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Very interesting thread (I almost skipped it when I saw the satanic reference), but an excellent discussion. This is why I enjoy BZ so much.

There's a colloquialism for this: "jumping from the fat into the fire". Seriously, I know that these things happen, but there is simply no excuse for it. Reading through the responses is just plain sad. I hope guys that have experienced this find some measure of balance in their lives, and can grow beyond the experience. It sounds though, like it's a life-altering event for most.

There's just something really special about darkrooms (I mean, total darkness). The sense of sight is almost totally removed, and the "cruising" is done with your Cock. We can hear other men being fucked, we can smell that lovely scent of well-fucked Holes, hard Cocks slicked with Sperm from rutting in raw, sperm-filled Holes. We can feel our way to the floor and taste the loads off unseen Cocks filling unseen Holes. We can touch each other, either while fucking or getting fucked, and never see the guy standing next to you, his arm around your shoulders, yours around his, all the while rutting in wet Holes. Bottoms waiting their turns feel up the busy Cocks, and all in complete darkness. There's only a split second of light when a guy enters/leaves, and then only for a moment. Men bonding with unseen men, sharing their Lusts in uttermost darkness, It's nothing short of magical .......

There's a simple answer. I just didn't live up to the standards I only later learned of the behavior I expect of myself. I hadn't yet learned to expect more of myself regarding interacting with others with a basic level of respect. To the Organized Religion part, I sensed early on that it was total bullshit, but that kind of suffocation can take a while to get rid of. It wasn't until I learned about / was drawn to the Leather Ethic - which is in and of itself a sort of "belief-system" without the magic garbage - that I achieved real Manhood. It's not like I think about that guy all the time - he hasn't crossed my mind in years. But I still wish I could clear my conscience of that negative behavior.

I very much prefer a hairy Hole.. In the event the bottom prefers to present as hairless, well - ok - but make sure it is. Stubble is for chins, not Holes.

Actually, and I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, when I had just finished school, moved to Chicago, (here comes the ashamed part), I was so focused on fucking guys that I tried not to fuck the same Hole twice. I figured (utterly selfishly) "well, I know what that guy's Hole feels like, there are so many more that I haven't fucked yet, why would I want to fuck the same one again". Stupid, self-centered kid. I didn't mean to be self-centered, but that's what it was; focused only on my Cock doing what it needed to do, without so much as a scintilla of thought about the other guys I'd already fucked. That m.o. lasted around 2 years, There's really only one guy that I wish I could apologize to - kid named Eddie that apparently liked me - met/fucked at the Glory Hole (seedy bar from decades ago down on Wells), next door to the Bijou theatre (seedy gay theatre w/backroom). He was a bit pushy, clutching, which I didn't/still don't care for, but that's not reason enough to just disappear on him. Sometimes, it takes a bit of living to realize that the other guys matter too.

Since he didn't answer here in the thread, I'll only thank him obliquely. Thanks, Mystery Man. Originally, it was the Unicorn.

Makes my Cock hard too ....

Neither did I, fortunately ...... the bed would have collapsed decades ago ....

Hopefully, many many years from now .........

Could be he slit the sides himself. One of my fb's years ago knew a guy that would do that. He'd go so far as to slit the side, carefully put it back in the foil wrapper and tape it shut again. Then, in the heat of the moment, the bottom wouldn't notice, and that would be that.

This actually happened years ago: was at The Hole / Jackhammer in Chgo, fucking a guy, and he said over his shoulder "hey - I remember you ..." I had not an iota of a clue who he was or when I'd fucked him or where. How do we type a blushing emoji on here ..........

Only had one "life-partner", and we played separately or together with others from the moment we met - literally. He was on his knees sucking off a Cock, I was on mine rutting in a Hole, literally shoulder-to-shoulder. So, a lot of wanton sex with other guys was baked into the relationship from "moment-one".

Try as I might, I can't remember the original name of the bathhouse now called Steamworks (in Chicago). I remember when it was opened, but under a different name, and it didn't last all that long. Anyone?

A Thousand Thanks for sharing this, AlwaysOpen. Watching this video (which I had never heard of before) was like a trip down memory lane. Remembering friends long gone, the marches, the struggles, and the eventual, hard-won victories. The younger crowd seldom has a clue what some of us experienced in the early days of budding "Gay Lib".

You nailed it, JamesL100. Most Tops want to at least rut in as many Holes as possible. It's part of that "connection" thing I sometimes go on about. I realize that the load-count is really important to a lot of bottoms, but the logistics just aren't in their favor. It would take a ratio of 20-to-1 in favor of the bottoms to sate them (other than an "organized" whoring-out event), and I don't know of any venue that would accomplish that, even around Ft.L. Maybe on the fuck-apps it still happens - I don't know.

Wellllllllllll, Subjames69 ........... looks like the answers are a bit heavy on the pig-quotient, but that's a good thing !!!🥰

Can't say I've seen anyone bring sextoys to the fuckjoints I go to ... I mean dildos, other "carry along's"- not "wear-able's" such as armbands, harnesses, etc. But then, I seldom hit the tubs, where it might be more likely.

My dad was a real ginger ... kinda queers it for me, I guess ... not that I won't, but not my favorite. We were adopted kids; when I was little I was more of a "The sun in the meadow is summery warm, the stag in the forest runs free" type kid (except I could get the 5th on pitch, unlike the kid in the movie). So-called "perfect-pitch" is more of a curse than a blessing - you hear everything - the overtones, the residuals, all of it.

