July 23, 2008
Sunday at the Adonis, Pt. I
I needed to unwind from a busy weekend so I made a rare Sunday night visit to the Adonis. (I had bicycled to the Mann Music Center to hear the Philadelphia Orchestra on Friday night and wandered around Longwood Gardens with some buddies from the chat room on Saturday evening for the Fireworks and Fountains show.) I wasn’t expecting much since, in my experience, Sundays have been kinda dead there. I have been been surprised at the increase in the Friday and Saturday night crowds there lately, so I went, hoping their born-again popularity, for which I feel at least a little responsible, was spilling over into other nights. It was but not much.
There were only about three men upstairs so I headed straight to the basement. The same guy has been sleeping on the bench at the bottom of the stairs the last three times i’ve been there. I wonder if he just goes there to sleep.
The back section seemed empty at first but I couldn’t see all the way through the darkest room so I knew there was a bit of a crowd in there. It wasn’t as crowded as it can sometimes be, but it was good enough. I stood against a wall until I got hard then I moved into the center of the room.
Someone’s hand immediately found my cock. He was bent over, already being fucked. He pulled me towards him with his other hand and turned his head so he could suck me. Some guy on my left pulled up my shirt and began working my nipples and I returned the favor. He had a thickly hairy, muscular chest. I held onto the bottom’s head because I didn’t want to shoot as soon as i got there. After the guy shot his load he stood up and I saw that he had a really handsome face with a close-cropped black beard and hair. I only saw him for a second, though, because he immediately turned around, bent over, grabbed my dick and shoved it into his hole. I fucked him for a really long time. He was intensely into it. I ended up backed against a wall with him grinding into me. The whole time, the hairy-chested guy had his fingers on my nipples. When I was ready to shoot, I grabbed the back of his tank top and pulled him tight against me as I unloaded. He stood up and kept my still hard dick inside him while he got himself off. Then he bent over again and pulled up his pants. I got another short glimpse of his face before he disappeared. I wanted to get a better look at him later but he was just gone. I guess he got what he wanted and went home.
I went upstairs to sit down for a while and recharge. There was a guy in the TV room who I had made my eyes bug out at the Bike Stop the week before. Obviously, I found him incredibly hot. At the Adonis he has wearing a white t-shirt, beat-up khaki shorts and new sneakers. He had a dark beard, a tight body and lean muscular legs. He stood, leaning against a wall, watching the movie, stroking. HIs hips would move forward accasionally. Everyone was looking at him. I got hard again right away. I walked over and touched his chest. He took his hand off of his long, fat cock and let it bounce by itself. I got right down on my knees and went to work. I took it to the balls in deep strokes, keeping my hands in my pockets. When he began to moan, I ran my hands up and down his legs and teased his balls through his loose pants. I was hard as a rock but I didn't want to stroke myself. I was enjoying sucking his dick and I didn’t want to be distracted. I had to finally give it a break for a bit, though, so I stood up and said, “Thanks.” I didn’t get the slightest glimmer of recognition from him. It was like I wasn’t even there. It really turned me on.
I went back downstairs and a handsome black man with a salt-and-pepper goatee beckoned me into a cubbyhole. He said “Can you stick around for a while and let me suck your dick?” Sure! So he deep throated me between long hits of poppers. His goatee felt good on my balls. I wanted really badly to shoot into his throat but I held back. I wanted to hang around a bit longer. He eventually stood up, thanked me and left. I stood in the booth alone for a while.
After a couple of minutes a goateed mouth appeared at the gloryhole. I put my dick into it. this guy, whoever he might have been, was an amazing blow job. I couldn’t even tell what he was doing some of the time but it felt incredible, so wet and warm. He was an expert edger,too, and had me moaning loudly. Then he just stopped. It took an incredible amount of self-control to not grab my dick and finish myself off but I managed to keep my hands away from my dick once again.
There’s a kind of bearish black guy with a scruffy beard who wears oversized clothes and who I see there a lot. He’s not what I generally go for but I warmed up to him after a while. He often watched me fuck guys and talked dirty into my ear about how he wished it was him. It was typical HIV fetish behavior. I'm not usually into dirty talk but sometimes it works for me and with him it definitely did. There was never any real physical contact between us. Well, something seems to have changed. As soon as he saw me, he took my cock in his hand and started lubing it up. He dropped his pants and backed onto my dick. He moved back and forth three or four times and then pulled away. He started stroking me again. Then he did the almost-fucking thing again. I kinda got the creeps. I figured he’s not HIV+ and he’s taking his fetish a little farther than I’m comfortable with. I completely “get” the HIV fetish with poz and neg guys but I have my limits. I told him I needed to stop and I moved on.
There’s much more—amazing for a Sunday night—but I have to get some sleep now.
To be continued.
I’m listening to “Miss Chatelaine” from Ingenue by k.d. lang.
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