Saturday Afternoon at the Sex Club: "I'd Love You in My Ass"

 Lansing—June, 2026

 

I needed a different cruising ground.  I wanted to see new faces. So, I went up to the venue where there are screens of porn but also a sling, a fuck bench, glory holes, a maze and tons of dark corners to get lost in.  I also wanted to mix with two crowds—gay (in the afternoon) and bisexual (on this Saturday night.)  I arrived in the late afternoon.  I paid for my ticket and ventured in…

 

The parking lot had been fairly full when I arrived just after 4pm.  But, once I’m inside the vast building, it seems, at least at first, that there aren’t many people here.  I wander and check the spaces.  Near the maze is a new room still cordoned off as it’s under construction.  I am quite sure they are building a glory hole wall to display your ass.  There are three large holes and I can see the platforming behind the hole for the person to lie on. 

I go into the maze and interrupt a blowjob happening between two men my age.  I nod and leave quickly as they make no move to include me.  I watch some porn in the common area.  And take out my dick.  I stroke a bit.  Then I walk, my dick hanging out, to see if any men are at the gloryholes.  I go into the only open booth and stick my cock through the hole.  Instantly hands are all over me.  Then, a hot, wet mouth.  Way too soon the sucking stops.  I pull out—and hear the sucker whisper “Come to my booth.”

I nod (not that he can likely see me) and go next door.  I prefer this anyway as I like to touch the guy doing the work.  I can see absolutely nothing in his booth.  But I can tell the man is short.  He kneels and begins sucking me again.  I touch his head and feel the tight curls of a Black man.  He slobbers all over my dick—making the hottest moans.

Suddenly, all is illuminated.  Some guy is shining the flashlight on his phone through a hole behind us so he can see what we’re doing.  My sucker is young—no more than 35 and good looking.  I move slightly so the offending light hits my back and the booth is once again in darkness. 

“I love your dick, Daddy,” he whispers. 

“Thanks.  You’re good…”

He goes back to work, showing me just how good he is at servicing sizeable cocks.  I am soon covered with his deep throat saliva.  His hand helps coat my shaft with it.  My eyes have adjusted—and I can see a little more now.

“Do you fuck?  I’d love you in my ass.”

“Sure…”

I grab the lube out of my shirt pocket as he kneels on a small chair I’d been kicking in the dark.  He pulls his shorts down.  He has a terrific bubble butt.  There is just room for me to kneel.  I begin licking his hole.  He moans.  “Eat me out, Daddy…Get me ready for you…”

His words spur me to go even deeper with my tongue.  He tastes of soap and a hint of man sweat.  Delicious.  I stand up, my cock rock hard.  I slide into him.  He’s the tightest hole I’ve had in ages.  I have to inch into him.  But he’s game.  He pants and inch by inch I’m allowed inside him.  I push a little—and suddenly I am buried in him to the hilt.  He is vocal—and the guy with the damn flashlight is back.  But it’s nice to see my very pale cock imbedded in this perfectly shaped ebony ass.

I begin a slow fuck.  Barely moving.  But the young man is feeling it.  He is groaning now.  I also hear him begin to jerk his cock.

“Harder, Daddy.  Rip me up…”

I pick up the pace.  Soon, I am slamming into him.

“That’s it!  Fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot!!”

“Do it,” I bark out.

He does, moments later.  I can feel his ass spasm with each spurt.  He collapses over the back of the chair, helping me disengage.  I start to leave, but the young man swivels around.  “Please…”

I turn back.  He lifts my dick and licks his ass juices off me.  I haven’t shot, but I am suddenly tender.  He finishes up and I thank him.

“No, thanks you.  I can finally go home…”

I go to the restroom to piss.  There is no need to even rinse my dick…

*

I go and sit in the alcove formed at the end of the maze.  I really want to catch my breath, but if a dick appears in a glory hole, I’m fine with that.  Instead, I get a thin white guy, likely in his 50’s, walk into the space.  He sees me sitting there and unzips.  It takes no time at all to relieve him of his load so he can get home to the family dinner.

I stay there.  Another guy, an older Black man, walks in.  He sees my dick and kneels in front of me.  He sucks me until his knees give out.

I wander.

I go to the dark room and am followed in by a white guy in his 30’s.  He gives me adequate head.  He offers his ass.  I fuck him.  After the great first fuck this one is nothing but vaguely pleasant friction.  He seems to like it more than I do.

I wander.

I end up in the main room with four video screens and couches.  I sit in the most comfortable chair and stroke.  I am eyed by every man who passes.  There is middle aged Black man in really great shape, leading a much older white guy around who is vaguely dressed as the opposite sex—and a dog collar.  The Master stops him with a tug on the D ring on the collar.

“May my girl suck your dick?” he asks me.

I am not impressed—but what the hell?  I nod. 

I’m glad I did.  His/Her mouth is terrific.  The Master even brings a couch cushion over for his slave to kneel on.  It seems like every man in the place, at some point, walks by, stops and watches for a bit and either moves on or sits somewhere in the vast room to masturbate to us. 

A burly white guy, in very short shorts, stops to watch.  He moves near my shoulder and starts asking me questions—while most of the time suppling his own answers.  He is also groping himself.  Soon the shorts open, revealing a thick, uncut cock.

There is movement between my legs.  The Master is guiding my sucker onto another dick.  He gives me a thumbs up by way of thanks and walks the two of them to one of the couches.

“May I?”

