Two Oddities

 Here are two short entries.  Neither rate the total “Bad Sex” label that some posts have earned, but “Odd” will suffice.  Both happened during my stay in Indiana.  It’s good to remember that every hookup is not “A trip to the moon on gossamer wings….”

 

Indianapolis—July, 2021

After my fun oral bookstore outing I was stoked, on my next day off, to head to the local bathhouse.   

I strip off at my locker.  As always here, I start in the steam room—it’s a great way to unwind after my hour long drive to get here.  As I go in, I meet half a dozen sweaty men exiting the swirling steam.  Two men are left as I round the corner and sit.

Instantly a white guy in his 40’s is sucking me.  And he’s terrible.  I often endure teeth occasionally, but this is constant.  I rarely ask a man to stop—but I have to do it.  I think I ask nicely, but he goes off in huff. 

A much older white man takes his place.  The head is good.  What it should be. 

“Let me jerk you off…” 

Without waiting for any kind of response, he dumps a vast amount of lube on me.  Enough liquid to pool in my pubes.  His stroke is too hard and way too tight.  I ask him to ease up a little.  Instead he follows the other man out the door.  And I am alone.

I shower.  And scrub.

*

I give some head in the dark room. And get three loads.  Things are improving.

Lube Guy finds me in the TV room.  “Will you fuck me?” 

“Sure, if I can use a lot less lube.” 

I do.  A man comes in to watch.

The guy I’m fucking coats the floor with his jizz.

I sit back down.  The guy who watched us gets up.

“Suck my cock, you whore.”

I do—but soon he is aggressive.  Truly hurting me, aggressive.  I tell him to back off.  He does.  I think of leaving, but he asks again.  Much more nicely.  This time he holds my head and does all the work.  I am about to indicate I am having trouble breathing as he shoots.

*

No one is left…until a very large Latino arrives.  “Fuck me,” he pleads.

He hands me a regular condom.  I try to say no.  He insists.  I lube my dick with my own lube and stretch it over me.  He is lubing his ass.  With baby oil.  I tell him it will destroy the latex.  He doesn’t understand—or pretends not to.  He grabs my dick, slathers oil on it and maneuvers it into his ass.

We fuck.

The condom is in tatters as I pull out.  There is no way I could have cum—even when I felt the constriction around my penis dissolve.  The Latino sits and jerks his small cock and shoots.  At least he enjoyed it. And maybe planned it…

I am alone. 

And I give up.

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Western Indiana—July, 2021

We’d talked on Asspig.  He wanted to host at a motel in the only town of some size before Indianapolis.  I liked his picture.  We seemed to be a match.  He asked if I would mind others coming.  I said I was fine with that.  On the day, off I went…

 

I get there.  The picture he has used on AP is many years old.  But not enough to make me leave.  I mean, I like men of all ages.  Skill over beauty in my book.

He is dressed in a leather harness and a choker of pearls.  I am nonplussed, but not put off.  He has the spreads pulled down on the beds, with play pads on them.  CNN is on, (too loud) on the wall television to cover any sex noises.  He tells me exactly how the fisting will proceed.  I remind him I like to fuck as well as fist—as I’d said in our preliminary talks. 

No.

So for now, I do as he outlines.  He does open easily with his slender dildo.  We move to hand easily. 

Cock? 

No.

Two more men arrive—around the same age, whatever that age may be—and one is either drunk or high.  He is loud—about everything.

It is decided I shall fist the loud one.  I do—easily as his partner spreads his boi’s cheeks for me and the original man just sits by us and starts to do a play by play of each thing I do.

All while CNN blares.

I slip my arm up this guy to almost my elbow.  I do get to fuck the loud one—which makes him be, well, louder yet.

I finally have had enough.  Like a switch, I just can’t do anymore.

I make up an excuse and get out of the noise and the stale aroma of poppers…