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March 19, 2007
Cub baths
I went to the Sansom St. Gym the second Saturday they were open and there were about twice as many men as the first weekend. Last Saturday, the third weekend, the numbers about doubled again, as did the quality of the men. They advertised for the first time this past Friday in the Philadelphia Gay News, so things are looking up.
I arrived at 10:30PM Saturday night. I asked for a particular room, next to the porn lounges, that I knew was just a bit larger than the others and, luckily, it was available. I posted a picture here. It’s huge by bathhouse standards. The TV is just visible in the upper right. It had an electrical outlet, too, but, unfortunately, there is no WiFi yet and no open network to leech from. I brought a couple of porn films to pop into the PowerBook so I didn’t have to depend on the twink extravaganza they were showing to get me hard. The walls of the rooms in this section are black which is better than the white they use in the rest of the place.
I have to talk about the music. I’ve been to this place three times now. Apparently they only have one CD! It’s a good one if you like techno remixes but it really gets tiresome after seven hours. Most places I’ve been to lately have Sirius which I think works well in a bathhouse. Most of the time I tune the music out when I’m having sex because it distracts me but if I hear David Bowie singing China Girl with samples from Mommie Dearest one more fucking time, I’m gonna start shooting. No jury will convict me. “Three hundred dollar dress!!” “Three hundred dollar dress!!” “Three hundred dollar dress!!”…
(I remember an exceptional night upstairs at The Phoenix. I was fucking a guy and holding on to something above my head with both hands. His boyfriend was kissing me and talking filth and there were guys on my pits and nipples. The DJ was playing a remix of Crystal by New Order that I hadn’t heard yet. I swear the looped vocal, "Keep it comin’, Keep it comin’, Keep it comin’…” went on for half an hour. It was heavenly and, in this case, really enhanced the sex. I go back there every time I listen to the song. The smell of Tide gives me a woody, too, but that’s a story for another day.)
I had to take a shower as soon as I got there because I stank to high heaven—even too much for me to tolerate. I brought my own soap but they now put a teeny bar of soap on the towel next to the condom. Shower curtains have been installed but not in the stall with the shower shot.
On my way back to my room I walked through one of the video lounges and passed a really hairy older guy with a beard. We had played the week before. He is not the most attractive man but a great cocksucker and kisser. He proved the first to me last week and much more followed. He groped me as I walked by and I stopped, dropping my towel on one of the platforms. He stroked my dick and his mouth got started on one of my nipples. He remembered exactly what I liked. I suggested that we go to my room where I would be more comfortable. I’ll put up with a certain amount of discomfort if there’s an audience but the lounge was empty. Back in my room I reclined on my back and he got right between my legs and started sucking. He even remembered to lick my balls while he stroked me. Nice. I knew that having an orgasm tonight was going to be a bit of a struggle and I didn't want to waste one this early so, after about a half hour, I told him I needed to take a break. He moved up to give me a kiss and said, “I want to get some more of this later,” and gave me a peck on the pecker.
He shut the door behind him. I watched porn for a while and ate the glazed Wawa donut I brought with me. Then I went upstairs to watch HBO for a while. They were showing Return of the Jedi but I couldn’t pay attention to it. Sitting in one of the wing back chairs
was one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. He was an incredibly muscular, handsome, hairy-chested, black man with a full beard, wearing only a wool cap and a towel. One hand rested on his dick through the towel and the other teased his nipple. He knew I was looking at him and I could tell it got him off. A skinny white guy came up and half knelt beside his chair, talking. All I could catch was someone saying “Harrison Ford.” I thought they were friends until I noticed the white guy touching the other one’s nipple and the black man brushing it off, several times in a row. Then the white guy left and I never saw him again. The black man stood up and walked past me, out of the room, giving me a glance as he passed. I waited a nanosecond or two so I wouldn’t seem too eager and headed towards the stairs. I passed him at the doorway and said, “You are one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.” He smiled and moved out of my way. Then he began doing some stretching for my benefit which made me feel a little woozy so I went back to my room, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way.
I finished the coffee and made another circuit of the place. I passed a black guy lying face down on his bed with a pillow propping up his beautiful ass. I took a quick look around the room and saw there was no lube. I went to my cubicle and grabbed mine. I squeezed some onto my fingers and felt in the crack for his hole. He said, “Close the door,” without turning around. I did. Then I climbed onto the bed and mounted him. “Oooh, easy,” he said as I tried to enter his hole. I slowed down and eased into his hairy hole. Nice and tight. He moved around a lot but it still felt great. He asked me to open the door and, when I pulled out I noticed he wasn’t completely clean. It wasn’t bad at all but I wasn’t going in there again now.
