, I went to the counter and told the guy I had just awaken, needed to shower and repack my bag and would be out in a little bit. He replied "Your room is overdue." I showered, got dressed, stripped the linen and went to check out. That's when some priss queen with a bad dye job at the counter pronounced I was late and over due, and owed a late fee of $21.50. The fuckin' room was only $40 for eight hours! I protested that there had been no forewarning my time was up, no accommodation on my first visit to the place. He was insistent, saying I could leave without paying the fee, but it would be charged on me next entry. BINGO. I got my valuables back from him, walked out, and never went back. Even wrote to the Steamworks Chicago people when I got home from the link on the website. Two weeks have passed, and I haven't received even a form letter saying screw off or thank you. Mans Country had a very old smell even as you walked inthe front door, and my bad luck there was a lesbian song fest going on across the street in the parking lot, so the baths were really dead until late. About 11:00 P.M. the action was beginning to pick up, but I was ready to head back up to the JackHammer and the basement Hole Bar in the basement. I DID get into a good scene up in the theater/show room with a guy around 11:00 P.M. who fisted my hole as some four others watched. He slipped right in and we put on a good show. I'm certain a lot more action was happening after I left, but I was trying to scoop from all the scenes in Chicago that night.