I look and standing on the other side of me is the first man I fucked in this space once they reopened after the recent fire. I nod and he goes to work.  The uncut guy at my other shoulder is stroking hard.  I give him my mouth.  Soon, he is fucking my face.  My free hand snakes under his balls and finds his hole.  He groans—telling me with no words that I have found his happy place.  He takes a finger.  Then I lube a finger and soon am giving him two.   I look down at the guy sucking and he seems very happy slurping on my drooling cock.  I add a third finger into the standing guy.  I am rewarded with rope after rope of jizz down my throat.  The guy bellows out his orgasm, making my sucker stop sucking.

The crowd disperses.  I need to wash my fingers…and, after that, it seems like a good break time for dinner…

 

Next time my evening there where I can’t stay out of the dark room…

History: Finding the Michigan Bathhouse

History:  Finding the Michigan Bathhouse

Early 1990’s.

I knew I needed to find a Michigan bathhouse.  I had heard that the one in Detroit, the one my brother had taken me to in 1977, had closed almost immediately after HIV hit the gay community.  I don’t know when it closed, but it is not listed in my 1991 Damron’s Guide.

What was listed was the Diplomat.  It was (and is) in Grand Rapids.  That meant it was actually closer to me, living on the west side of the state, than anything would have been in Detroit.  I was currently living alone for a couple of months, as Rob had a job in another state.  I decided to go up on a Saturday night.

It was actually quite easy to find and the there was good neighborhood street parking.  I know now that it had opened in 1980.  My fuck bud Jake has mentioned it was a local dairy.  I was told by the 1990’s manager that vacuum cleaners were repaired and sold there.  Maybe both are true.  By the time I walked in for the first time, it was fairly dreary after a dozen years of operation.  There was a smoking area with porn on the television in a lounge downstairs.  There was a hallway of single rooms past that.  Around a bend was the locker room and larger rooms to rent.  Showers and the sauna were also downstairs, off the single room hallway.  And a staircase that went up to what looked like a black hole.  A box hung on the wall at the base of the stairs with free condoms.

I got a single room.  I remember it being very cheap—and it was good for 12 hours!  I found my room and stripped.  I had already figured out that a jock could become my utility belt.  I could have a small bottle of lube, Magnums and, back then, a bottle of poppers all stuffed in the waistband.  Jake remembers meeting me in boots—but I didn’t wear them in a bathhouse this early.  (That happened later in the decade after almost stepping on a used syringe left in the carpeted hallways of Man’s Country.  The boots, once added, and jock instantly became my play uniform—with the towel over my shoulder, showing off my well stuffed jock.)  But that first night, I am sure I had that towel tightly wrapped around my thin middle.  After all, that’s what all the other men were doing…

I went into the lounge.  One man was stroking to the porn.  A few others were smoking and chatting.  I sat for a while.  The men were friendly and said hello, but it was obvious that these guys had known each other for a long time.  Eventually, I made the rounds to see if there were any open doors.  There was one, with a guy on all fours, but I was not ready to go in and fuck.  I wanted to see what was upstairs.

First, I went into the sauna—which was right at the bottom of the staircase.  I sat alone, enjoying the heat.  But I could hear people on the staircase as they went up or down.  Finally, I stood up, went out and started up the stairs.  It was dark.  There was a room right at the top.  It held a barber’s chair and a sofa that had seen better days.  At the back of this landing, there were rooms to the right and left.  I went to the right.  It was the orgy room with nothing but a stained mattress tossed on the floor.  There were easily six to eight men dogpiled on it.  The action was mostly oral at that moment, but for one bear of a man fucking a skinny college kid.  I was both petrified and totally aroused.  My cock tried to get hard under the fabric of the jock.  I saw used condoms on the floor—but the guy currently fucking was doing it raw.  That made me panic just a little.

I moved slowly away and went into the other alcove off the main room.  Another mattress—and a man was sleeping on it.  But this side was larger—and there was a sling in the opposite corner.  I stepped closer.  The sling was occupied.  A young man with a beautifully rounded ass.  I came even closer.

“Fuck me,” the guy mumbled.  “Need a condom?”

“I have my Magnums.”

“Fuck, yes, a big boy.   Get that thing on…”

This was just what I needed.  I lubed up, rolled it on and sank into his wet hole.  The guy was really very good looking, right around my age (mid-30’s) and knew how to take dick.  He treated me to a great fuck—both of us using everything in our skill sets.

“I would love you to shoot on my stomach,” he panted as he saw I was getting close.  Soon enough, I pulled out, ripped off the condom and covered him.  He swiped a finger through my cum and tasted it when he thought I wasn’t looking. 

We talked a little.  I found out he was often here—and was the boyfriend of the manager.  Both of them became good friends and regular fuck buds.

I went down to my room.  I slept and awoke around 3 am.  I went upstairs and found a new man in the sling.  He didn’t care about condoms, but I used mine.  I fucked him hard and ripped off the latex to cover his cock and balls with my load.

I slept and woke up just as my twelve-hour session was ending.  I went out for breakfast feeling ravenous…

*

After my first trip there, I was going at least once a month, often every weekend.  Guys respected my limits and put up with the latex to get my cock.  Beyond Jake and the young man already mentioned, I made a number of good fuck bud/friends there.  We’d fuck until the wee hours, sleep and go out to eat together.  There were always new men—and there was a seminary close by and those clean-cut young men were pigs on that mattress.

