November 15, 2025
Saturday
I had just finished my chores. Boss was in the other room we call the office in a conference call with his co-workers. Just to check, I made sure Boss didn't need anything while I went out. I decided since I was officially off husband duty for the time being, I would see what I could get into.
That Park was excessively slow. Even though I was a bit horny, I didn't feel like it warranted camping out so I decided to leave. The only other place to go was the one place with the fuck van that I mostly had bad luck with.
"Do I really want to spend money on this place?"
Even though it is not that much, I really didn't see myself going to that place. Sniffies was a bust since it appears no one on that app hosts.
"The place with the van wins. I guess."
I checked in and got a Queen sized room. Normally I would just get a locker and cruise the facility. This time I decide to get a room. I have no expectations here. If I get a room I could spend some time edging and bating. It may seem a little expensive to rent a room at a sex club just to jack off.
I figure I am definitely worth it. I have more privacy to do what I want and this would give me more material to add to THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES.
I get my key and towel and walk toward the hallway where the rooms are. My room is the first room on the left coming from the entry way.
I remember this room vividly. It is the room that I invited The sexy Latino back to fuck him and then later watched him get fucked by a few guys as he had his door cracked open across from my room to put on a show.
I go into the room, put my things away in the locker and head toward the shower.
I lather up the soap and begin my bathing process. At this point there is no-one in the showers.
I begin to stroke myself more as a fluffing process. I'm not getting hard. I dry off and walk to the main area. This is the area where the big screen plays gay porn. The screen is muted as not to interfere with the bathhouse beats bumping throughout the establishment. This area has two long leather benches that connects to make an L shape leaving open space in the center floor. To the left is where an actual van is with no doors. It is what LOGAN ARROW calls the fuck van.
I take a seat. Across on the other bench are two guys making out. Next to them is a White guy, maybe late 50s early 60s, beating his dick as he watches. We make brief eye contact. I inch closer but he's not interested. I sit back and focus on getting my dick harder as I watch the porn.
Honestly most studio porn doesn't do much for me. I've gotten so used to enjoying my own videos that I'm not really turned on by other's porn anymore. Unless it's mine, a buddy of mine or watching a person or persons in real time, I could do just as good without.
White dude across from me has a nice dick and body. But I am not turned on if the other person doesn't reciprocate interest.
I decide,"Fuck it! I already know how it is for me here." I decide to go to my room like I originally planned.
I get up to go to my room when a Black guy walks by in a short white towel. Maybe it's a medium size for the rest of us. This guy is maybe 6'3" or 6'4". We glance at each other as I walk by.
The one thing that stuck me the hardest was his smile. A little flirtatious but mostly very friendly. I get flirtatious often, but friendly is a whole different level.
I do a full turn around.
"You just got here?"
"Yes." He replied.
He gestured to the couch most graciously. A total gentleman.
"I actually got a room. You can visit if you like. It's room #2."
"I will do that," he replied.
I step into the room and get on the bed.
I would love it if he visits but I don't hold my breath. A guy that hot will definitely be distracted by someone.
I close the door, take off my towel and work on getting myself up.
Nothing.
I decide to move in front of the mirror. Maybe I need visual stimulation.
I'm still not feeling it. I decide to crack open the door to show off. I'm not really the exhibitionist. That makes it worse.
Just as I get my towel on and get ready to cruise the area, The Gentleman comes around the corner just before I close the door.
"Ah, you made it."
He gives me a smile.
"I told you I would." He says as I pushes the door, stopping it from closing. He waits for me to walk in as he follows behind.
"Do you mind," he asks waiting for the okay to unwrap my towel.
"Of course."
I love those animalistic lustful romps when both
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rips each other's clothes off. But there is something about a gentleman that asks permission with a friendly smile if he can remove my robe. That hits my sweet spot especially a big strong guy like him that could easily take what he wants.
It is rare that I melt like butter in someone's hands. But then again it is rare that a 6'3" maybe 6'4" guy built like a tank with the most gentle disposition, prompts to get me naked before him.
I'm standing there naked. He sits down on edge of the bed and checks me out. Now I'm starting to feel objectified but in the most pleasurable way.
