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February 28, 2007
The Adonis
Saturday was not a great night at The Adonis. It’s been so cold that I haven’t been able to leave the house much so I thought I’d take advantage of temperatures only slightly below freezing and go out for a while.
There were less than a dozen men in the basement when I arrived at 11:30 and none of them appeared to be having sex. I relaxed for a while, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Eventually, most of them men ended up in the darkest area, where I was, and something seemed to be happening.
Wen I got closer, I saw a big guy, over six feet, really well-built, hairy and handsome, bending over and taking a hit of poppers. Apparently he was trying to back onto someone’s dick because a guy behind him was saying, “No, let me do it.” I moved closer, felt his furry chest and tweaked his nipples. He rested his head on my shoulder. I kissed his neck and stroked his head. He reached down and started stroking my dick with his lubed hand, getting it hard. Then he turned around and bent over even more, even bending his knees some more to position his hole right in front of my cock. (Amazing for such a big man.) His hole was already wet so I slid right in. Nice. Not too tight and enough friction to keep me nice and hard. Suddenly the dark space seemed crowded as people moved in to see. Holding onto his hips, I pumped his hole hard and fast at first for as long as I could. Then I slowed almost to a stop and he ground his ass against me, trying to get my dick in as deep as he could.
I started pumping again, this time more slowly. Sometimes I’d pull all the way out and I could feel my P.A. against his hole on the way back in. He was rocking back and forth meeting every thrust. I started to moan because I wanted to shoot so badly and I knew it was going to take some work. Some men moved in to help, one cradling my balls and another with his mouth on my nipple. That did it. I don’t even know what kind of noises I made when I shot into his ass, I just remember gasping for air. He began grinding again, stirring it up. I needed a break so I pulled out. I could smell other men’s cum.
I leaned back against a wall, looking down the row of booths, just staring out into the air for a while. There is a little more light in this part of the back room but faces are still sometimes hard to see. Guys wandered around aimlessly. At one point I was startled because it looked like a dozen or so men were coming towards me in the darkness like so many of the living dead. I went upstairs to the new room to use the bathroom.
There was a bearish man on his knees (in white pants!) sucking off another big hairy guy sitting on a bench. I stood behind the bench and took out my dick. The man getting the blow job started stroking me. I started to play with his nipples. He moaned and leaned his head back to look into my eyes. I began kissing him and I could tell he was getting close to shooting. He raised his head so he could watch himself ejaculate and I continued massaging his nipples. He shot into the other guy’s mouth. Not a drop was wasted.
After he pulled up his pants and left, I pulled mine down and sat on the bench. By this time the guy was sitting next to me. I sat there for about 15 minutes while he sucked me and stroked me, getting me to the edge and slowing down, talking about what a good cocksucker he was and how he learned to love being a bottom. I was almost sure I wasn’t going to shoot again and I was getting frustrated so I went back downstairs.
As I was going into the back room, a really hot man with a red hankie in his right pocket was coming out to use the bathroom. I made sure my red hankie was visible in my left pocket and stayed where I was until he returned. As he passed, he turned to me and nodded, smiling. That was that. Whenever I saw him later he was getting his dick sucked. Oh well.
Other than him there was no one I was interested in. A few guys came over and started to play with me but I couldn’t get into it. I retired to the room at the bottom of the stairs where nothing much happens and sat down.
The man who was sucking me upstairs came down and sat next to me to “chat.” Oh great. I can’t stand listening to people chat in a place like this so you can imagine how I felt about it. It’s really not conducive to getting off. He told me where he lives and how he’s looking for someone who can be a fuck buddy but who he can also hang out with. I wanted to say, “DUDE! You’re wearing white pants at The Adonis!” but I was polite. We talked for about ten minutes and I finally said it was time for me to go. He said he hoped we’d meet again. I said “Great!” but inside I was rolling my eyes. Thank god he didn’t try to leave with me.
I’m listening to “Fiction Romance” from Another Music in a Different Kitchen by Buzzcocks.
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