My Big Hole Gets a Big Pole: A Reunion with a Daddy Stud

My Thursday (Lights Out Party) at the Berkeley Steamworks got off to a slow start but that was because I got there early to improve my chances of getting a room without having to wait.  I was successful in this, and then I had some bizarre encounters before the big event unfolded much later.

First off I got fucked by a daddy who never really got all that hard or that big but somehow he managed to get it in and I did my best to clutch my butt muscles around a spongey smidge that never really felt like a dick.  He didn't move much; he mostly pushed, but it was like pushing a tiny chunk of banana against a hard surface..squishy. But...I got a cumload out of him...I really worked for that load by doing the ultimate buttwall massage. 

The next top simply lay on my back and moved around, snarling and growling, grabbing my neck and moving my head about.  Thing was, I couldn't feel a dick at all, not even a bump.  I thought for a moment I might be getting worked over by the famous Joe Mangina.  Then I thought this must be the way he gets off...he must just squirm around to get off.  But he didn't get off.  I put up with this bullshit for about 10 minutes and then said I had to pee.  The next top was hot and heavy until I opened a bottle of poppers.  He said he was allergic to poppers and beat a hasty retreat.  Then I got a deep load from a dick that looked like a big ole bratwurst that the top knew how to work nicely...this guy plunged as deep as he could, held his dick for a second, then unloaded a big load really deep in my ass.  This was an East Indian guy with Caucasian features and skin the color of rich dark chocolate.  The door was open, and we had roused a crowd, and this guy brashly cleared off all the voyeurs.  I mean, it was Lights Out pitch black so it would have been hard to see anything.

I spent this next hour trying to push that load out, but I'm still learning how to do this.  I think I'm developing a rosebud after all these thousands of dicks, but I still haven't managed to push out all the loads that might be in my ass.  All I get is a bullet haze of loud farts.

Finally, a shadowy number came in and started to feel me up...as I'm in my usual bath house pose: flat on my belly.  With my hand I can feel from his muscle tone that he's an older daddy, but it's a great worked out bod, his calves are beautifully muscled.  And there's a massive rod here and if he slips on a condom, I ain't comin' back here anymore.  He doesn't put on a condom.  He just pushes his rock hard cock into my well-fucked ass with one big thrust.  He stuffs his long straight dick into my deep hole to the hilt.  And I get a really good workout.  His style is to plunge and hold, retreat completely out of my ass, and then plunge and hold again. He never uses his hands.  And he doesn't really slam, he more like steers that big old manmeat, hits the wall and then puts out more pressure.  But he had dug so deep that he unleashed the cum from 2 loads that had lodged in my innermost depths.  And with his plunge and retreat style, every time he withdrew, there was a juicy, gummy gush of seed with buttfarts and this was too much for this dad.  His dick stayed rock hard throughout.  He liked to tickle my buttlips with his ramrod, teasing my hole before poising his pole on my holetrap before shoving it back in going all the way to the bottom of that cum reservoir, then pulling out, more dripping cum, more juicy farts.  I'm a bitch with cum fever, a crazy bitch with poppers up my nose, fat dick up my ass, cum, squish, grunt, fart...tribal beats, pitch black, this place could be burning in a raging fire, and I wouldn't give a good goddamn.  Man, I'm going to die!

This man is a great fuck but he wants a deeper probe he can get with me in missionary.  He gets me on my back, and we make eye to eye contact and...wow!!...this is the same daddy who closed an exceptional night a couple of years ago when I got fucked by four massive dicks one right after the other.  This is a reunion that might change things for me...I hope so.  We exchanged phone numbers after meeting years ago...he called me but I was at Home Depot at the time...I waited too long to call him back...it would have been embarrassing because I waited too goddamned long...then I got a new cellphone and all my old contacts were lost.  I think God meant this to happen...yeah, I believe in God (and guardian angels) when it suits me.  Anyway, I was so happy and he so was happy that we didn't care about fucking anymore, that's how great this was.  More about this later, if you guys can stand it.

