CLUB BATHS 18
No signs of ANY kind up, so I guess they even still have rooms. Since I'd showered before, I go straight upstairs (forgetting to lock my locker, so he says) to the maze and stand in the brightest area hoping to get someone. Finally move to the side, listening to the laughing of the muscled guy from "Let My People Come" and his cohort as they camp up a storm about the cock suckers and the guys that grab them (though by the end of the evening they were SURELY looking for someone to grab them). Do someone with a nice body, and then an older fellow is waiting right there, so I decide to do him, too, but then it gets too crowded and I decide to try some other place. Just out the door there's the VERY tall, nicely built fellow with a shock of VERY light blond or gray hair, and I start necking with him, very nice, and end up doing his long cock in the hallway, liking the feel of his body. Then into the old area to find the old orgy room completely dark and dreadful, look around the rooms to find no one, then down to shower and find GREAT action in the cooler room, but then lots of muscles move inside, and I go in to lose them, then out to see a cutie jerking off in the corner, so I go over to him, he doesn't want to neck (almost no one this evening wants to neck), so I go down on him and he comes up hardest VERY fast and comes quite quickly. Then wait for awhile until I get overheated and out to see some FABULOUS bodies in the shower, and up into the maze to lose them again. Have a couple more people, but I honestly can't remember the details of them. Remember the pair affectionately rubbing and talking in the center, the hostile looks of the thick-muscled one looking to be looked at, the parade of nice people that pass that lose themselves in the darkest corner, meeting Bob at 12:30 and he says he'll be around, but at 1 he's not there anymore. Try to do someone lying on a small cot outside the maze, but he doesn't really come up, so I leave him finally. Try a couple of muscled ones but they squeeze my hand and gently push me away. Try JUST ABOUT as many as I get, so I'm being more pushy, which is good, but I can't honestly remember how many I did, and that's one of the worst observations I've ever had to make about myself in connection with my going to the gay baths! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/5/75).
TSI-DUN AT A.'S AND G.'S
They have bookshelf-like holders for the clothing, a SONY sign changing colors high up on the wall, and a spacious apartment with black-painted poor-loft floors that feel they're about to leave splinters. There's a crowd sitting in the living room waiting for things to get started, and I pass by the two bedrooms on my way to the kitchen for a tiny beer, good idea, and delighted to see the spread of rye and cheese, pretzel rings, peanuts, and Fritos on the table. Then smoke, sharing it with Heidner, who says he's delighted to see me, and then into the bedroom to see a tall person sitting on a box in the corner. Start feeling his arms and his leg, then reach to his crotch and feel a large cylinder of hardening flesh, and I try to neck, but when he doesn't want to, I just go down on him and he starts getting so hard and expanding so large that I can feel my teeth chewing into the sides of his cock no matter what angle I get it at. Then he starts sucking on someone else, so I can just work on his tip, and we play back and forth for awhile, he stopping me, until I take him to completion, and it's copious and exciting, but he doesn't reach for me at all. Then I try some other places, playing with poppered-blonds until we both can't come up and move along. Mustached fellow with big cock doesn't get me excited; and then Michael comes in, borrows $2 from me, Bob and I share a pipe, and I get back in to watch the line of fist-fuckers under the red light, almost putting on a show, and then into the darkroom with the beautiful-eyebrowed one with a nice body and a nice cock, except that he keeps wanting to fuck me. I try to hold him off, but it just doesn't work, and finally we part, too. Bill G. tries fucking my face with his extraordinary cock, but it just doesn't work: I simply can't take THAT much. On the way out, say goodnight to the cuter, titted host, and our kisses almost end up good enough to continue. But I leave, saying I'll see him at the next do, and then Michael says that he and a few others stayed with the more active hosts, and he looked at the clock only when he got to bed, and it was 5:30. Bob insisted on eating, so we walked to the Corner House on 7th and 14th and he loaned me $2.65 for a western omelet and hot chocolate; he had hamburger. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/11/75).