I met Jake, my fisting bud, fairly early after my becoming a regular.  Fisting was another great way for me to have intense sex and stay safe.  I added latex gloves to the list of things in my jock’s waistband.  Jake was there often.  He loved the fuck I would give him, but he lived for my hand.  I watched other men use him and began to understand that I had some natural technique that other men just didn’t possess when they used their hands on an ass.  I can’t begin to compute how much sex Jake and I must have had in those years—as he was there almost as much as I was.

I mostly used the sling, but I also was now very comfortable going in and fucking a guy on all fours who’d left his door ajar.  I really had my pick of the guys.

I was pretty much all about ass up at the Diplomat.  In the early 90’s the jury was out about how safe oral sex was, or even if it was.  I saved my mouth for my partner.   I was really proud of the fact I could tell Rob that I had played safely all the time he was gone.  I just didn’t tell him how often I actually went…

*

Jake has written up our first meet.  I posted it a long time ago.  Here is how he remembered things:  Guest Writer: How Jake Met FelchingPisser

Reconnecting with Osvaldo's Hot Ass

 Grand Rapids—April, 2026

 

It had been quite some time since I’d seen Osvaldo.  Our last bathhouse adventure was at the end of summer—and it had not gone as well as many in the past.  He was also finding it harder to share me with others during our play—even though the whole point of meeting in a bathhouse was to get his ass used by as many men as possible so I could fuck in their cum, something we both loved.

I had called a halt to our meetings for a bit.  I was ready to see him again around February—but that was when I was kept at home and in bed with a respiratory ailment.  I reached out to him in the middle of April—and I went north on a Saturday night…

 

The place is crowded.  It is ‘All Gender Night’ so there are lots of men (and very few women who are tucked away in the special events area.)  Many guys are just sitting around, but I can hear moans from behind closed doors as I strip and stow my clothes in my locker.  I am booted and jocked, my towel thrown over my shoulder.  I go up the stairs to the play area. 

The first thing I see is Osvaldo on his knees, sucking a daddy who is sitting on the couch by the large porn screen.  I watch for a moment and then go around the corner and sit in a chair near the sling.  There is a porn screen here, too.  I harden up and begin to stroke.  Men walk by me.  They nod or smile, but no one wants to actually have sex.

Osvaldo finds me.  He is looking a little trimmer than the last time I saw him.  He is in a colorful jock that frames his shapely ass.  He kneels and goes to work.   His mouth is wonderfully wet.  I ask him if he got that guy’s load.  He stops, looking up at me in surprise, then grins and nods.  He goes back to work.

I am ready to fuck.  To my left is the sling and to my right a hard fuck bench.  I tell him to get on the bench.  His ass is jutting towards me—a hot, hot butt.  I kneel and begin to eat him out.  “It’s been so lonnnnnggg…” he moans as I drill into him, tasting his fresh hole.  I want to fuck him.  The three men who have stopped their constant meandering are also ready for me to stand up and penetrate.  I rise up, my tumescent cock slapping his ass—giving the onlookers an eyeful before I bury it into Osvaldo.

“Take that big dick,” says the oldest observer. 

I push into him for the first time in months.  His hole is tighter than I expect—a nice surprise.  I fuck him with slow measured strokes.  One of the three guys watching finally has the sense to feed Osvaldo his dick as I speed up the fuck.  I build fast enjoying seeing him take dick at both ends.

Osvaldo is moaning constantly as he works on the two of us.  He’s always been good, but it feels like he has more control of his ass—and I like how it is squeezing down on my marauding cock.  The guy in his mouth pulls out.  He doesn’t wan to shoot this early in the night.  I pull out of his ass and bring it to his mouth.  He cleans me, moaning anew at the taste of his ass jizz.

“What a good boy,” a handsome Black man tells me.  I offer the guy either of Osvaldo’s holes, but he’s not ready yet, he just fondles himself under his towel.  I go back and eat his freshly fucked hole before fucking him once more.

The Black guy watches us for a long time.  When he leaves, I suggest Osvaldo follow him and offer himself one on one.  He nods—and goes after him.

I am left with a guy who has been eyeing my cock from the moment I sat down.  Somewhere in the middle of the first fuck, he’d settled on a bench behind the fuck bench.  He has had a great view of me thrusting into Osvaldo.  Now he wants to get on the fuck bench.  I nod.  He gets on, reaching back to pull his right cheek to the side.  I am lubed and push it.  His ass is the exact opposite of Osvaldo’s it feels wide open already. 

I fuck, slowly at first.  And then I smell it.  He hasn’t cleaned.  At least not properly for my size.  I pull out.  I lean over and whisper to him he needs to check his clean out.  He looks at me as if I am crazy.  I head for the rest room, not very happy...

*

I find Osvaldo at the medical table.  Tonight, it is canted at an angle. Osvaldo steps up on the foot rest and leans forward.  It’s actually a great fuck angle—he feels totally different as I slide into him.  The only drawback is that his head is too high to have a dick in his mouth while he’s fucked.  But he takes my hard ass pounding.  We have a stroker watching us.  He doesn’t want to fuck.  I pull out and tell Osvaldo to suck this cock.  He does.  When the guy has had enough, Osvaldo stands back on the bench and I fuck him once more.

The old television viewing area downstairs has been re-done and has two double bed mattresses in it, each on a frame so you aren’t fucking on the floor.  I suggest we try it.  We go down the stairs, but it’s too cold.  The room is freezing.  We head back upstairs and do another round on the fuck bench.