I think it depends more on the state of the Hole. If it's already been fucked several times, it'll be more receptive to a hard & fast fuck, or a thick Cock. If the guy just got to the fuckjoint and I'm his first, sometimes the Hole just doesn't open up enough, even after some mouthwork. If that's the case, I usually I just tell the bottom that he needs to take a few Cocks before I fuck him to loosen / lube him up a bit. Causing pain (via fucking) doesn't interest me; I want my bottoms to enjoy my Cock as much as I enjoy their Holes.

I disagree. BloodSports requires a LOT more care and responsibility than mere fucking. Apologies, but I can't help but wonder if you're experienced at it.

Really !!!!!!!! So many *real* Leatherbars have closed, it's great to hear of a new one opening. Just asked the Googler - but only some old diner on Route 66 showed up. Is there a website?

Exactly. The burden rests on their shoulders, until they get so tired of the "double-life" that they either deal honestly with their sexual requirements or toss in the towel and withdraw altogether. It's a burden that is definitely not transferrable. We can empathize, perhaps we can help in other ways, but we can't carry other guy's burdens ourselves. If they're out there having sex with other guys, just fuck them and let that be it. I'm 100% certain that I've fucked guys through the years that were married/on the dl/whatever - and that's none of my business. In the backrooms, it's just the sex - nothing else.

Don't be silly - of course we're excited to read about your sexual exploits. I know some places offer more opportunities than other places, but that just makes sexual events in the less-active areas all the more fun to read about. Sure, Ft. L. is more active than many other locations, which is why I don't post in this thread all that much. To me, t's a bit unseemly to go on about it every weekend, when so many other guys have to make do with far fewer opportunities. So, I only write about exceptionally delightful nights-out. After the "foreplay" in the john, it must have put a sweat on your brow anticipating the main event. Unless you have truly tiny hands (and I don't think that's the case), you must have enjoy having a double-jointed jaw !!! I couldn't do what you did - and I doubt there's enough blood in my whole body to pump up a Cock like you describe. Thanks for sharing that great series of events with us 😋

Last night. Went to Ramrod, and did get an update on the "sale" situation. The two guys that have owned Ramrod (the business, not the building) for over 30 years have been renting the space. The owner finally decided to sell the building, and the owners of the business (RR) are the ones buying the building. Lately the fucking has been forbidden over there, since "there are city building inspectors coming and going all the time"; this reported by one of the long-time bartenders. Now. I don't know of any city employees that come to inspect plumbing, electrical, structural issues at any building in this burg at 11 pm or later. Any/every guy that's been there in the last few decades knows there have been issues with the physical plant for a loooong time. Never-the-less, that was the explanation. But, the good thing is, RR will - at some point - most likely continue to be the pigpen it always has been. So, one beer later I headed over to Slammer, and it was just nuts. All the snowbirds have flown the coop for the summer, so it was jammed with guys that either moved to Ft. L. for attractions like Slammer, or guys who were fortunate enough to have grown up here. Put another way, pigs. There were guys fucking each other everywhere - in the booths, in the hallways, in the darkroom, in the orgy room. In the darkroom, which was full, I started near one door because that was the only one with only one guy waiting his turn. When my turn came, he was like a bucking bronco - rutting his Hole back and forth, fucking himself. I had to tell him to stop trying fuck himself on my Cock - I'd rather fuck him. There were other guys standing around, but it was too dark to actually see them. A couple put their arms around my shoulders/waist, seemly out of nowhere. One guy even wriggled in behind me and rutted against my ass-crack while I rutted in the Hole. Another nuzzled my neck - felt up my chest, the bottom's back. It was as though they were partaking of the fuck vicariously. It's quite normal for guys to wear nothing but shoes, a harness, maybe some other bits of gear, and cocksuckers were busy even in the hallways. The orgy room was quite dark, and mostly full of guys fucking each other. There are always some bystanders in there, which is fine, but more guys Breeding than watching. Groping hands, bodies pressed together, Holes being filled, and there was room enough to get down to eat some Holes. Only 1 of them had commercial lube up there, which was a pleasure. Even the adjacent cocksucking platforms were busy. It seemed that a new rule had been established at Slammer - Pigs only admitted - It was just fantastic. After some rutting, I decided to walk around a bit, and a neighbor 2 houses down the block said hi, he was having a great time, and asked if I was too. It wasn't just me - he mentioned how piggish everyone was too. While I was talking to him, a hot guy, muscular, wearing nothing but an armband, boots and a smile, covered lightly with lovely fur, got down on the floor and started sucking both the neighbor's Cock and mine. The neighbor is a bottom, and excused himself, the guy going down on me got up, turned around and shoved his Hole onto my Cock - right there in the hallway. He'd clearly been well-opened up by then, and we stepped into a darkened, extra large booth with room enough for maybe 6,8 guys. His Hole was hairy, full of Sperm, and it was a total pleasure putting my mouth on it. Then, he stood up, kissed me so he could taste his loads too, and bent over; this guy would be a perfect "pigson". I slid right in to that cumhole easily, and he started in with the 'ohhhh ... ahhhh .... Breed me ...' talk, which only drew other guys. Another bottom was almost hollering filthy, delightful Breedtalk in the corner while a Top fucked him. The guy I was in had a perfect Hole - loose enough to just back up onto me - tight enough for me to feel every millimeter of his Hole, and the smell of his sweat, the loads, all the other guys was just perfect. Other guys feeling the bottom up, feeling me up, quietly talking Breedshit in my ear, in the bottom's ear. One of the best night's I've had over there in a while.