WALL STREET SAUNA 3
There are awful people wandering around as I undress, and then up to the orgy room to find it even darker than usual, and people reach out for me whom I can't see and can't care for, so after a bit I decide to stand in the doorway of one of the rooms. Cruise a bearded fellow with a nice body over a pot, but a more normal looking person keeps looking and looking at me, and finally comes over, so I feel him up, and he's got a nice cock, and I play and play with him, going down on the floor to neck and pet (on the mattress, rather), and finally he comes with such pleasure that I keep necking with him. He really does want me to come, and I play with him and he's back up immediately, so I come up again, feeling quite good, knowing that I haven't come in a couple of days, but it just doesn't work with his mouth, and he refuses to use his hands to any great extent, so finally I just take myself in hand and work and work and work, until when I finally come he won't even have any part of it, just looking on as I spray all my body with my own come, and we neck for a bit longer, I try to do him again, but we've lost the touch and he leaves. I stand around feeling a bit dazed and disgusted with myself for having to strain so much for an orgasm, and then down to the lounge to look through an After Dark, but everyone there is so ugly that I go upstairs again. There's a huge-chested fellow with a well preserved face, but he's so ARTIFICIAL that I can't get interested in him. Then there's a blond talking with the fellow I think I had, and he's saying "Why did I come here?" Obviously meaning that there's no one he's interested in. But then, standing by my doorway, he comes past, feels me up, and comes inside where I sense that he grows into a marvelous cock, kisses nicely, but he keeps after the ass, lays me down and plays, but keeps after the ass, and then he's straddling me with my legs around my ears and he tries to enter, but I come down, saying he just CAN'T, and we neck a bit and he leaves. Finally the beard that I've cruised comes in, but he, too, reaches for my ass, and though I try to neck and suck to his pleasure, he won't be daunted, so he moves off, too, and then at 6:45 I look around and find no one else that I'd like to have, so I get dressed and leave, AGAIN cruising the elevator boy! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/12/75).
CLUB BATHS 19
First time since February 3rd, over three months ago, and the one before THAT was November 18th, a bit LESS than three months ago. They've opened still ANOTHER section, out beyond the back, through a "grassy meadow with birds singing in the trees" that feels like it's rather nice, and down to a whole new set of lockers and rooms in the basement. Wander and find no one in the rooms, try the lit orgy room and get tied up with a TALL BLOND number with a small cock who likes getting fucked, and I suck and suck until my jaw is sore and he's only merely gotten HARD, and it's the end. Look a bit at the activities, push a lot of people away, and decide I need a shower. Some dolls getting washed, into the steam room to find nothing, then upstairs to stand in the light, having some of the nicer ones look at me, but nothing is DOING, so I'm across to the old, dark orgy room, on the side, and they're smoking grass quite openly all around, but I don't have the courage to ask for a toke from the black who stands provocatively across from me. Finally a young-looking kid seems to look at me enough to get me to move toward him, and his cock comes up very nicely, and I start sucking and sucking and wanting him to go to the bed, but he says it's dirty, so we stand and neck, which he doesn't do very well, and caress, which he does just fine, and then says we can go to the bed. Into 69, and I'm pretty well up until he comes, and he gives me the old "You made me do that" line. He's from PR, works with an airline, has come up to sublet his apartment, and can't wait to get back to PR. We cuddle and chat, but I figure he's fatter than I thought, so when he goes for a shower I go the other way, and later think I see him and we both sort of smile. Then upstairs, thinking I've got the "beatific" look that attracts everyone to me, but though people look with approval, I can't get the REAL dolls to do anything with me, and finally I just get disgusted enough to realize that with THIS frame of mind I'm not going to get anything nice, so I'm down, Arnie's watching TV, and we leave at 12:45 where we'd planned to leave at 1. I'd cut my fingers from the keys when I was showering, and I'm SO conscious that I should get a BLOOD TEST! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 5/12/75).