*

We take a break from each other.  I decline going into his room so he can film.  He has countless videos of me sawing into him already.  I go into the sauna and soon have a hot mouth of my cock.

We meet back at the sling.  I have been pounding water all night to give him the piss he craves.  And I’m ready.  Osvaldo hops into it.  I kneel and taste his hole.  I can taste that another man has been in him.  Not a load, but a nice precummer.  I eat him out.  Hungrily.  A man in a sling is so perfect for getting my tongue deep inside him.  Osvaldo groans.  He begins to beg me to fuck him.  I rise up and slide in.  I pound him, rattling the chains.  Suddenly I stop.  I concentrate.  The floodgates open and I am pissing up his hole.  A torrent…and I can’t possibly control it.  Finally, it dwindles down, then stops.  I pull out carefully.  His eyes are big as he gets out of the sling and races for the shower—where I know he will film the fountain shooting out of his ass.

I go and sit on a bench to watch some porn.  A hot cub asks if he can suck me.  I agree.  He is terrific.  His knees get tired, so I stand on the bench so he can suck me with ease standing up.  A man passes us, a friend of the Cub’s.

“You need to suck this guy.”  So, the new man sucks me. And the Cub finds another man to keep himself busy.  Then it’s that new guy on me and the two friends suck each other.  In the end, I’m passed around to five guys—each who take a turn and eventually come back for a second round.  Not all have great skills, but the moment is so alive and spontaneous it is wonderful.

I finally step off the bench.  The Cub sits there and I fuck his face for a moment.  I also surprise him by sucking his cock.  “I’d love that thing up my ass,” he tells me.  We go to the fuck bench and I eat his furry hole.  The exact opposite of Osvaldo’s smooth cheeks.  Damn, I love variety!

I fuck him hard.  My hips on his plumper ass make a delightful smacking sound.  I slow down and pull out.  “Let me taste it…” he whispers.  I let him clean my cock.  He has a nice ass, but his mouth is golden…

Osvaldo has been watching the fuck.  I can’t quite read his expression.  When the Cub gets up and goes, I decide it time for me to go home.  I point to the sling and Osvaldo hops in.  The oral session with the five guys has really gotten my juices flowing.  We can’t seem to get anyone else to breed Osvaldo tonight—so I will.  I eat his hole—tasting the flavor of my piss. I grease up and enter him.   Osvaldo moans and I begin pumping hard, right off the bat.  I am on a mission. 

Osvaldo sees it in my eyes.  “Breed me!  Give it all to me.”

I fuck faster….and I’m there.  Relief with each spurt filling Osvaldo’s hot ass…

My Cock Won't Go Down (an addendum to the last post)

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

There is a brief addendum to my play at the sex club.   Getting off in Kane felt like the logical end to the last post, but while he took off for his long drive home, I lingered…

 

I sit in the main lounge, looking at the various porn playing on the three different televisions.  There really is something for everyone.  My cock is in the pouch of my jock.  I think I am just catching my breath before I head home.  I watch a guy on the screen take two dicks in his ass.  The guys are hot, of course, as it’s porn.  Then I focus on the couch below the screen.  A white guy is bent over and being railed by a tall Black man.  My cock pushes against the restraining fabric.  I free it—and it stands up.  Swaying in the breeze.  Not nearly as spent as I thought.

Well, well…

The Black man shoots his load, filling the room with his howl of pleasure.  I would love to be next up the guy—but the bottom heads for the exit.  With my cock out and swinging, I walk to the gloryhole area.  There is one booth open.  I go in and stick my dick through the hole, bending my knees awkwardly as it is very low.

The guy in the adjoining booth takes a moment to respond to it.  He strokes it.  For a couple of minutes.  I want his mouth not his hand.  I pull out.  Instantly, his ass is pressed against the hole.    I will never be able to do the knee bend and fuck.  “I’m coming over,” I tell the guy.  I go out and in his door.  He’s a white college kid and naked from the waist down.

“Yes, Sir,” he murmurs, bending over the chair.  His ass is an amazing contrast to Kane’s.  He’s all but hairless—just a little blond down in the crack.   His hole is also slightly gaping—he’s had some other cocks tonight.  I push right in.

He gasps and takes me.  He pushes back to begin the fuck when I linger for too long, just enjoying his wet hole.  I begin a slow in and out.  The smell of cum is suddenly everywhere.  He’s a load taker—and has been very successful.  My cock is frothing the cum of who knows how many men.

I fuck him harder.  My hand on his back, holding him in place.

“I want your load,” he moans.

“How many do you have?” I grunt out, not slowing my stroke.

“I lost count after four…”

It’s music to my ears.  I pull out.  My dick is covered in cum.  “Clean this up,” I bark.  He licks me clean—but not with the enthusiasm I expected.  I move back to his ass.  I go to my knees and begin tongue fucking his hole.  It’s just flowing out of him.  I lap it up.  I drool some down on my dick.

I stand back up and shove into him.  He gasps again.

“You want my load?” I hiss.

“Yes, Sir.  Give it to me!”

I pick up the pace.  My balls are churning from the unexpected felching.

“Give it to him!” says a voice from a Black guy looking through a gloryhole.  “Cum in that hot ass like I did.”

