His cum is still warm on my arm and thigh as I type this recount of tonight’s activities, so the story is fresh in mind and will be shared as precisely as it played out.
I have been in some business meetings in Milwaukee during the week, so when I made flight plans, I intentionally chose to fly into Chicago and rent a car. It was easy to make the business case, as the flight was nearly half price vs flying into MKE. But there was some selfishness in the decision also. Why would a country boy from Montana subject himself to Chicago traffic on purpose? Because of Boystown and all the fun to be had in the North Halstead part of town, and mostly because of SteamWorks! I had recently been to this gay bathhouse and it was one of the hottest and most erotic experiences of my life at that point, but that’s a story for later.
I have been single and mostly celibate for the past couple months. I ended a relationship with a boy half my age due to some emotional challenges that popped up several times in the year we had been together. That was a difficult decision because we really liked…nay, loved each other. And he was a great fuck and was super submissive to me when I wanted to take him down to my dungeon and have my way with him in some very kinky ways. Still, we both agreed we each had things to work out on our own, so we determined to take a break.
I’ve had several subs in the dungeon since our break up, but I didn’t fuck any of them. In fact, part of my soul-searching since we parted ways landed me on a decision to quit messing with young guys. I have always had a terrible weakness for young, smooth boys. Anywhere from eighteen to thirty years old has been my sweet spot, which is probably a tad old for a sixty-year-old dude like me, but too often they lack maturity and experience, leading to some serious interpersonal challenges. I knew there would be guys closer to my age at the bathhouse, so my goal was to seek them out and find one to at least play with – hopefully he would blow me and even better if he’d let me fuck him.
Staying at a hotel near O’Hare International, I have to travel a ways to get to Boystown. It isn’t really that far, but still takes nearly an hour until the traffic dies down late on Friday evening. I waited until after 8 pm in hopes that the traffic would not be bad, but it was still pretty heavy. When I got close, I saw that the area was jam-packed with people partying and there were long lines out of most of the bars and nightclubs in the neighborhood. A parking space was not to be found anywhere within reasonable walking distance, so I opted to find a gay bar closer to downtown to hang out for a while. I ended up hopping between three bars for a few hours, just enjoying the openness and freedom of expression, which is so different from my home community in Montana. A little after 11 pm, I again drove back to Boystown and this time was able to find a place to park that was not too far from SteamWorks.
I walked four or five blocks to this very understated venue and got checked in. After storing my clothes in a locker and donning only a towel, I first went to the hot tub. I was planning to just chill there for a bit and take in the traffic of men who wander to and fro nearby, but it was too full of guys who were basically using the tub as a cruising location. Oddly enough, there were not any couples hooked up in the hot tub at the time, only single guys posted throughout the pool. Instead of using the hot tub, I ducked into one of the several showers and took a quick wash to get freshened up.
As I left the shower, I wandered through the steam room and there were several couples hooked up there, all involved in oral sex or just making out. I cannot take the heat in there for long, so quickly found the exit and went up the second level. On this level there are a lot of small rooms that guys can rent – these consist of a cot-sized bed, a small nightstand, and very little walking room. The whole point is sex, so not much real estate is needed beyond that.
There were several guys laying on their beds in what most would consider to be face-down/ass-up positions. After perusing the boys and men showing off their wares, I went back to the body I felt was the hottest and just caressed his dark, toned, and sexy body for a few minutes. I teased his dick and massaged his crack, but then reminded myself that this guy was not in the age range I wanted to be with tonight. So, after a few more caresses, I departed and continued to check out the action.
There are a couple areas of glory hole cubicles, a sex swing, and a fucking bench on this level also. There was a young guy getting fucked on the swing, a hot Hispanic man getting his ass eaten on the bench, and several guys getting blown in and around the glory holes. One section where there are a few padded benches in an L-shape configuration had seven guys giving each other hand jobs while two guys on their knees were vying to provide some oral service at the same time. I was getting pretty turned on at this point and was also happy to see that there were a lot of guys in their forties and older in the building.
Finally, I made my way to what is known as the “Blow Hole.” This is an area that has two levels, a lower one for the guys who want to give a blow job and the upper deck for guys like me who want to be serviced. This is really a cool room because unlike glory holes, there are not any dividers and everyone can see everything going on in the room. And the guys doing the sucking can do so standing and not have to be on their knees the whole time, although now and then I have seen some guys come to the upper level and service guys from their knees. It is really an “anything goes” spot where sucking, fucking, and making out can all be going on at the same time.
I found a spot on the upper deck where I could take in what else was happening. Now there were three guys getting blown and three or four other guys on the lower deck waiting to find someone to blow. I was stroking my semi-hard cock through the towel wrapped around my waist when I locked eyes with a blonde guy who I guessed to be around forty years old. He sauntered over towards my position and again locked eye contact with me. Having rarely been with a guy his age, I was assessing him and convincing myself that I could indeed be turned on by him. It helped that his body was smooth and he was in pretty good shape, although not a gym rat.
He reached up with his left hand and I grasped it with my right. As his eyes continued to stare at mine, his right hand started caressing my ass through the towel. Slowly, his hand moved to my front and he massaged my growing cock lightly. I let go of his left hand and reached down to remove the towel from my waist and he immediately greeted my extended cock with his warm, moist mouth.