Midnight Buttmunching

It was around midnight at the Steamworks Berkeley on a Lights Out Thursday and I couldn't remember at what hour I had to check out...or renew.  It turned out that our check out time was 3:00 a.m., and I had a great parking spot right across the street, so I decided to let it play out.  It had not been busy, but after I decided to return to my favorite position...on my stomach...in my room, oddly enough, things picked up.  A couple of sheathed fucks were nothing to write home about (or blog about), but just before 1 a.m., a built black daddy made my room his own and went down on my very available ass.  I don't know what's considered top or bottom in the world of eating ass, but any guy can eat my ass out for as long as he wants as long as he fucks it afterwards.  I've always considered ass-eating as a prelude to some serious digging.  But the clue comes when a dude spends longer than a few minutes eating you out, and that's what happened here.  When daddy spent elongated minutes tongue-ing my slick primed hole, I knew he wasn't going to fuck me.

Then a white dad with a shaved crotch returned (he'd fucked me hours earlier, then abruptly left, which is not unusual), it's now, around 2 a.m., following that eating out session that went on way too long as far as I'm concerned.  But then again, that black daddy got what he wanted and left happy...we aim to please.  This Shaved Crotch wanted to fuck and that he did, laying down some aggressive dick probing, with my ass working hard to stay still and firm getting his every inch...all seven or so.  I don't think he shot a load, but he acted as if he did...I can usually tell by the change in thrust and draw, and he did keep his thick white raw shaft deep in my ass for me to massage with my buttwalls...I've gotten damned good at this.  They all grunt like hawgs.  He also got me going with my raunchy toilet talk, yellin' as is my usual.

Getting it on in bath houses is so unpredictable, one never knows...like Thursday night, it was ass-eating and then a good raw fuck.  I wish it could have been in reverse order, but shit man, we can't get it the way we want all the time.  Hell, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

Steamworks Misses an Opportunity

Let me say this from the start: I love the Steamworks in Berkeley! I'd be in a dry rut without Steamworks. No less an authority than Mindtrip (see his blog Life in the Raw, if you haven't already, it's the best) says Steamworks Berkeley is the best bath house he's ever been to, and he should know. But...Steamworks, in its dutiful recognition of the United States Armed Forces, has unwittingly (I believe) shorted some of us. Steamworks is commemorating Veterans' Day with an offer too good to pass up: a free locker for active duty military personnel. All that's very well and good, believe me, that's great, stupendous, fabulous. But what about the rest of us ole dawgs who've served our country and are actual veterans right now? It's a matter of semantics, I think, but you are a civilian or active duty or a veteran. Active duty military personnel are veterans-in-the-making, and become veterans upon honorable discharge or separation, as we call it. At least that's the way it used to be. Veterans need sex, too. A free locker or a discount (I'd settle for that!) for actual veterans would be great, Steamworks. So we'll hope the message gets to you and look forward to next year.
For all you vets out there, and everybody else, take a moment to reflect, upon those who made the ultimate sacrifice and those of us who served and are lucky to still be around, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. After that reflection, I'd rather head straight for the Steamworks, along with all the other vets I can round up in the waiting room of the infectious diseases (the HIV office) at the VA. Any vet who recognizes me from my barebackrt profile, come on up and say hello next time you see me.
11/11/11