CLUB BATHS 20
It seems very crowded, all the rooms are taken though few are open for cruising, and the best one, at the foot of the stairs, seems to have someone so beautiful inside that great beauties are posing OUTSIDE, flexing abdominals and showing blond cocks, without being accepted. The maze has become almost totally dark, making it bump-into time to get to the pink island in the middle. I stand for about an hour just inside the dark orgy room in the old section, and there aren't too many cuties passing, and then I'm looking at a tall dark number with a nice body, and finally I reach for him and he responds, and he's got a NICE hard thick veined cock that he wants to fuck with, but when I start necking and feeling up his humpy body, he's content for my hands and mouth, and he comes marvelously, with distinct pumps of fluid that go on and on, and his hands are marvelously affectionate and his body very huggable, though he's not fondest of kissing. We stay together for me to get hard again, and we start jerking each other off, but others are putting in hands that turn him off. I try doing him again, but though he's marvelous fun to play with, he doesn't come, and says he has to go. Nice encounter. Cruise around the rooms again, and there are a few TRULY beautiful numbers: the tall wide-shouldered narrow-hipped one who KNOWS he looks good and poses while drying himself from the shower, creating a traffic jam outside the shower room with everyone staring. Then there's a classically cute blond, tanned, with a nice body, who seems to look at NO ONE as he passes, so conscious of his desirability is he. Then there's a bright-eyed fellow with strange flat pectorals with nipples situating in the MIDDLE, which makes him look like some sort of drawing come true, very sexy. There are other beauties, too, and not enough LIGHT areas to be able to appreciate them in. The steam room and anteroom seem not very busy, some nice cocks in the shower, some nice wanderers, but I'm not turned on enough to smoke the two joints that I rolled for the evening, and Arnie and Bill are sitting in the TV lounge at 12:55, the fellow whom Arnie met didn't come back, and we left, poor Arnie being denied the meal in Chinatown that he wants so badly, and THREE of us were $4 apiece, with the fellow standing outside to ensure there are no "instant buddies" to share a single locker. Still a good rate. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 5/24/75).
CLUB BATHS 21
First time there since May 23, almost FIVE months! Nice people around at 11:10 when we sign in; Art gets a half-length, I get a mini-locker, and show him up to the maze and orgy room and then he's off on his own. I go shower, finding no one in the steam room for fun, wander around the rooms to find no one, then up to the dark orgy room to stand for a long time and see not many attractive people. Then through the maze and sit on the edge of the bed for a long time, sucking on a few cocks, but most of them seem to have come two or three times already, so they're not too hard and they don't come. Get very sweaty sucking away on one guy, pushing people away who are after me, and then down for another shower and see a lot of GREAT bodies in the shower and steam room, but there's a lot of looking, and it's the "penny candy" syndrome all over again: there are only a limited number of drops of come for this evening, and there are so many groovy guys that you look for a long time to make sure you leave yours with a GREAT person. So there's lots of looking and wandering, but not THAT much action. Everyone seems to be keeping track of the best. Back to the bed and sit for a long time again, but all the bodies seem to run in two directions: every nice body has something wrong with it, and they don't really come up to the standards of the beauties in Colt---as few DO; and then ALL the bodies are nice, but it's impossible to CHOOSE among them, so nothing's done anyway. Sit and look and look, and get more and more strung out without smoking or drinking. Wander the rooms again, and debate a few, but don't go in. Stand outside the orgy room, posing, and a darkly tanned older beauty passes and says "How's it going?" and I reply too quickly, "Fine, and you?" "OK," he says, and I never see him again. WHY couldn't I have gone after him? It occurs to me that this is my first time back in SO long that I'm "getting used" to the place again, but my BEARD is also in the way, and I almost debate cutting it off, but then realized it's more ME than it is my BEARD that's keeping me away from people. Sit in a chair and watch passersby, try another cock, and then decide I'm getting NOWHERE and leave at 4:15, disgusted with myself, even debating whether to give up sex COMPLETELY: go Brahmacharya? (see DIARY 10134) (RETURN TO JOURNALS 10/21/75).