"Turn around."
I turn around.
"Damn! look at that ass!"
He faces me towards him, reaches around, and grabs my butt cheeks.
"Damn! That's a fat ass," he exclaims while squeezing.
I'm not self conscience about it anymore. I know it's somewhat prominent. I take it more as a
complement as he keeps playing with it like it's silly putty.
At this point he is like a kid enthralled with a new toy, wriggling it around with his hands, spreading my cheeks apart and releasing to see them clap together and ripple as the cheeks collide.
"So what do you like to do," he asks.
"I love to suck. I mostly top but I love being on my knees," I reply.
"Oh then let me do this."
He stands up and unties his towel. He's a big guy and he's not even fully hard yet. I definitely have a challenge ahead of me.
I kneel as I look up at him. I tease him by tasting just the tip.
"Mmmm," I murmure.
I want to gobble the whole shaft down my throat but I know damn well that I'd be lucky with getting half of it in my mouth. We're talking at least 9 inches.
At least.
I do my best to go as far as my gag will allow me.
"Let's get on the bed," he suggests.
We get on the bed and I go to work. He's quite thrilled.
"You really like what you do." He says.
"My aim is to make you feel good. Like I said I don't get this opportunity often so when I do, I go for it."
"I see!" He responds with a satisfactory grin.
I am fully aware that I am unable to go all the way down on him. I attempt to make up for it by licking down the shaft of his cock to cover the bases I couldn't with my entire mouth and most definitely not forgetting his balls and taint.
As much as he is enjoying it, he warns me that he hardly ever cums by receiving head.
"That's okay. I'm just enjoying tasting you," I reply.
I get back on his dick. His thickness is rousing plenty of spittle gushing down the sides.
I request that we moved more to the center of the bed. There is a vertical mirror that is in front of the bed. I want to see this guy's dick violating my mouth.
After a few minutes he interrupts me and asks,"Can I just hold you?"
I am totally loving this guy. His desire for affection and connection is just what I am looking for.
"Sure!"
"I love this. I love to cuddle," he responds.
I stop with the oral pleasure and just lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
"Come here."
He gestures me to come up to his level and turn around so that he could be big spoon to me. I absolutely love being little spoon. I love spooning whatever position I play. This big spoon have this little spoon elated.
He gently wraps his arms around me slowly grinding his pelvis into my backside. He's pretty big so he needs to adjust his dick accordingly. I feel it rubbing against my back. We do this for a while before I want a bit more. I lay on my stomach in hopes that he would get on top of me and grind that way. I enjoy frottage especially if he's on top humping me.
I'm fully aware that although I have a big ass, my hole is extra tight. I can be just as content with a strong man taking me that way as I can actually getting fucked.
Somehow he misreads the cue as me wanting him to actually penetrate me.
"Are you sure you want to try this?"
"We would need condoms," I reply.
I have no idea how he gets one of those dinky condoms on that they give you in those sex clubs. I am not near as big as he and those things kill me. But he has it on and is ready.
He lubes up and I lube up. I push out as he pushes in.
I breathe. I do all that I can to assist it to go in. It doesn't happen.
At one point he did get the tip inside. But that is all I could handle.
"Wow! Look at that!" He says
"You did a great job."
"Im so sorry," I apologized profusely.
"No. You did great!"
I wanted to try one more way. I wanted to see if it would be better on my back.
He was very patient and took his time. I tried my damnedest to no avail.
He looked me in the eyes and said,"You did great."
I then reached around to his back to cue him to get on top of me.
I opened my legs and invited him in as he began to hump me. He picked up the pace kissing my neck and pinning me to the bed with the force of his body.
I found just enough room to sneak my hand between us to stroke myself. I didn't need much hand action as I started to unload all over my belly.
"Wow. look at that," he said.
I asked what I could do to help him come. He said he was fine and that he had a great time. Most guys that go to these all male clubs decide to hold out on coming since there is a price of admission. They try to get more bang for their buck. I totally get it. I'm just glad I had the rare opportunity to have a good time with the perfect gentleman.
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