Top Has an Open Door Policy

After going through a bit of a sex drought, I finally got my groove back last weekend, but for a while I thought I was going to be the new poster boy for safe sex. There was a crowd at the Steamworks, as there usually is on Sunday afternoon, so during the wait for a room to become available, I passed the time on the fuckbench where I was fucked in rapid succession by a couple of sheathed anonymous dicks...the second was an especially spirited workout concluding with a loud, earnest orgasm...but a rubbered fuck, or so I thought. I've maintained that I can't feel a wad of cum being shot up my ass, but I definitely can tell when I'm carrying a buttload of semen...there's that filled up feeling and a slight urge to crap.
By the time I got my room, a couple of hours had passed and I had that pregnant feeling the whole time. I stuck a finger up there, swished it around and somebody's load oozed out. One of the tops must have removed the rubber, or it broke, or whatever...cum up the ass!! I got on all fours right away sticking that lubed ass out and front in my favorite piggy position.
It didn't take long.
A lean balding white guy came in, feeling me up, and I turned to work on his dick, which grew with a nice curve upwards almost parallel to his belly, the kind of hard-on you find on teenagers. After my working his dick for a while, he took the next step...by asking me if I had a condom (!). I keep them, the ones the bathhouse provides, under the mattress. If I were into safe sex, I'd keep them out in plain view the way this very hot Irish looking big bootied bottom (he's gotta be about 6-2) always does...he was there already big ass in the air, condoms by his side...but this top was in my room and I'm not one to turn down a fuck, so I gave him the hoodie and he went to town on my ass, but he didn't come.
Within moments of his leaving, a built old/young daddy with a butch flattop came in, not that big a dick but with the most impressive set of nipples I've seen in a while...work my tits, he said, and I did, and this got him really going, so that he fucked me good and hard, bare, though the dick wasn't that impressive at first we got it up to a pretty decent size. But...Nips kept the door open the whole time...and naturally we attracted a crowd.
Another guy comes in, kinda German looking, he wouldn't fuck me but he did a good jackoff on himself...then shot his load on my ass. Nips is still fucking, but he pulled out, then smeared German's cum around my butt and pushed what he could up my ass, then Nips resumed fucking. He didn't cum. By now there was still another guy in the room...Nips leaves, and this guy, with his pencil dick shoves it in, bare. I'm still in doggystyle position, working pencil dick for all it's worth...it gets bigger, decent, shoots a load. Another guy has come in, feelin' me up, leaves.
Still another guy is there, I hadn't noticed him before, he gets in line and then fucks my ass, not all that great but nobody's complaining here. Another guy is there I notice, and he wastes no time plundering my butthole...I don't get a good look at him, but he's got the hardest cock, like a red hot poker stabbing my ass...he also likes to stick a finger up my ass right along his hot rod...it almost hurts, but I guess he doesn't want to cum, because he doesn't but he could have if he wanted.

Finally, a grizzled greying bear is there...there's such a crowd in the hallway spilling into the room, I'm not even bothering trying to keep up with who's who...I can tell only by their dicks. Grizzly Bear has the biggest dick of the day, and my guess, it's pharmaceutically enhanced because he's relentless...Grizzly is 50 if he's a day, and the best topman, though he doesn't make a deposit, he does deliver that great 'I'm so fucked!' sense of satisfaction.
When Grizzly leaves, everybody else leaves, and I decide it's time to rest, and close that door.
'Til next time...

Night of the Long Dongs

The best sex is the kind you want never to end...and that's what happened at my latest trip to the Berkeley Steamworks. I was there for only a few hours and I got fucked by only four tops, but it was extraordinary in that every one was massively hung, and I ended my stay there because I didn't want an average-sized dick to 'mess up' the beauty of the consistency...so though I didn't want it to end, I knew that it would and I ended it because I wanted to remember it as a really special experience. The first top that fucked me was a 20-something Black dude with his hair wrapped in a bandana, and he delivered a rough fuck that plumbed the depths of my fuckchute. He didn't cum but the workout was so invigorating I didn't give a shit. The next top was a preppy type who was into piss...first I got rammed good and hard, followed by a piss enema...it is a great feeling getting your ass filled by a man's hot piss, and more about this encounter in a separate posting...just think, fuck, piss, wet, messy. The third, also supremely endowed was a Latin type who gave me a good even drilling and got me to thinking...ah, three big ones in a row...this can't go on. The fourth fuck of the night was delivered by a White top in his twenties with a scimitar-curved dick that was almost touched his navel...the firmness, the curve, the beauty of this dick was something to savor, but he was a rough fucker also, and by now my ass had taken a lot of deep drilling...this guy hit my prostate with every trust and I have to admit, it was gettin' to me, hurtin'...I moved forward on the bed (I was in one of the really nice x-tra large rooms) hoping he would follow and fuck me on my belly, but he wanted to give it doggy style and kept pulling me back to the edge of the bed. Wham, wham, wham, and god it was hurtin' but I wasn't goin' to ruin it for him, I held on for as long as I could.
Four big-dicked tops, one right after the other, is more than any bottom could hope for. I didn't want just an OK-guy to finish it off for me, so I called it a night while I was still riding the rush.
More about the piss enema in the next post...if you never heard of a piss enema delivered in a private room in a bathhouse, neither had I. This should be handled with extreme care.

