Spring of 2005, I hit a horse. I was taking some furniture to TN. for a fat slob, ex- friend. It was late at night and I couldn’t see because this was VERY rural and no lighting. Suddenly there were 2 horses in the road; one managed to get out of my way...the other...well....didn’t make it. Long story short, the horse survived but my beloved pink and black S-10 didn’t. So now I am looking for a car, and found one. My cousin in Dayton had a friend selling a car. It was in great shape, low mileage and within what the insurance was giving me for my poor dead S-10. So I go to Dayton and make the deal, yet another former friend, known here as “W”, in tow, as he knows cars (Sadly, this is about all the good I am able to say about him...but I digress). I met with the seller drove the car closed the deal and transferred it into my name. During this entire process, approximately 2-3 hours, “W” is screaming “Bath House this...” and “Bath House that...” finally deciding FOR ME that I AM going to the baths. I must admit it DID sound like fun, and I had never been to one, so I agreed. We stopped off at “W’s” place to grab the necessities and a change of clothes, and off to FLEX we went, “W” driving. Big mistake. “W” is a notorious hypochondriac. Between bouts of “Bath House this & that...” he’s complaining about his non-existent MS and how his “arm has hurt non-stop for days” blah blah blah...I just ignore it. Sometimes when you are friends you learn to ignore these flaws...of course that was THEN...
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Now I realize I stated in a post earlier that my first bath house was Club Columbus, but that isn’t correct. After reminiscing about the events, he took me to Flex first. Later on in the evening we went to Club Columbus…So we start down the street to Flex, and I am instantly frightened. The pictures that are shown here look fairly “safe” & benign, but this neighborhood…even in broad daylight is very un nerving. This is a neighborhood of crack houses, drug dealers and haggard prostitutes on every corner. I knew we were going to be murdered…just knew it! I warned “W” that if we were at a stoplight, and someone moved towards the car, he would be running the light…He didn’t argue the point. We arrived at 1567 Livingston Ave. about 9: PM that evening, shockingly enough safely. We gathered our necessities, locked the truck and went in. the main entrance is a small cube with a locked door and a cashiers window. I let “W” do all the talking as I had never been in such a place… “W” checked himself in and told me what to say; I was to “ask for a regular room for 8 hours”. So I did and paid my $28, got the key to my “room”, my obligatory white towel, and the clerk/cashier/whatever buzzed me in. I opened the door. “W” was waiting for me on the other side.
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The door opened into a “Gym” setting, though most of the equipment looked brand new and had a fairly thick coat of dust on it (Imagine that…). “W” led me past a Concessions area to a series of staircases. At the bottom of the staircase was a door leading out to the smoking patio. "W" was praying I didn't see this as I am a smoker, however what he didn't realize is that very little time would be spent out there. We ascended to the 2nd floor. There we walked down hallways lined with doors to the “rooms” winding around the floor…all painted black. House/Techno/Club music blaring and moans and grunts of pleasure from guys in ecstasy in their own “rooms” doing whatever or WHOever…I noticed some of the doors open as I walked. Guys lying on the little make-shift twin beds naked…some lying on their backs playing with their dicks; some lying face down with a pillow or 2 under their crotches to raise their asses a bit so anyone could come in dump a load and leave. I was a bit nervous but I knew this was gonna be fun! I got to my room; roughly 8X6 cube…twin-type bed built onto the wall. A plastic covered mattress, like one would put in a crib or as a first mattress for a child. A half-dozen or so “Joe Lube” rubbers strewn on a makeshift 'nightstand'. I stripped, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to meet “W”.
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Now I get the .50¢ tour. “W” takes me to the showers, and the steam room next to it. Then next to that is the “Glory hole” room. The room is extremely dimly lit with black lights, with a huge plywood box in the center, and “Glory-hole” booths lining the walls. Everything was painted black and there was a thick perforated black rubber pad going from wall to wall on the floor. One end of the giant box was completely open and a guy could crawl in and service anyone who walked up and stuck their hard dick through the holes strategically cut in the sides. There was also a hole cut in the top of this box, I assume for a guy to lie down and stick his hard cock thru to be sucked by whoever is in the box below. This was absolute cocksucker heaven! I knew I would be spending some time in this room…
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We then left the “Glory Hole room” and walked down the hall to where the lockers are. Apparently one can come n and just get a locker as well. We then walked to another room with bunk beds in it…Bunk Beds??? Here? Strange I thought…as we passed, there were 2 guys between 2 sets of bunk beds. One was assaulting the others hot hole, while in one of the bunk beds nearby a naked guy was sleeping…I could only imagine the had to be either completely exhausted or stoned to sleep with the music and the fucking going on…
We then walked down a shot hallway to an amphitheater. There was very large flat screen TV playing gay porn and a few guys sitting on the risers of the amphitheater, as well as a couple fucking… We proceeded on down yet another short hall past the rooms and back down the staircase to the main floor, then on to the basement. Passing through a curtain of chains, and much to my surprise, there was a fully equipped dungeon. A huge “X” rack; a cage topped with a leather pad; the obligatory sling; and chains everywhere. Now I had seen pictures of this in magazines and a few videos but NEVER in real life. My nervousness…which had mostly gone away by this time had returned. I didn’t know about all this now…We started back to the staircase, and I noticed that under the step risers was yet another of the little mattresses and yet another naked guy sleeping…WOW what a place!!!
At this point the tour is over. "W" & I separate and go off to have fun. the bulk of this time spent at FLEX is very blurry in my mind, as I was in total “Kid-in-a-Candy Store” mode. I was in sex-heaven! I beeline for the "Glory hole" room. I proceeded to fellate several nice penises, none to completion. I began to roam the hallways picking out a hole to ravage. there were several candidates and I chose one, entered his “room”, mounted and deposited a load. Whispering a low “thanks” I left the room. I went and showered and went back to the "Glory hole" room. Occasionally I would go down to the “Dungeon” to see what was going on there. this particular evening no one was taking advantage of its “charms”. I did eventually make it to the smoking patio, and briefly chatted with some really nice guys as I fed my nicotine habit.
My total count for that evening was 3 loads in holes; 2 loads taken orally; was sucked by a couple of guys, one thinking this would mean “Always & Forever”…ummm no. He was a nice bear of a man, handsome enough with a wonderful furry chest but I had no intentions of settling down with anyone at the time. I was having the time of my life! About 3:A.M. or so, “W” decides we need to go to Club Columbus….Let the horrors and pretention begin….
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