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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