Bad Manners at the Baths Ends with Cummy Hole

Nevah in all mah born days have I experienced such bad manners at a bathhouse as I did on Memorial Day while at the Steamworks in Berkeley. Most outrageously, a skinny little thing in a suit (matching tanktop & brief) came into my room (one of the Super Slut Suites), put his bony elbows on his knees and stuck his face within a couple of inches of my own. Those fags that mess around with your lighting controls are bad enough, but this one was literally in your face. I reached out to grab this twit, meaning to pull him close so I could say to him, 'Come closer and get a real good look, you dumb cunt!' but he quickly skampered out, the little bitch. Later on, three frat boy types staggered in...I'd seen them around grabassin' mostly, but then the one wearing a baseball cap, asked, 'do you mind if we use your room?' I never answered...and I don't know what I would have said, 'yeah, if I can watch' is probably what I should have said. I didn't have time, as they all got busy, takin' turns slappin' my ass. I wasn't sure where this was goin' but after a few minutes, they left just as casually as they'd come in. Bad form, I thought.
Finally, an older type came in...follwed by a younger, lean built type. I thought they might be together, but no, they weren't a team, and the younger guy simply had barged in, no matter if some other top was in there already. Bad form, again, but lucky for me since what developed was a real three way, with my sucking off older top while the younger guy fucked my ass. His style was long dickin' and he worked over all the corners of my shitter, and then abruptly left. The older guy followed him out...not much ritual or posturing, but after all, this is the baths. I didn't think the fucker had cum, but I blew out a blob of Crisco (my new lube of choice, I just shove bits of it up my ass) coated with fresh cum. Yowza! The fucker had dumped a nice load up there. Immediately, I thought that I should share this cum with any and all interested, so I made my way to the playroom and got up on the fuckbench. On the fuckbench, I farted and squeezed out more cum, and felt it trickle out of my butthole...I continued to push out, and more trickled out, accompanied by sloppy, farting sounds. But I couldn't get anyone to fuck that cum-filled ass! I usually give the fuckbench 20 minutes or so, and if nothing happens, I move on. I moved on. I went back to my room, got fucked on my back by a fierce looking Asian guy...he looked like the badguys in an old wartime movie, with his bald had and glasses (!), grimacing, acting like he was cumming. He took off his condom and put it in the trash bag the Steamworks provides. After he left, I checked...a bogus orgasm, no cum there. My ass was still cummy though, this guy had just swished it around. I went back to the fuckbench, sucked off 5 or 6 guys and got felt up by another half dozen or so, but nobody got near that cumbucket asshole, and I was thinking that the cum would be drying out. Back at the room, I got plugged again by an older gent, bareback and he worked the cum around a bit, and finally a big daddy came in but we couldn't get his thick black mamba snake up and goin', so I went back to the fuckbench for a third go. I got felt up a couple of times before an anonymous fucker stuck his dick up there and gave me a decent ride...this was the sluttiest hookup of the session. No load, though, but talk about making that cumload last...too bad somebody didn't get it while it was fresh.

