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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.

I got pozzed when I was 29 or 30, and I am 55 now. (Hell, I may have been poz even earlier than that, but that was the age I was TOLD I had it) I can think of at least two likely sources of it, but not certain of either, and really, does it matter?? I went from diagnosis in 1987 until 1999 without doing meds. A relationship ending after 19 years, the BF dealing with cancer, the "end of the world " Y2K crap at work. It all added up on my stress levels, and I went on meds reluctantly. At the time my T were 45, and the viral load was 84,000. I bounced around some horrible meds, some/one caused me several years of uncontrollable shits, but I am now doing Isentress and Truvada once a day and am undetectable VL, and T cells in the 500 range ( great for me !) I get fisted and always take raw loads, so my re-exposure level is fairly high. Reality: I do get tired. But then, I work out in the heat of Florida and I am not 20 years old anymore, so when I get home and crash in the recliner, I wonder if it is the bug or the age. And then I mention it at work with the guys I work with ( straight men , most married) and guess what?? They walk in their front doors, hit the shower, and pass out for an hour or two on their beds or in their recliners--- and they have distractions in their homes I don't, like a wife or kids demanding time from them. So I give HIV a pass on that. If you are taking raw loads, you will eventually have a poz load in you ( you probably have had many already!) Yeah, the guys profile said neg and plan to stay that way, safe only, but didn't he just fuck you raw??? So, what part of his profile do you put stock in?? As far as the allure of getting the bug-- maybe it is the invincibility of youth: do you hop in the car and not click the seatbelt before turning the key too? (Have you ever seen a wreck where someone went halfway through the windshield and then fell back through it into the car again? They knew a seatbelt was a safety item, but gambled. Maybe you hope to get infected, so you no longer have to have that worry on you with each sex partner. I fuck raw all the time, but some of it is out of need. How many neg posters don't even look at a profile if there is poz in it? And in the gay world, I am not the sweet hot young thing I once was- sort of like yesterdays bagel- if there is a choice for a fresh one or one with a little crust and history, well, really now- the fresh is always more appealing. Expense. OK- so you are neg today. Quit your job, go out and buy your own health insurance. You answer the questions on the form, get the medical exam, and they approve you and you get a good rate - maybe $100 a month. Now, get infected and lose your job due to the recession. Yeah, theres COBRA (really expensive no matter what). So you try for private insurance- the 3rd question- do you have HIV? WHAM!! Either you get rejected outright, or the monthly rate for a bare bones coverage is going to be $500 or more a month. Try being in a job or career, and wanting to make a change- the ghost haunting you will always be whether you can get insurance, or if the new employer will take you with HIV ( the pre employment physical might well turn it up- and most companies have the 90 day opt out clause in their hiring. If they can, they most likely will figure an incident or performance level you failed, and cut ties with you; so you will be trapped at whatever job you have today--forever. Even with a good med plan, you better figure on paying at least a $50 co pay for each med, per month since all the hIV meds are not on any generic lists. So, in my case, I get a three month supply , costing me $200 every three months (buy two months and get one free, per my insurance plan). Thats $800 out of my pocket each year just for meds. And then you need quarterly labs - more cost. And the doctor collects a co-pay to read you the results and check you over for any signs of other issues. Look- you may well get pozzed, but make your life long plans now. With todays meds, you will live and probably die from other causes, but, once you are bugged, you will lose a lot of the freedoms you can expect today. Sex-wise, yeah, one freedom. Life-wise- well, a lot of doors will close.

Whats going on with SD-- pigs still coming in, or have the evacuations begun and the boys are booking out?

