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November 4, 2005
Muscleman at the baths, Part 1
I recently listed myself on Bear411. The boy said the men were friendly and I figured they’d at least be more likely to be the kind of kind of men I look for than the guys on ManHUNT or M4M4Sex who increasingly tend to be the young and the hairless. I was right and so was the boy.
This incredible man chatted with me the very first night I was logged on to Bear411. I looked around the apartment to make sure there wasn’t someone else there who he was really chatting with! There wasn’t. He said he was interested in meeting Daddy (that’s me) at the baths some night, taking a lot of loads in his ass, including mine, and then having me push them in with my fist. Sure thing! But wait…there’s more! Then I get to pick out and/or approve the other guys who fuck him. He has a particular interest in getting a hand past his second sphincter. Men have picked me out for this a lot, ever since I posted a picture of my arm buried to the shoulder in JoeyFF’s ass. (It’s a pretty spectacular picture. I’ll post it soon. Still, as good as I am at fisting, it was Joey’s talent more than mine that made it happen. And, truth be told, it was ultimately more of an interesting than arousing experience.) The muscleman messaged me again that Friday night and asked if I would meet him at the baths in an hour. I agreed but I said it was doubtful that we’d get rooms at 11:45 on a Friday night. We exchanged mobile numbers so we could figure out what to do if we were roomless. I suggested we could just come here and he thought we should play in the group TV lounge. Hell yeah!
There weren’t any rooms when I got there and I completely forgot to call him. While I was changing in the locker room there was an announcement on the P.A. “Gentlemen, the man you have all ben waiting for has just checked in.” I just knew they had to be talking about him.
I went up to the lounge on the fourth floor, sat on my towel and tried to jerk it to a frustrating porn film. (One of the guys in the movie put out his cigar before he started having sex. How silly.) Within five minutes Muscleman came in, wearing a towel. I swear to god everyone gasped in unison. He was H-U-G-E and beautiful, much bigger and better-looking than his pictures. It was astonishing. He walked right over to me, said “There you are!” and gave me a big kiss! Then he grabbed my arm and said, “Come to my room,” in a French accent! As we left I could feel the other guys in there—not an ugly bunch by any means—staring daggers into my back. As we walked to his room I asked him how he got a room. “I used my charm,” he replied. I bet he did!
I’m really tired now but I promise to finish this tomorrow. It will be worth the wait. Night folks.
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