Steamworks All-Nighter

The good thing, about having friends in from out of town, is that you often get around to doing things you've been meaning to do, but for whatever reason, haven't. I mean, who ever heard of a San Franciscan who hasn't taken the tour of Alcatraz? Well, I haven't and I know of many other locals who haven't either. I need a friend who wants to go to Alcatraz and then I'll finally do it. Friends from SoCal came up for the Cockpit Party last Thursday night, and we all agreed to hit the Steamworks in Berkeley on Friday night, which we did. I've been to Steamworks many times and have blogged about my encounters there, but I'd never stayed later than 9 p.m. We checked in around 5 p.m., and it seemed slow for a Friday (the Steamworks has been pretty good for me, as far as daytime action is concerned), but while there was a drag for a while, overall it was busy enough, so we renewed our rooms...they had planned to do so anyway, and I eventually did so myself...I know, it was out of character...but that's the point: do something new or different and you'll surprise yourself. We checked out at 8 a.m., Saturday, and I drove us back into The City. The biggest surprise is that I wasn't the least bit tired...it didn't catch up with me until early Sat. evening. But here's how it went for my first All-Nighter ever.
Check in: 5 p.m.
#1 Over the Hill Surfer, 5:30 p.m., tall, slender, pretty much hairless on his body but he made up for it with a full head of blonde hair...nice man-face, good kisser, kinda affectionate...couldn't get it up...left at his discretion, and I told him I hoped he'd come back..more about him later.
#2 Samoan Top, 6:15 p.m., I don't know if this guy is Samoan or not...what the govt. probably says is that he's Pacific Islander. I know better: there are Polynesians, Melanesians, Micronesians and some subgroups which the white man bureaucrats simply lump in together as 'Pacific Islanders,'...I'd be annoyed, just as white man's nomenclature of 'Asian' pretty much lumps in 3/4 of humanity into one big group...Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, Vietnamese, Thais, etc. are all distinctive, too different to be dissed as 'Asian,' but by the same token, white man also uses the term 'Caucasian' for biological types native to Europe, North Africa and the Near East, as well as parts of the Eurasian land mass...how sillyass is that? But I digress: this top certainly looked Samoan to me: big, barrel chest, big arms, thick neck, small ass to push it in with, it was average-sized but torpedo-shaped...ST slammed my ass for a good 15 minutes, alas, wearing a condom. The last Samoan top I had buggered me butthole in Palm Springs and dumped a goodsized load. This guy didn't come; I checked his condom when he left. Nice guy, though.
From 7 p.m. to about 10 p.m., nothing happened!! I trolled the halls myself...not much goin' on anywheres.
#3 Politico, 10 p.m. I don't know if this guy is a politician or not, but he sure sounded like one: smooth talker, generous with the nice comments, flattering me with words about how handsome I am, what a nice ass I've got, etc. Politico (and God I really do wish he were a closeted office holder/high ranking bureaucrat...that would be so hot, and a first for me) fucked me good with a thick, fat dick...yowza...this was the best fuck of the night. Don't know if he came or not...handsome devil in sort of an Irish way, mature face, full head of hair, nice smile. I wonder if bottoms in Wash DC are getting fucked by closeted politicians, oh hot! Yowza!
#4 African Guy, 11:30 p.m. He wanted to cuddle, after he couldn't get it up. Breaking the stereotype, he was average sized. Completely hairless body, very sexy, nicely-shaped cock...I wish I could have had it.
#5 The return of the Surfer, 12:30 a.m.; they say they'll come back, but they rarely do. He did! I worked on his dick and it stayed spongy and floppy, then low and behold, he came on my belly. I wiped it up with hand and lubed my hole with it. It was the best I could do. This was a nice bod, nice to hold on to.
#6 Older White Guy 1:45 a.m....fucked me good with condom.
#7 At the fuck bench in the play area, got fucked by a top anonymously in the dark, never saw his face...reached down to feel his cock working my ass: condom! Shit, man! No load, withdrew after a few minutes.
#8 Stocky Latino, 3:00 a.m. On the surface, he's one of my types: stocky, muscular build, short dark hair, thick thighs. But then...a dick the size of a peanut with balls resembling a couple of very tiny walnuts. Ah shit! However, after working on his dick for a while, it got rock hard and Stocky Latino gave me a good hard fuck, he fucked with vigor and total domination...he was mostly on his knees as he fucked me on my back. Raw! Don't know for sure if he came or not, but by now my asshole's making those squishy sounds. After he left, I tried to push it out, whatever was up there...nothing came out so I guess it was just my buttjuices.
#9 Anonymous Top, 6:00 a.m. Back on the fuckbench, somebody fucked my ass bareback for a few minutes then withdrew. We had attracted a bit of a crowd, so I sucked everybody else, four or five guys, hoping one of them would finish the job. Not only did I fail in that, everybody left after I sucked him off. I cleared out the play area all by myself at 6:00 a.m.! How fucked is that?
#10 Inept Chinese Fucker, 7:30 a.m. Still on the fuckbench. This guy tried for 30 minutes to plug my hole with a droopy noodle. He seemed to think the problem was lube, he kept lubing himself up...that's why I call him inept...anybody could go soft, that's part of being male...but this guy wouldn't take the hint: I stopped cooperating after sucking him for 15 minutes or so (this whole exercise lasted about 45 minutes)...and then I kept moving up on the bench so that he couldn't reach my hole...then he'd try to pull me back. I'm not rude...and I'd never 'diss' anyone, but here, I had to pull myself off the bench and leave. It was almost 8 a.m., maybe he was just tired, played out, it happens.
On the balance, a very nice night...my pals also had a great time, and I think they'll be back. Thanks Steamworks for the spotless rooms, nice staff, great house music. I renewed my membership and hope to be back soon.