I feel my nuts tighten down.  I push deep into his slick, silky butt hole.  I groan out my second cumming of the night.  The young man milks my cock with his butt.  When I pull out, my cock is covered.  He turns and cleans me.  This time with enthusiasm.  He stands up rather shakily.   I hug him.  It surprises him.  And then he returns it, holding onto me for dear life…

Fucking Kane: "This is What I Need..."

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

I had had a very busy January.  There was an enforced pause at the end of the month when a family member was in the hospital and I spent two days there.  Fortunately, the hospital issue had the best possible outcome for all involved.  I wanted to celebrate.  And by chance, Kane sent a text.  He was horny—and wanted his fabulously hairy ass pounded.  We agreed to meet at the big sex club in Lansing where he had been gangbanged earlier in the month.  He told me he wanted a more one-on-one experience—and I was fine with that.

I arrived a little early.  I wanted time to prowl—and maybe get some warm-up head.  Just as I was about to go in, I got a text from Kane.  He was running late.  Really late. I replied, telling him what I was about to do—and that I would see him soon…

 

It’s Saturday night, so there are more straight/bi men than usual as it is a night swinging couples often appear looking for a third.  It also means the men are milling around—and not playing, but waiting.  I go into the blackout room, leaning against the wall, my cock out. 

A man comes in.  I can see nothing about him.  He feels along the wall and bumps into me.  His hand finds my cock.  He caresses it, making little mewling sounds as he does it. 

“You can suck it…”

He let’s go as if it were a live wire and stumbles out of the room.  My eyes are growing accustomed to the lack of light.  I now see the silhouette of a thin guy come in.  He finds me and strokes me.  He takes out his dick—and I take a turn stroking his cock.  I kneel and take him into my mouth.  He sighs and begins fucking my face in a slow, sensual rhythm.  I am sure this is the same young Black man I’ve sucked here on previous visits. 

He is juicing up now.  His breathing changes.  He is on the edge of orgasm—and pulls out of my mouth.  It’s too early in his evening to shoot.  He takes off.

I stay awhile longer, but no one else ventures in.  I make the tour of the gloryhole booths, the video lounge where a Transwoman is getting fucked bent over the couch.  Two guys are waiting in line for her ass, but she’s insisting on condoms—so I keep going with my tour.

I bump into Julian—the guy with reddish blond hair that I fuck at the bookstore close to home.  He is here with a friend.  I tell him about Kane.  Julian is a true vers—and a hot, hairy ass sounds great to him.  I agree to find him when Kane arrives.

But he’s still not here.  Julian finds me again in ten minutes or so.  Julian suggests I fuck him until Kane arrives.  I agree.  We find an alcove off the main lounge.  There is a chair there for Julian to kneel on.  He strips and presents me with his full, thick ass.  I go to my knees and chow down.  A guy who is a friend of Julian’s watches me, stroking his cock.  But soon he’s paying no attention as he has a cocksucker at his feet.

I stand up and slide in.

“I always forget just how big you are…” Julian moans.  I slap his ass and begin to fuck.  The sound attracts a man from the lounge.  He comes into his alcove and takes out his dick. 

“Make him suck it,” I tell the guy, as if Julian doesn’t love cock in his mouth. 

The guy eagerly gives Julian his cock.  I love to see a guy used at both ends.  We are both fucking into Julian at very different speeds.  I am doing slow, long strokes while the guy in his mouth is fucking into him like a jack rabbit.

“You wanna fuck his ass?”

The guy slows his pummeling of Julian’s mouth for a moment and considers it.  But he’s too close to shooting.  He just picks up the tempo and gives Julian the load down his throat…

*

Julian has gone home happy before Kane shows up.  We find each other quickly.  I suggest the sling.  He asks for a more private place.  I suggest I close the door of the cage so men can only watch—not touch.  But we end up in one of the larger gloryhole booths.  He loses his sweat pants and underwear and kneels on the chair.  I go to work on his hairy ass with my tongue.  I lick every inch of the furred valley between his butt cheeks before zeroing in on his hole.  It flowers open easily.  I tongue fuck him.

I am aware that a man is peering at us through the glory hole.  The guy watches me stand up and slide into Kane’s ass.  The guy behind the wall stands up and pushes his dick through the hole.  It is inches from Kane’s face, but he ignores it.  I am surprised, but kind of pleased that he really wants to just concentrate on me.

I speed up the fuck, making Kane moan.  “Daddy…” he croons, “this is what I need…”

I keep fucking into his hot and now very juicy hole.  I pull out and Kane spins to suck my cock.  “Lick me clean,” I tell him (and for our eavesdropper behind the wall, who is now watching again.)

I pull out of his mouth and kneel behind him.  I tongue his well fucked ass.  I love how he self-lubes.  I force myself to stop eating his hole and fuck it once more.

This time when I pull out, he cleans me again and asks to find another place to fuck.  I suggest the alcove where I fucked Julian—as the chair there is padded and more comfortable. 

Once there, this time Kane gets fully naked.  He’s about to kneel on the chair, when I stop him.  I sit and swivel around so my legs hang over the back of the chair and my head rests on the seat.  “Now sit on my face.”  He does.  I love that his hairy ass is all but cutting off my air as I tongue him.  It’s likely hard on Kane’s legs.  I double tap his hip to get him to stand up.  He does—and we change places.  He kneels and I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  A few guys watch us, but I don’t let them touch him.

I pull out and bring my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me—with a big grin on his face.  He has a long drive home (he was in town seeing a platonic friend) and wants to get off and hit the road.