LAST NIGHT AT WALL STREET SAUNA
The title could have many meanings: it WAS last night, since it was Saturday and this is Sunday; it's my last night THERE; and it could very well be THEIR last night, since big black Jesse said that business has been awful since he's been there, and the slide projector symbolically went off just before I left. In at 10:30 and look into the lounge to see ONE pretty face, then upstairs and find AWFUL people on the beds, but the pretty face is lounging about, I leave and pause by a side room, and he practically pushes me into it, his hard cock demanding, and as I get into him, his soft body isn't as bad as I'd feared, and he's close to coming, so I have fun teasing him, and he enjoys fisting with me, so I'm having fun, and then he comes with GREAT groans and spasms and after-come tenderness and sensitivity, and then we cuddle and kiss awkwardly, and he says that he knows only one person in Brooklyn Heights, but that's Peter Ream! He seems to want to talk more, but he says he'll let me go, and I look for someone else and there ISN'T anyone else. Sit and watch the slides through a cycle (just before they go off), and some are pretty good, but WHY the abstracts? Chat with Jesse and have a second tiny beer, then into the lounge to glance through Mandate and After Dark and Your Body's Health and Holding Hands and Michael's Thing and other junk until Michael comes down, but then a rather good looking blond comes in and I follow him upstairs, into the orgy room where two of the remaining eight are going at it, and reach for him but he grips my arm and pushes it aside, saying "Excuse me," and leaves, so I'm back to wait for Michael, Ed leaves, and he's prettier with clothes ON, saying that "I've had the best, so I might as well leave," and then I help with the flashlight with the not-repaired projector, dress when Michael says he's too tired to go up to watch the sex scenes at the Anvil, and I'm down in the elevator (no, not that way) with a straight guy who read about it in Screw and didn't seem to think that it'd said "for men only." Even with the half-price tickets and free beer (available only at the desk, so it appears they might be counting), there were only about 10 in total there, so that's HARDLY anything to hope for better on a Saturday night. So much for THAT bath! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 11/9/75).
CLUB BATHS 22
Someone who looked like Dean Tait just leaves, along with a couple of REAL handsome fellows, as we enter at 10:20, and I'm discouraged, thinking we've missed the best part of it. But there are nice people on the stairs as we get down to the lockers, me taking the big one because I have the umbrella, and I peek into the side shower to find the two stalls taken, and down to the carousel to shower, back to put in contacts, and then up around the rooms, most of them closed, only a few possibilities, and up to the "bunkhouse," which is a good name for the darkened area which used to be the only orgy area. Note that lots of the side beds are empty. But it's not very busy, there aren't very many neat people, and the good looking ones just fly through pursued by lots of uglies, so I decide it's not HERE, and go around to the maze. HERE there are nice people, and I go inside to be the only one sitting on the mattress, and people stand around and I find no one that I like, but someone nearby with glasses prompts me to think "Well, he DOES have a decent body, he seems to be hard, so why NOT try it?" and I reach out to him, he starts caressing my head, and he's stubby and quite up, and I work away on him for just a bit and he comes, groaning to publicize my technique, and then slides away with a pat on the shoulders, and then there's someone ELSE groovier standing there, young and nice chest, so I play around with him, running my hands up and down, enjoying his body and cock, playing with him, and he's quite hard, getting harder, balls tight, and I feel just delighted with the sensations. He's reaching down to me, and there's a bit of play, but then he stands and strains, wanting to come, and I let him give me it, and he does, gout after gout, and my jaws are beginning to ache, but when he leaves there's a short beautiful Italian with a BEAUTIFUL up-standing cock, and I'm right down on THAT, running my tongue back and forth, stopping him when he wants to thrust down my throat, and I enjoy doing HIM, too, and then there's a DOLL of a tanned young blond with a nice body but a SOFT cock who keeps looking at me, and I get to him as he RAMS into me, and I essentially make a tourniquet with my fingers to arrest the blood there, and when he's hard HE begins enjoying it, running his hands up and down my back, which is now sweating with the heat, and others are reaching for me and even sucking on me, but I push them away and they leave. His body is great, and I play with it and play with it, and then HE comes and I'm feeling rather tired, but there's a GORGEOUS guy standing there, so I go to work on HIS BIG cock, and it's been lacerated and he's eager to come, but I get him to the peak and then stop, play with it, suck on it, play with it, delay him, but sadly when I WANT him to come he can't, so I really work up a sweat trying to get him back up, thinking I may have to quit because my