The Alpha boy who has been fist training my hole for the last year routinely puts 4 or 5 loads into me ( jackhammering style- a fist in my ass , then he pushes his cock in alongside his fist and jacks out a load) And all of it within a two hour session, so a 20 something ought to be able to muster up 6 loads- the Alpha boy is 47 and VERY productive <g>

Hell, if there was a cure I'd take it- my status is PIG, not POS- save me all the damn insurance co pays for the meds- and I could certainly use that extra money for fun things- like long weekends at the tubs or a new sling, or maybe even some sightseeing in strange new cities. Now, would insurance companies have to issue lower cost insurance since it wouldn't be a pre existing condition anymore?? ( I could quit my job and do early retirement; and really have fun!!) <g>

um, what about ,, "You're next ! " Sort of a double meaning there

Hi men! Been a little busy the last few weeks , and began my vacation last Friday- just as the hurricane was tearing up the east coast- so so much for any travel to London! (as I had planned) I headed up to Chicago on a whim- no hotel, my plan was toget my bearings just go from the tubs to the bars and back to the tubs for a few days- everything I would need had to fit in a backpack. I landed at Midway airport and grabbed the train in to the city and right to Steamworks. I have never been to this facility, but it seemed to have good reviews. I bought a membership and took a sling room. The one they booked me in was set up oddly- the padded "bed" area was 2 steps up, and the sling faced it, making it tough for hanging in the sling and hall traffic walking in and just taking the hole ( the sling was parallel to the door) I did manage to get my bearings and the lay of the place quickly, and after a fast rinse out was ready for action. The place wasn't overly busy, but there were men there. I discovered the sling in the play / orgy area, and after a good squirt of J Lube in my hole, climbed in it. A minute or two passed before a beefy middle aged guy walked thru, stopped, and felt my hole. He began fingering my ass, and quickly had 4 fingers inand was on to pushing the whole fist in. He fisted me for about 5 minutes, then pulled out and said he was amazed at guys like me and how our asses could take a hand. I got that it was one of the first times ever for himto fist someone, and he seemed to really enjoy the process. He left, and the room was actionless , so I got out (no sling lizard here) and walked around. I scored a couple of raw fucks in the next hour, then hit the steamroom for a bit. When I left the steamroom and wandered back to the orgy area, a new guy was in the sling and was getting pounded by a very well endowed black guy. 5 others were watching and hard, so Igot down and began sucking on one of them. He got too close to cumming and pulled away, and a black guy with a huge cock stepped up and fed me his cock. I tried hard to get all of it down my throat- but it was too thick to make it all the way in past my lips . He felt my wet hole, and pulled out of my mouth and took me to a small booth nearby, bent me over and shoved in. Since the cunt was already stretched out, he went in to the bone and the sat there, slowly pulling back tothe head, then easing it back in. He fucked like that for about 10 minutes, then pulled out and said he needed a break. I headed back to the room, and soon a man came in and felt my ass pushed his cock in and after a couple of minutes of fast fucking unloaded his cum in me. He left and a guy walked in, I humped my hole up, and he dropped his towel and began to play with my ass. I handed him the J Lube bottle, and he took the hint, lubing is hand and my ass up with a lot of lube. Easy at fiirst he slipped his hand in, then began inearnest to wreck my hole, fisting and punch fucking my ass , pulling my lips out further and further. All the while, he kept coaching me to push out,which only made my hole sing out loudly from the air he kept punching in. He loved it ! We played for about 30 or 40 minutes, my hole sloppy and wide open by the time he was done in it- then he finished off by jackhammering my ass- his fist and cock both in at the same time till he shot his load. As he left, the hall was quiet, soI got up and wandered a bit, J Lube and some cum dripping from my hole like a runny nose. In the hallway outside the orgy area, a guy in his 50's groped my ass, and I went down on his cock, getting him hard. Bent over so others could have my ass as I sucked him, I got no takers, but he pulled out of my mouth and turned me around.I heard the sound of a condom pack being ripped open, and he shoved in, quickly shooting his seed into the rubber. I grabbed the base of his cock as he was finishing his orgasm, and squeezing the jizz up towards the head of his cock as he softened and began pulling out, I slipped the rubber off and into my ass in one motion. He sort of looked around, then headed off, probably home to dinner and the wife; or boyfriend. I went back to the room, climbed in the sling, and waited. The