As I passed through the coffee area on my way up to the bathroom I saw the muscular black man sitting at one of the tables. He smiled at me as I passed. I took the world’s fastest shower and went back downstairs. I passed him again, hoping I didn’t act too much like Miss America or anything as I was coming down the stairs, but he didn’t even glance my way. I stood in the door of my room with an erection for a while and he stared and stared. Still nothing. OK. I give up.
While I was standing there a younger bearish guy with a jet-black, perfectly-trimmed short beard checked in two doors down. Very handsome. He smiled and asked me where the bathroom was and I told him. He went into his room, came out in his towel and went upstairs.
I shut my door took a little break before deciding to walk around again. In the lounge there was a group on one of the carpeted platforms. The center of attention was the black man who I fucked earlier. Someone was fingering his hole and he was stoking a third. I knelt over his mouth and he began sucking my dick, and very well. He sat up and reversed his position, pushing his hole against my dick. It went in more easily this time and he was totally clean but I couldn’t get comfortable. He suggested we go to his room. We left the door open.
Finally, some good fucking! I used my legs to spread his apart so I could get in nice and deep. He adjusted himself so he could back onto me, meeting every thrust. Finally I pushed him flat onto the mattress and pounded as hard as I could, as long as I could. I didn’t want to shoot yet and I stopped just in time. When I turned around to leave, I saw there was a a small crowd watching us. Just what I like.
Back in the video lounge the cub to whom I had given bathroom directions was sitting on a bench getting sucked of by the bearded guy who blew me earlier. (Damn, I can’t stand using the word cub but…) I walked up to them and started playing with the cub’s nipples, eventually rubbing his neck and the back of his head. I kissed him. He leaned forward and started sucking the cock of a muscular guy who was standing on top of a platform in front of him. That guy reached down to play with my nipples and kiss me. The cub stood up and started fucking the bearded man. The beaded guy leaned onto me and sucked my dick while the cub pumped his ass. The cub held on with one hand and massaged my nipple with the other, constantly keeping eye contact with me. He stopped fucking and stooped between the other two of us, rubbing his beard on our chests and licking our nipples. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I said, “No.” After a few minutes he left. I shot my load into the bearded man’s mouth. I had been erect nearly constantly for four hours and he got a lot of jism.
More coffee and back to my room again. The cub came in, pretending he thought it was just another dark room. We made out a little. Since I had just shot a big load and needed to recharge, I sucked his dick and, at his request, licked his balls. He moaned and talked dirty about bare fucking and what I liked to do and watch while I sucked him and rubbed his hairy belly. I made it clear that I’d like to fuck him and he didn’t object. He really liked it when I licked the crease between his thigh and his balls and when I rubbed my goatee on them. His cock was not so bog but the head fit nicely into my throat without choking me. It was a pleasure to suck. He stopped me before he shot.
Then he asked if I wanted to eat and finger his ass while he fucked a big bear. Of course I did! So we went over to the guy’s room. This isn’t someone I would have played with on my own, good-looking for his type but just too big for me. He asked us to close the door and I did. The cub got on top of him and rubbed his cock in the bear’s crack. As far as I could tell he never actually fucked him. I have to say the cub’s ass was beautiful. It had a nice coating of fine hair with heavier, more wiry hair around the hole. It was beefy, too, though he was far from heavy. I did the best I could with my tongue but I just couldn’t get in very close with him in that position. I had better luck with my fingers. With my finger inside him, he seemed more satisfied that I’d seem him all night. He backed on and off of my hand while he was fucking the bear’s crack, moaning and arching his back with pleasure. I met every thrust with one of my own, eventually getting two fingers inside him. The bear wanted to stop and the cub shot onto his crack. As he dismounted I saw that the bear was someone I know in a more professional capacity. We both smiled.
Busy night, huh?
I went back to my room, this time figuring it was late enough that no one else would be coming in. I was right about that but the cub came back again. I was looking at filthy pictures on my laptop and he commented that we liked the same kind of men. I said I had 22,000 pictures so he’d better make himself comfortable! There was more making out, sucking and nipple play and he paid a lot more attention to my dick. Finally, he shot while I had both of his balls in my mouth. He said he thought that was about it for the night.
Before he left he told me that I had a “beautiful Daddy face” and that I knew how to please. He’s young and I took the compliments as they were intended. I didn’t bother telling him that I could please him in other ways entirely or that he was lucky to find me in such a versatile mood. I let him enjoy his night as a top. He’s really adorable but really needs the practice, too.
He left the room. I went upstairs to the HBO room and got distracted by a Wanda Sykes special. When I went back to my room, his was empty. I made one last stroll through the place and, finding nothing interesting, I got dressed and went home. I had been there for seven hours!
I’m listening to “You Are My Face” from Blue Sky Blue by Wilco on Phawker Radio.
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