jaws are completely worn out, my lips feel abraded, and I can feel the tiny slips of skin that my teeth are wearing off HIS cock, but he keeps on, trying to get it, body flexing (oh, ONE of those fellows seemed to have been getting fucked at the same time, too, which I didn't care for, and others wanted me to PRESS up on their prostate, which I obliged them in, but I didn't go so far as to finger-fuck any of them, which some of them wanted), and then he SHOT such a great amount that I was flabbergasted, obviously the first time he'd come, and then I work over him as he tried to get away, and he stays with me, saying that I suck great. I stand, we caress, and then fall back onto the mattress together while he wonders where his friend Peter is, saying in a loud drawl "I just came up from Atlanta, and the Club there is NOTHING like it is HERE." If I'm not in the scene, I hate such loud talkers, but I was delighted to have him talk rather than ME jaw some more, so he looked at me in the light, said he had to find his friend, and left. I sat around reaching for one more to whom the glassed-first-one said I was a good suck, but he backed away, and I decided I REALLY needed a shower, and I got out into the hallway to see a BEAUTY of a blond going past, followed him in, but he went around the other side and got lost. So I went out again, but then a MAGNIFICENT chest and dark hair came past, real Colt stuff, and I followed HIM and his friend in, but then he slowly circled the room, and grabbed a couple of asses, so that when he came back I went for him with the full knowledge that he was an ass-man. But his cock came up so strongly and meatily in my hand that I went down on him after playing a bit in a foursome with his blond friend and another stander-by. but he soon pushed me away (thankfully, because the huge-veined cock would have been too big to suck on if he'd gotten fully hard) and AGAIN I tried to get to the shower. This time I was waylaid by a thin blond with a body like Stephen W. who seemed to be looking at me, but as I looked at him, he wandered away, and my attention was drawn to a joint being passed back and forth with some comment that led me to say "Well, then, can I have a toke?" and they passed it to me, I passed it back, got a few more, and then helped them finish it off. A short hairy fellow was stroking the strung-out youngster who had the joint, and I started stroking the other side when we finished. A fourth, a VERY large blond, came up and started feeling around, and when I'd gotten rid of the roach in the ashtray, Hairy and Young were seriously feeling each other up, and Young was "Oh, wowing," but then never came up, but Hairy was small and PERFECTLY up-standing and super-hard, like Paul B., so I played with THAT and got hard, then started kissing him in the corner, the Young seemed to vanish, and then the blond went down on the Hairy after I left, and we were madly palpating each other's body, deep into it, and the grass REALLY hit me when it OCCURRED to me (not that it had STARTED to happen, but that it was HAPPENING) that someone was sucking on MY cock, and for a fantastic instant my cock and Hairy's cock were one, and he must be sucking BOTH of us, but I pulled away and looked down and he was on mine alone. When Blond stood he had a fiercely up-swinging cock which was fun to curve along, and the three of us went along, but then Hairy started to get close to coming, so I kept pumping away with my hand, and he oozed all over my fingers and leg, most excitingly, and Blond was sucking on my now HARD cock, and another, older, hairy was down there somewhere, too, being pushed away by Blond, and then Hairy couldn't take my hands anymore and left, and I started necking again with Blond, choosing to ignore his attentions to my ass, but after we got into the nook and started 69ing wildly, and he STILL concentrated on spitting up my ass, I sort of went down, wanting to bring off his fleshy hook, but then he said that I was a GREAT cock sucker, but he was interested in fucking, so I DID finally get off to the shower! Clean up, into the steam room to find a few nice things going on, but I wasn't getting involved, so I went outside and looked at some of the nice numbers, and then someone who looked like a cross between Ron M. and Bob G. kept handling his limp dick on one of the shelves, and though he seemed to be out of my league, there were few others around, so I strolled over to him, keeping my stomach in, and reached for his cock as he reached for mine. He got hard as slowly as I did, and then I enjoyed reaching along his thin arms, well padded shoulders, and up to the nice neck lines and the black curly hair and along the neat chin, and then his marvelous blue eyes looked up at me and we started kissing OH so nicely, and that brought both of us up, and I enjoyed playing with his uncut cock as it slid in and out of its sheath under my idle fingers, and I got up the courage to whisper, "Want to see if we can find a free bed somewhere?" He was agreeable, and I had a bad time walking up the stairs in front of him: is he looking at my ass? What about the mark on the back of my knee, are my feet clean, will he be turned off by the back of my elbow, will he find someone on the way? and we get to the first floor and the top bunk