black guy walked by, and came back and into the room. He said something about needing to nut and get home, and he pulled himself up to hard and slipped into my hole--don't know if he could feel the rubber in there or not. Withthe angle of the sling,he was able to bury in past my inner sphincter, and he too soon unloaded his load. No small talk, he finished his nut, pulled out and headed back out into the hall. I laid there another few minutes, but running on 2 hrs sleep, I was afraid I was going to crash if I didn't get up and move, so I headed to the steamroom again. A little action but nothing major, I went to the showers to rinse off and cool off. As I bent over, I felt something on my ass lips, and noticed a guy looking at me- the rubber had gotten air pumped into it by the black fucker, and when I bent over it popped out of my ass a little- I reached back and did my best to turn it around to release the air and pushed it back in. Clean, I climbed into the hottub to relax. No play or action, and the tubs seemed to be in a lull, so I headed back to the sower to rinse and as I did, the rubber began an exit again, so I pulled it on out. I headed to the room, and laid there on the pad for a bit, getting drowsey. I guy stopped by and put a hand up my ass for a minute, but he seemed out of it, and not really in tune, so I excused myself and told him I really needed a break. I closed the door behind him, and laid down- falling into a doze quickly. Unfortunately, I slept for more than an hour, and when I got up, and walked the hall to piss, I saw my room on the TV monitor as being over due by 6 minutes. I went to the counter, told the guy there what had occurred, and that I was going to use the bathroom and shower and would be out in a few minutes. He said I was already overdue- and I said I knew that- I had fallen asleep. Nothing. I headed on and showered up , and got dressed and stripped the pad and went to check out. Thats when I discovered they wanted to charge me $21.50 for a "late fee" ( I was 40 minutes late at this point.) The damn room was only $40 for 8 hrs ! Trying to argue withthe queen of the counter was pointless, and when it said I would have to either pay now or on my next visit, I jumped and said fine- I'll pay next time. (as if there will be a next time !!) Got my wallet and ID back, and split, pissed. this was going to fuck up my posted plans, dammit! I headed to JackHammer bar, and after walking in and finding a friendly bartender, struck up a conversation . He was very helpful, and offered that the bar had a B & B upstairs with rooms available. He then went and talked to the guys in the leathershop who handle the bookings, and came back to me. He told me they had room, and I should talk to them for a special price. I went in , and soon I was in a fully furnished leather room, sling , paddles, crops, - and mine for the weekend for a great price ( better than Steamworks by far!!) . I dropped my backpack, stripped to my rubber shorts ( E7 shorts with a zippered front and a reinforced opening right over the asshole) . I went back to the bar in just the shorts and black sneakers, and headed to the fetish bar downstairs. The Hole was fun, too many guys inthe dark hall lining the walls like a high school dance-looking but not playing. At some point 2 or 3 cocktails in, a guy approached me as I stood inthe bar area, and began feeling me up- then he slid a finger, two, three into my ass thru the opening. He pulled out and sniffed them, and I reached into my sock and pulled out the J Lube bottle. I suggested we oughtt o move into the hall, but he just smiled and said why? With a big squeeze, he had a glob of lube in his hand and quickly onto my ass. And then he pushed, and was enrobing his hand with my ass lining and the reinforced ring of the rubber shorts. A small group was formed and began watching- he got off on it and really began using my hole. At some point he pulled out, and pulled my shorts down and squatted, shoving his fist back inand sucking my cock into his mouth. He was really thrusting in and out of my ass ina clenched fist now, and I knew he was going to make me cum. I also noted the bartenders looking over and then going back to making drinks undisturbed by our scene. With a quick warning I was going to cum, he jammed and pushed hard on the prostate, and I unloaded into his mouth. With the fist still clenched, he pulled out and stood up, feeding me back some of my cum. As I came off my orgasmic high, i pulled my shorts mostly back up, and we chatted for a few more minutes. At this point I was totally exhausted, and headed to my room for a good nights sleep

hey men- just in from a weekend at the saunas of Chicago- at Steamworks on Friday I was barefoot the whole time- but I was also in a sling room and it was a Friday afternoon. Sat night I went to MAns Country, and I had flip flops on when I went there and just left them on. I do like the effect of barefoot much more than the sandals- sort of reinforces that I go raw and bare, plus there isn't that obnoxious slap slap sound with each step