Bath House Roughfuckin'

It's Friday afternoon and I'm back at Steamworks thinkin' to hook up with guys on the down low. You never know how it's gonna go at a bathhouse, and today was no exception. And it didn't look very promising...not that busy, and...a lot of bottoms already there...a wide range of bottoms hungry for dick, for every taste. In the room next to mine there's a cute little Abercrombie & Fitch type slut (and later I'd see him in an A&F cobalt blue tee) putting up and out his best feature: a perfect bubble butt. There was a hot Jake Wetmore type, and a slightly round femmy type in a green bandana, and a guy I think I recognized from barebackrt, in one of the highly desirable 'SuperSlut' rooms on the main corridor leading back to the gymn and the gloryholes. There was enough to please any top and most versatiles.
But, hell, nobody was getting fucked! The best I could do was an okay fuck on the saddletramp in the gloryhole area, delivered by a short Asian guy wearing a rubber.
After a few hours...a lot of time was spent in my room vacuum pumping behind a closed door...I decided to call it a night. As I got to the checkout, there was a crowd of 4 or 5 black guys, don't know if they came together or just happened to come in at the same time. All were overweight; 2 were downright obese. Seeing all this for what it was: promising, with great potential...I went back to my room.
None of these black guys bothered to give me a look, as best as I could tell, but out of nowhere this white daddy comes him, sticks his long and slender dick in my face and gets the best blowjob I could muster...within seconds, this long rod is deep in my ass and this guy gives me a hard and rough plowing...maybe a good 15 minutes, a good loud fuck...he was just as noisy as I am, and I'm noisy with trash talk and my head thumping against the bathhouse wall. White Dad doesn't come, but quits and departs with a grunt. I just chilled, stretched out, savoring the fuck, my butt up in the air. Within minutes, another white dad is in, plugging my ass. This dick kept slipping out and was brutally stuffed back in, a man in control. Loud sex noises all along, just as before...then after a frenzied fuck of 15 minutes or so, he's outa there. He didn't come either. Moments later, as I left my room, I saw a line of 3 or 4 guys up against the wall, as if waiting to see who the trashy slut in Room 210 was. 30 minutes of hot bare fucking, 2 hot daddy tops...worth it! Never saw any of the black guys, finally left feelin' good.