is free, so I KNOW that I won't be able to figure it out, so I grip the side of the bed firmly and kick with my right foot and catch the side of the bed and pull myself up before I can even think "This is going to be rough." "How did you do THAT?" he asks, from below, stepping back and forth puzzledly---"How do I get up?" And then he sort of does a forceful chin-up that propels his body diagonally upward toward the mattress, twisting around in air and overtops the mattress surface by at least a foot, so he comes down so hard on his ass that I fear the springs might give way and we'll find ourselves in the bottom bunk. But there we are. Lie down side by side, both soft, and quite wet from the steam room, and we start kissing, and that gets better and better, and hugging, which is a sheer delight, and rubbing our hands up and down our bodies to hard cocks, which is HEAVEN. Everything I like to do HE likes to do; everything that he does to me is perfectly agreeable, and we're saying how great it is to find someone who likes to neck, we press past each other in grunting gasps of pleasure, I get down to suck on his squeaky-clean cock, but he doesn't seem into 69, so then he goes down on me, and then I pull him back up, and we neck and hug and kiss and smile and have a GREAT time, me saying that I LIKE to play, and his fingers are working magic on my cock, and I can start to strain toward coming, and I figure I'm not going to goof THIS one, would like to share my coming with him, so I get around to the other side so that he can use his right hand, which he seems to prefer, and he really whacks effectively away at me, kissing all the while, and I breathe into an orgasm that forces itself out of my panting mouth as much as out of my kicking cock, and he seems to like it a lot, and then I get to work on him with my come, necking and kissing and he's up but not coming, and then I say we should go around the other side so I can use MY right hand, and he says "You won't believe it, but I'm close to coming." Since his balls have been right up in fragile skin sacs I have no trouble believing it, and I go down on him, working more and more slowly, and he C-O-M-E-S as longly as I can stretch it out, and he writhes back and forth MOST agreeably, and then I go back up, kissing along his wet body, and say that it's always rough for me to choose with someone like him: whether to stay at the lovely mouth or go down on the beautiful cock. I don't skimp on flattering him, he seems to like it, and he's Tom, and he laughs about the commonness of Tom and Bob, but his lover in Oakdale, LI, near Sayville, is Jerry and mine was John, and we talk, but he's got to meet his friend, so we leave, I give him my number, and he says he'll call when he's in the Heights. Let's HOPE so. It's 1:25, I wait around a bit for Arnie, then go toward the maze and see him at 1:35, and tell him I had a GREAT time, and we decide to go, he's had "two pleasant encounters," and a DOLL of a blond watches us go down, and AGAIN watches us come up with such a beautiful face that I can't resist saying "Goodnight," and he smiles and nods, and I say to Arnie in amazement, "I really can't UNDERSTAND this place tonight." GREAT! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 11/12/75).
CLUB BATHS 23
Sign in at 12:05, Art STILL doesn't pay me back for last time. Was so late because I smoked some more FLOWERS from my grass until 11:15, then staggered down the stairs and along the streets TOTALLY strung out, rounding corners, passing people, fantasizing having sex, wishing I were THERE, not even thinking of the distance I have to walk, the train to catch, then the walk to the Club to meet Art, then the changing, all before I can TOUCH someone's cock. Walk past the BMT, knowing that's not the place, but make a beeline for the Lexington Avenue and am INSIDE having dropped in a TOKEN before I realize I'm in the WRONG STATION! Debate leaving, paying another fare, or going back to Atlantic Avenue, where I know there's a transfer, but figure I can just catch THIS and then change IN Manhattan somewhere. Wait a LONG time for the train, VERY stoned out, no book to read, and it comes and I sway in front of the map before it sinks in: NO transfer point to the F, NO close stop on the express. I debate taking a cab from the city, then decide "The hell with it" and just go along. The local is WAITING at the Brooklyn Bridge station, and I'm grateful until it SITS there for about 15 minutes, just sits and sits and sits, and I almost doze off, then it starts and I get off at Broadway-Lafayette, can't think which direction I'm walking, get to Lafayette, which I know goes north-south, and turn in what I THINK is the right direction and then recognize the Public Theater ahead. So I'm going NORTH! DAMN! It's almost midnight, I'm feeling sorry for Art, for me, for the world, and then I KNOW which way is east, and am gratified to reach Second Avenue, and then get over to First and walk down to Second Street, and there's poor Art waiting outside "for some air," and he gives me his $3 and we're inside and he presses TWO rolls of pennies into my hand, and I THINK I thank him, and we're together down the hall, nice to have two large lockers, and we chat for a bit and undress and then I go see whose doors are open. Not