“Where’s the dark room you told me about.  I’d love for you to breed me there.” 

He puts his sweatpants back on and we go across the lounge and into the dark room.  We find the chair back behind the wall with the gloryhole in it.  He sits and sucks my cock for a long time.  This is getting me close.  “Now breed me,” me hisses, moving around into a kneeling position on the chair.

I sink into him.  I begin a slow fuck.  It builds quickly.  I hear him beat his own ample cock.  His breath becomes ragged.

“Shoot, Daddy.  I want your cum!”

I pick up the pace even more.  I hear him do the same with his hand.

“Oh, fuck…” I groan.

He erupts on the seat of the chair.  His ass squeezes me with each of his spurts.  It sends me over the edge, flooding his guts with my creamy seed…

History: Finding My Way

I am back to my personal history today.  Last time, right at the end of November, Mike and I had sex—and he decided he was in love with me…

Thanksgiving happened—and on Sunday November 28, 1976 (I diligently note in my journal) Mike called me.  He wanted to go to Detroit.  I said yes.  We went with Paul, who I remember absolutely nothing about, and Patty—the self-proclaimed Fag Hag of my brother’s friends.  We went to Menjo’s the dance bar. Then on to Gigi’s.  This bar was as grungy as the Flame, but it had a dance floor.  Mike and I danced to the blasting disco.  When the music turned slow and romantic, I opted out.  He was angry, but quickly found an obliging waiter.  They slow danced and pawed each other.  Did he really think this would make me like him more?

That night was also my first drag show.  My 19 year old self didn’t know quite what to make of it.  Occasionally funny—but I hated lip syncing.  Still do.

Since Mike had no privacy at his shared apartment, Paul said we could crash on his couch.  There was just room for the two of us.  Mike gave me a blow job—and it must have been good as it got me off.  I note in my journal ‘that I didn’t have the strength to reciprocate.’  I would love to know now if that was real or feigned.

That night was memorable for one other reason.  In the shower the next day, back at the dorm, I found I had crabs.  Mike, too.  Paul’s couch was the culprit.  A quick call to my brother—and a trip to the drugstore…

I saw Mike again on Saturday night.  He came to see me in a college production.  He’d gotten his shared apartment to himself for the night.  He fucked me—until the phone rang and he totally lost his erection.  As a young man, I really liked the idea of taking another guy inside me.  The issue was, each time I tried, the reality did not meet my fantasy of it.  At all.

It was a struggle to get out of there on Sunday morning—as I had no car and was dependent on him to get me home.  He really wanted a relationship—to be my boyfriend.  I wanted a friend.  A friend with benefits, if the term had been invented back them.  I didn’t want to be just a trick—but his erratic behavior (like the waiter) was not helping me form any kind of bond.

Christmas.  Semester break.  December 30, 1976.  I was now 20.  Theo and I spent the day shopping in Ann Arbor with my brother.  Mostly records and books.  We had lunch and dinner at his apartment.  Theo was entranced with him—as I looked on.  My brother decided, even though it was a Thursday night, we should go to the Rubaiyat, the dance bar.  He dug out a University of Michigan Sweatshirt and put it on underage Theo.  We got in with no issues.  Theo was entranced.  He was the Disco Queen.  In his element.  He rarely left the dance floor—partnered by my brother, or me, or some man of the moment.

I drove my brother’s car back to his apartment while he sat in the back seat with Theo and made out with him.  I expected the rearview mirror to steam up any moment. I then drove Theo back to our hometown in my dad’s car—as he babbled on and on about the night.  I was hurt—but put on a brave face.  I had no claim on Theo, after all…

We were back at my brother’s place the next evening for New Year’s Eve.  It was an uneasy night.  All the men in his circle were there—with a lot of drinking.  I’d met most of them by this point.  The whole night was uneasy (and unrequited) with Theo wanting my brother, me wanting Theo and Mike wanting me.

January 4, 1977.  A Tuesday night and Mike asked me to go to the Rubaiyat.  I agreed.  He was always late when picking me up.  Every time.  But not tonight.  He was right on time and in a great mood.  On the drive from University to disco, he gave me a package.  (I’d given him one the night before.)  There was a leather notebook, a framed picture made of dried flowers and a scroll (all the rage in the 70’s) with some generic ‘words of wisdom’ on it.  I thanked him and he was all a glow.  We parked and, still in a great mood, we went into the disco.  Instantly, he saw three old tricks at a table across the room and left me alone for the rest of the night.  I was dumbfounded.  My brother arrived.  We danced a bit.  He rolled his eyes about Mike and all but said “you can do better…”  I don’t know who got me home that night, but I am guessing my brother.

January 13, a Thursday night.  Mike was later than ever in picking me up.  I was waiting in the freezing parking lot, not knowing what was up in this age before cell phones.  He arrived and turned off his car.  Now it wouldn’t start.  Repeatedly.  Finally, it did.  We drove to the Rubaiyat and it was dead.  My brother arrived.  Angry.  I don’t know what the beef was, but he pulled Mike into a corner and verbally let him have it.   Mike stayed away from me for a good 30 minutes after it.  The only fun moment of the evening was a hot guy Mike and my brother couldn’t stop ogling and talking about.  When the two of them went off to dance (with other men, not together) l was left alone at the table.  The hot guy came to my table and was all over me, asking if I wanted to go home with him.  I considered it—but my insecurity kicked in and I told him no.  He was taken home by Paul.  I wonder if he got crabs…?