Steamworks Cumdump

Since I found myself in Berkeley last Sunday, I just had to drop into the Steamworks for a relaxing couple of hours before heading out to the Central Valley for a family Sunday supper. Arriving around 2, fairly early, I thought it would get me a good choice of rooms, but all they had was the extra large 'super slut' room with the oversized metal frame four poster bed and optional sling...mirrors on two walls...located on the main aisle...at a whopping $55. Well, I was already there...and though I had expected to fork over a Jackson and get a standard room, it was time for plastic...that really messes up my budget, so I won't be buying Dick Wadd's 'Niggas' Revenge 2' or Sean Storm's 'Cum Greedy Fuckholes.' Well, it's all about priorities, you know.
I adjusted the lighting and got a pretty good effect...I came pretty close to looking like Dawson at his peak, which to my mind, was when he made 'UK Butt Bangers.' I gave myself 2 hours, that means $27.50 per hour...well, that's still better than a cheap hotel.
#1 Chubby Daddy
I'm not a discriminating bottom when it comes to putting it all out in a bathhouse. #1 was horribly out of shape with a big belly that folded over...well, and I'll be nice...the smallest dick I've seen in a while, and it looked even smaller due to the rolls of fat folding forward. But you never know, so I sucked on that mini-dick but wasn't able to get much of a rise. I'm a nice guy: I told chubby dad that he should come back later, maybe...but he never did...never saw him again.
#2 Crix Belly
This was a middle-aged dad with a crix belly that I hung on to while he fucked my ass...I was on my back taking his average-sized dick after sucking on it for a while until it about doubled in size. But dad's dick kept slipping out, so I thought it was me and maybe I shouldn't move so much...but it turned out to be dad's fuckstyle...withdrawing and then thrusting with quick, short jabs...Crix Belly finally shot a load up my ass and with great gusto. For those who don't know: a Crix (from Crixivan, an HIV med)belly is hard, not flabby, as if there were a basketball in there. I say this, eventhough I don't know anybody who takes Crixivan anymore.
#3 Mohawk Art Punk
This was a slender, short arty type with a blonde mohawk to contrast his darker hair everywhere else. Another average-sized dick that plumbed my innards nicely until he filled his condom. Neat freak: he slipped the condom off and tucked it into the small plastic bag the Steamworks provides. I would later take this trash bag home, snip off the condom's head and add that cum to my frozen cum collection.
#4 Latino Daddy
One of the reasons I like Steamworks is that there are always a lot of Latinos there. Latino dad didn't bother with a condom (among Latinos I've had, I'd say it was 50-50 regarding condom use...kinda scary since most Latinos are married even if they get all their sex in bathhouses) and fucked me well with another average-sized dick. A noisy load blast, by the way.
#5 Salt and Pepper Dad
This dad was truly grateful for the chance to fuck my ass and dump his cum deep into my guts. By the this time, I'm hearing sloppy sounds coming with each thrust of his dick, also average-sized. I should have shoved that condom up my ass...that would have been hot. S&P dad was really enthusiastic and dare I say, grateful, like he hadn't cum in weeks. He gave me an appreciative hug.
#6 Athlete
Here was a well-built lean type who fucked me bareback for a good 15 minutes and in just about every position. This was a neat, efficient, energized fucking with a big dick. More squishy sounds, and now my ass is beginning to feel 'full.' Hell yeah.
#7 Tom Shannon look-a-like
This was not the superb Mr. Shannon, but when we looked at each other face to face, I saw Tom Shannon. And he fucked like Tom Shannon, forcefully, with vigor and control and eager to try every position, including a reverse fuck. Not to mention his well-sized appendage. TS came loud and strong. Finally, I got up off the bed and stood by door.
'You want me to leave? Are we finished?'
'Well...do you?'
'Hell, I'm Italian. I can give it up forever.
'Well, I'm Italian, too (a lie), and whatever you can give, I can take!'
Round 2 followed with some more esoteric positions, like with me hanging on to the bedframe. A lot of stand-up fucking. TS didn't come a second time, as far as I could tell. A memorable fuck from a nice guy.
I would have liked to test myself longer...I still had about 6 hours left, but I had to get on the road. Not bad for a couple of hours, as close to a cum dump as I would get for a Sunday afternoon.