many. Into the old orgy room and there's not much going there, so in through the maze and sit on the mattress, the only one, and people start lining up before me, and AGAIN I'm tempted to do nothing, but then get into it, and when the first cock grows in my mouth, it's perfectly OK again, and I suck off one for sure and maybe two, but then the next few let me get them hard, then they move away. Decide that's enough for awhile---oh, one fellow lays down with me and we did some nice 69 for a bit, but then I concentrated on his HARD cock with the palps under the head, and brought him off too. Then down to the showers, some nice people there, and into the steam room for someone nice on the shelf, and AGAIN I think he's too nice, but he comes up when I play with him and I do HIM nicely, and it's a nice body to play with. Shower again, looking at nice bodies, a black looks at me, loiters, I stand at the side, he waits, I go into the sauna, he follows, I go down on him, and it's a NICE black body and NICE cock, and I keep going at it until I'm DRIPPING with sweat, and tell him to lay on the sofa which he does, and work over HIM for a long time until he comes, and then back to the shower and back upstairs to find no one in the bunkroom, a few cute people waiting outside that can't be lured in, and then back to the maze, where I see some cuties standing along the wall, but they let me get them hot and they move on. That happened a few times, and I began not to like it, but it was too quickly about 2:30, and the crowds were beginning to thin out. Into the maze-orgy room and find only about four people standing around the periphery, and no one's even attracted enough to come out to greet me. Stand outside for a bit to see who's coming in and out (and the light's been made too dim out there) and someone with a NICE face but a FLABBY body sort of looks at me, accepts my reach, then looks at me more closely and THEN moves away. What a TURN-OFF for me! Try a couple more people, and they accept the first grope but then move aside. Look into the showers and they're beginning to clear it up, someone snoozing in the outer steam room, almost no one in the bunkroom, people snoring in the maze, so I decide that's the end of it for me and go down to dress and leave. Not quite the unbridled success when I was there with Arnie, and I don't think Art got into it so much either (of course, if he'd smoked before MEETING me, he was surely down by the time I GOT there!), but I ingested good come and sucked on some fun cocks, and had a good time doing it, despite the fact I didn't find anyone that I even got CLOSE to wanting to come with, though some tried. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 11/25/75).
MAN'S COUNTRY 2
Not there since February 22, 1974, over a year and 3/4s, but it really hasn't changed that much. VERY long line for check-in, though SOME of the cuties on the line were fantasy material, and for a while it looked like the passing parade was HIRED to tantalize everyone: the lovely couple of fabulous blond and lovely brown-haired lover, the INCREDIBLE torso of the precisely Tom-like blond who kept whipping his shirt on and off, FABULOUS "wings" under the shoulders, GREAT pectorals, RIPPLY abdominals, so fantastic that I didn't even get DOWN to his crotch in his blue jeans, and a few other muscle builders. But the long wait for the key, then the silliness of "you have to put something into the security envelope," and signing it, and there are more and more OTHER people with pots, or skinny, or pimply, wandering around to sort of even it out. Up past the disco sound on 3 to 4, a few doors open but not much worthwhile, to 5 for more of the same, with a TV area as sort of a lit cruising place, 6 for the showers and sauna and weight room, and up to 7 for the last bit of rooms and the orgy room in the back. Look and try, but nothing comes of it, so I'm down to the steam room, which has most of the action, as it had before, and it's not DREADFULLY hot, but it's overly heated nevertheless, and I stand around looking at some of the GREAT bodies, but anyone I reach out for turns away, and then I'm sucked by three or four that I'm not interested in, and get out to shower to find only cold water, so I don't, do the circuit again, try the disco to watch the black in a white jockstrap doing high kicks and splits and cartwheels and arabesques, and then back to the steam room to sit and wait and get NOTHING. Suck on a FEW cocks that mainly don't get hard. Try the orgy room and there's some action in the darker corners, but LOTS of interloping hands and eyes turn me, and others, off. Cutie with mustache sits on next bed, but says he's been here so long if he lays down he'll fall asleep, but "I'm cute." Tried another mustached kisser who appears to have no lower lip, and it's odd, and someone ELSE appears to have their lower teeth filed to razor sharpness so that their kisses are uncomfortable. Later see DOLLS wandering around CLOTHED, so I think they're ALL attached to the place, though that could be sour grapes because I TRIED a lot, but none of them WANTED me. Maybe it's better not to TRY? No, but now I have to get used to REFUSAL as I used to be accustomed to FRUSTRATION FOR NOT TRYING. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/2/75).