January 15, 1977.  Mike called wondering about a trip to Menjo’s and then to the bathhouse in Detroit with my brother.  I panicked.  I mastered it and surprisingly said ‘yes.’  We drove down.  At Menjo’s, my brother and I were ready to dance with Mike off in the restroom.  He came racing back to the table.  Jerry was here.  (Remember him?  Supposedly the love of my brother’s life.)  Jerry joined us then—and all seemed fine.  I knew for a fact my brother was sleeping with other men.  Jerry asked where else we might go tonight.  My brother shrugged.  Jerry said he wanted an early night—and off he went.

We danced.

We had a midnight fast food snack and arrived at the Club Baths just after 1:00am.  My brother got a room.  Mike got a room.  I went to the window—and was given a locker as the rooms were now gone.  Mike told me to leave my clothes in his room.  I wrapped that towel around my thin waist so tightly.  I was surprised by how tiny the rooms were, the age of the mattresses, how thin the sheet was they gave the guys who rented the room.

My brother gave me the tour—and I quote from my journal: “First floor:  entrance, TV room, vending machines.  Down a flight of stairs:  sauna—wet and dry, showers.  Down another flight of stairs, lockers and the whirlpool.  Second floor:  20 rooms and the blacked-out orgy room.  Third floor:  the same.”

We were standing on the second floor.  In the course of our tour, I found almost all the men from the New Year’s Eve party in attendance, each glad to see us.  My brother told me I should make myself comfortable and likely stay out of the orgy room.  I nodded.

At the top of the third-floor landing, who should appear but Jerry.  He came down the stairs, rather regally.  My brother said ‘Hello’ and Jerry kept walking.  It was over.  They never spoke again—and it didn’t dampen his mood one iota.

Mike went off to play.  As did my brother to the second-floor orgy room.  I wandered.  Doors were open.  Men showing off ass or cock.  I erected under my towel, but I didn’t make the first move.  I finally I sat in the television room (it was true TV, not porn back then.)   Art, a friend of my brother’s who I’d met in the autumn of the previous year, found me.  We talked.  He asked if I’d tried out of the facilities?  I whispered a ‘no.’ Then he asked if I’d like to come to his room for a cigarette.  (God, in 1977 they could smoke in those tiny rooms—and with the whole place being a fire trap!!)  I said ok—but that I didn’t smoke.

We went up the stairs.  Towels were shed.  “Fuck, you’re just like your brother.  You need to fuck me.”  I’m sure we sucked each other for a bit first as I knew I could do that.  I fucked him.  And came up his ass.  Very fast.  Another first.  But I hated the shit on my dick.  *

But I liked fucking.  I liked being on top of his hairy chest and rubbing myself on it.   And his hot hole on my dick felt wonderful.

I grabbed my towel, cleaned up and opened the door.  There was my brother, and three of his friends.  They all smiled and chuckled.  Art came out fully naked and told them he loved my dick.  His words were just what I needed.

I spent some time in the whirlpool and tried to sleep in Mike’s cold room under the wafer-thin sheet.  I think we were there for 12 hours—and my brother was going to use every minute of it.

I was given my membership card as we left.  I never went back—but it was a huge step for me…

*A small digression here.  Cleaning out your ass in the late 1970’s, in Michigan, was not something guys did.  Not the ones I knew.  I could believe men in bigger gay areas might have figured it out.  My brother, who should know, told me that he saw the change in the very early 1980’s.  Magazines like Torso and In Touch were talking to the brand-new stars of the fledgling porn industry.  They talked about douching their hole for the camera.  And suddenly everyone, comparatively, was doing the same.

Halloween Evening: The Revels Ignite

 Lansing—October, 2025

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

 

I eat my dinner, packed in my travel cooler, out in the car.  I find coffee a few blocks away.  I actually nap a little.  I drive back to the venue and re-enter around 8pm.  Things are picking up.  There are more people around.  Mostly men, but a few women as well.

I do the tour.  In the first room, with all the couches and porn, there are a number of men stroking.  I walk down the hall to the other main area.  Men are on the roam around the gloryholes.  A few are watching the sole television back there, now with a porn loop that doesn’t freeze up.  I check the new maze and walk in on a blow job.  The guy on his knees, who happens to be wearing a black corset and hose, gestures for me to take out my cock.  I do.  I am not hard—but he swallows me down as he holds the other man’s stiff dick in his left hand.  I harden up in his throat.  He chokes and pulls off me.

“Holy fuck,” he moans.  “You need to fuck my wife.”

And he goes down on me again.  I let him go to town on my dick, then push him back to the man he was sucking when I came in.  The other guy grins at me and hefts my balls.  When he comes out of the sucker’s mouth, he shakes his head and takes off.

The corseted man stands up.  “Will you fuck my wife?  I really want to eat your cum out of her.”

“We should ask her.”

He leads the way to the first room.  I assume she’s out there.  But no.  The guy is too distracted by my dick.  He sits on a side couch and sucks my cock once more.  But the angle is bad.  His solution, and a great one, is to remove his bridge.  His whole mouth becomes so much roomier.

“You should fuck me.”  He wants to be on his back on the low platform that is in front of the couch.  I tell him my legs won’t bend so deeply for so long.  He settles to be on all fours.  I go right to fucking.  He moans.  Men stop and watch.

“I need to take a picture to send to my wife,” he says, twisting away from my bucking hips. 