Just Another Hot Bottom Among Many Others

It was Friday night at the Steamworks and it was surprisingly quiet...ah, how I long for the old days when one had to push his way through the crowded corridors of a favorite bathhouse, but I digress...there are only about 6 or 7 doors open and those rooms are occupied by bottoms, and another thing...they are all hot bottoms, one particular tattoo'ed number and another is a downright muscle bottom, and yet another is what the late, great Boyd McDonald used to call a 'young collegiate,' nice-looking, butt up and ready for all cummers. Too much competition...I'll never get laid, that's what I thought. But before long, I welcomed the first hook-up, a slender older guy (balding, anyway...although his body was fairly intact) with a slender dick...but he was more interested in sucking mine...mine was limp, not much more than a stubby thick stump, but he nibbled on it for a good 30 minutes...and oh yeah, he fucked me while wearing a condom, although that rod never really got rock hard. It looked big enough but truth to tell, I never felt it. An hour passed. I hit the playrooms, mostly looky-loo's and guys into gloryholes, not my scene. Back in my room, a tall type with curly dark hair, a real Goliath, stood at the door, and gradually edged himself in.
'Ya got poppers?' Indeed I did...I had Fist, highly recommended by porn god Jerek and purchased on the internet. This top, fueled by Fist, plowed my ass deeply and thoroughly, with my head banging against the wall such that I had to place the pillow against the wall to keep from getting a broken neck. This fucking went on for a good ten minutes, and then ended abruptly. It was a fair fuck...and I felt lucky to have been fucked at all, since there were all those other hot bottoms out there, most of them...maybe all of them...younger than I.
I hit the playroom again, spent some time in the sling, and some time on the fuckbench...but nobody was interested. After 30 minutes, I was pretty sure that everybody at the Steamworks that night had seen me, so I went back to my room. After about 15 minutes on my belly, arching my back provocatively...it was Goliath, back for round two. Goliath fucked me good and hard...it seemed that he was good for a vigorous ten minutes or so, and abruptly he stopped and vacated, just as before. Ah, I really felt lucky...after all it didn't look all that promising when I had first arrived, and I had gotten a couple of good fucks in the course of a couple of hours. I stood up and felt filled up...could it be? Had Goliath shot his wad? I've written before that I usually I can't tell. I squatted on the floor and cupped my palm under my butthole and pushed out what turned out to be a decent load...a little bit of Goliath. Well, I really was a lucky man. As I left, I made one last round of the rooms and saw very little going on...it was getting attractively late and there still weren't many guys there...even most of the bottoms had bailed. Yeah, a lucky man indeed.

Lights Out at the Steamworks

I'd been meaning to hit the Lights Out Thursday at the Steamworks in Berkeley for some time now, and finally, it worked out. First thing, it didn't seem that much darker than usual...maybe the corridors were not lighted, but the lighting in the rooms can be adjusted as usual. I got there a bit early, 4:30 or so, but I know from experience there's a crowd that wants to meet up between 3 and 7, then there's a lull until about 9 when it picks up again.
My first fuck was from a Filipino who used a condom (the message is getting out...it's the men of color who are using condoms and the white guys who aren't...as a rule, from my personal experience) to deliver a good, adequate, honest fuck...no tricks, no dirty talk, no orgasm...just a good workout. OK. Within minutes of his departure, a bald meaty white guy came in and plowed my ass bareback. This was a nice athletic vigorous fucking concluding with a blast up my butt. Some dirty talk, and like a good top, he grabbed my ass and took control. The good bottom stays put, and I took easily his 7 or so inches. Finally...and all this happened within an hour...a middle-aged Latino guy came in and fucked me with a condom...his was the fattest, biggest dick of the evening but it was also only an okay fuck...maybe it was late for him, maybe I wasn't his type, whatever, but it was nice having that fatdick up there. No loads. Size matters only most of the time.
Then I did something I've never done before. After checking out the remodeled gloryhole area, I saw a fuck saddle and got myself up there, butt up, head up, ready. Within a matter of 20 minutes, I was fucked by three guys, 2 bareback...I usually reach under to feel a dick gripped by my asslips...that's how I know one guy was wearing a condom (I kept hoping it would slip off) but he handled me so smoothly he must have been in the gloryhole section with a condom on, but that doesn't make sense. Whatever. No loads, but I'm a convert...the fuck bench worked really well on this outing, and I'll plan to spend more time there next time.