“Fine.” 

But he can’t find his phone.  We search the couch, but I never saw it with him.  We go back to the maze and try to find it.  Nope.  I send him to his locker—but he gets distracted and shows up back to where I’m waiting for him. Without the phone—or even looking if it’s in the locker.  He finally goes and looks.  Nothing.

I suggest the door attendant call his number to see if the phone is in the building.  He hates that idea.  We search everywhere we’ve already looked one more time.  He decides he left it in his car.  I suggest he gets dressed and go to look.  But he doesn’t.  Or won’t.

I am fed up and walk away.  I never find out if he found it.  But I did see his wife…and I’m not sure if she was a man in drag or the real thing…

*

I roam.  I stumble on a hot oral threeway.  One man holds the other still, pinioning his hands behind his back, as a third man services the guy. They aren’t looking for a fourth, so I keep moving.  I go into the dark room.  My eyes adjust faster.  I can hear heavy breathing behind the partition that has a glory hole in it.  I move closer, standing slightly out of the way.  A young Asian woman (or a remarkable CD) is sucking a white Daddy, who is sitting in a chair.  He is wearing a sweatshirt from one of the Michigan universities.  I have seen him around.  His thick cock is being expertly serviced.  Also watching is a tall, skinny Black guy in a hoodie.  He is stroking to the scene.  As am I.

Sweatshirt bends and says something to the young woman.  She nods.  Sweatshirt motions for us to come closer.  We step in.  She continues to suck Sweatshirt, but is now making a show of it.  I am surprised when Sweatshirt reaches up and feels my dick—and begins stroking it.  Hoodie stares at the young woman.  In another moment, Sweatshirt guides her head to Hoodie’s dick.  I am really surprised when Sweatshirt begins to suck me.  He’s good.  And hungry.  He moans out his pleasure.  Hoodie is breathing harder now that he has a mouth on his cock.

Sweatshirt pulls off my dick.  “Suck this one,” he commands.  She moves over.  She’s good, too.  She lifts my hand from my side and places it on her head, so I can ‘force’ her to suck me.  I know how to pick up my cue.  I go from enjoying her mouth to using her.  Hoodie is not put out by not having a mouth on his cock.  He is stroking hard and fast.  He loves the idea that in just these few moments, she’s had three dicks in her mouth.

Sweatshirt, is sitting right there, his face is right next to hers.  He watches her suck me—as if he was still doing it.  He is beating his cock, too.  And moaning.  The young woman is making sounds of real exertion—and loving it.

“I’m gonna shoot,” Sweatshirt moans.  “Take my load.” 

She leaves me and finds his dick just in time.  She gags as he fires into her mouth.  Then she’s back on me.  Her mouth is still full of his cum and my cock is covered.  She proceeds to lick it all off.  Once she’s cleaned me up, she begins trying for my load.  I let her think that for a moment, but it’s not going to happen.  With my hands on either side of her head, I ‘force’ her back onto Hoodie.  He gasps.  Sweatshirt stays there to watch the show.  Or maybe he is her Master.  I watch her service the long thin dick next to me—and then leave them to it…

*

It's getting late.  What I’m not seeing tonight are people on the fuck bench or the sling.  I really want to drop my load and go home.

I move into the maze.  There is one man there who has no interest in me.  He leaves.  I find a glory hole I hadn’t noticed on my previous cruising.  My dick is semi-hard and I push it through.  At that moment, a very tall CD in a short blond pageboy wig arrives with a 20-something Black guy.  I have seen her service a number of men in the public spaces.  She is likely my age, but hides it well.  She does a double take on seeing me there, but then mutters “Join us.”   The CD kneels and begins sucking the young man.  I turn away from the hole.  My cock hardens up.  I love that s/he has hiked up the short skirt and is beating a fat beer can of a cock as s/he blows the guy.

“Suck his dick,” says the young man.  The CD does just that, really sucking me deep.  The young man jerks his cock.  I guide the wigged head back to the young man.  And then back to me.  The three of us are nicely in tune.

“Can I fuck you?” he finally asks.

For a moment, I think the CD is going to say no.  After a tiny pause, s/he stands up, pulls down the panties and displays a hot, shaved bubble butt.  The young man takes my offer of lube, covering his cock and pushing in.  The CD grabs the wall for balance, taking his hard thrusting like a champ.  He shoots inside 50 seconds, he is so turned on.

“I don’t know if I can take you,” s/he mutters, “but I’m damn well going to try.”

“You’ve got that extra lube in you now,” I murmur as I go to my knees.  I push my face between those freshly shaven butt cheeks.  The young man’s load begins to drip onto my tongue.  I groan.  So does the person I’m felching.  The beer can is so aroused, s/he pushes it back for me to lick the dripping head.  I do—and shove the precum up the hole in front of me.

I stand up.  I enter that cum dripping hole with ease.  I begin to fuck, rather shallowly, then slightly deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck, yes!”

I slap the ass in front of me, making it tighten around my cock.  The cum squelches as I fuck.  I know I’m close.  This is better than I’d hoped for—having a big cum load to fuck in.

“You want it?”

“Fill me up.  Sir!

That does it.  I begin firing away.  Blast after blast.  It’s a terrific orgasm after all the hours of stoking the fire.

I pull out slowly.  I go to my knees and lick up some of our mixed cum.  Not much, just a little clean up.  I stand—and without any coaxing, my cock is sucked clean from that cum-hungry tongue…