CLUB BATHS 24
Not quite as crowded this evening, and I quickly scout out the rooms and there's nothing there, so I'm into the orgy room and see a small cutie with mustache lying there, so I reach out, he VERY gradually gets hard, and I do him very nicely, even allowing myself to be done by someone I can barely see, but he's blond, balding, and pudgy. Then look over and there's someone who's older but still muscular, and he's fondling himself sexily, so I reach out and he comes over and I play and play with him, he uses his hands on my hair and chest nicely, and AGAIN someone's down on me. He comes and starts to shiver and continues to quiver and shake for a couple of minutes, and he caresses me for awhile, then moves away. Fellow standing in the shadows has almost a fantasy body: hairy, beautifully modeled, big dangling cock, erect posture with a handsome head. Move to stand beside him, but he doesn't want to neck, so I play with his HUGE cock and it gets harder and huger, so I'm kneeling before him, barely able to get the head clear of my back teeth, and HE spurts and jerks and makes no sounds, then moves off quickly. I'm thinking tonight is another great night! Then there's a blond with an oval pot who comes over and I suck on his veiny cock until it gets very hard, and then he withdraws and moves away. A young kid with a tousle of hair does the same thing, and it's fun, but not a steady diet for me. Then Rolf's feeling up a CUTE kid with nice muscles, and I go down on the kid, he comes squirting even though my jaws are getting sore, and Rolf seems to want me to suck on HIM, so I do, but he doesn't come, and I figure he doesn't WANT to, but then when he moves away I'm wondering if it's not my fatigue that turned him off, and I whisper in his ear "You didn't want to come, did you?" "No." "I didn't think so, but I just wanted to be sure." "You're very good" he whispers as a climax. Then down to shower, since this is just about enough, but there's nothing much doing down there, I tour the rooms and the bunkroom to AGAIN find nothing, and back to the orgy room to see two fellows lying, I reach for one, and he's VERY nice in body, with that taut expanded feeling that they're constantly in pleasant muscular tension, maybe like a dancer or swimmer in the peak of training---maybe it's just YOUTH! Anyway, I run my hand up and down his body and it's extraordinarily pleasant and moves along with me, and I play and play with him, and finally he comes with GREAT pleasure and sounds and movements, and then he sits up and we kiss a few times and he says I'm far out, and he's Richard and I'm Bob, and I later see his distinctive kinky hair, blond, tied in the back of his head as he slings his pack over his shoulder and leaves with three groovy friends about 2. I've about lost count, but that's at LEAST five that I did to completion, and at least four that I worked on without bringing them off. Pass attractive people in the hall, but they don't seem to be willing to follow me or look at me, even though there are appealingly vacant beds along the wall. The upstairs bunkroom is almost empty, but then there are two great-looking guys, but they find each other, and there's a stagy blond with almost PAINTED muscles, they're so defined, but he doesn't seem to be able to find anyone to his taste (though I have to admit that I didn't actually REACH for him), but again the place strikes me as being quite empty, and there are even chairs in the TV room when I sit with Rolf, who says he's stoned out on the amyl, while he decides whether he wants to leave or not. When we chat in the car, I say that I get the feeling that he's trying to second guess what I want to do, but then he said that he couldn't make up his OWN mind, and he'd rather someone ELSE did the leading, but when I say we COULD go down to Chinatown to have something to eat, he says he had a Chinese meal for DINNER and didn't want to go THERE, and then condemns himself for having a car but not knowing what to DO with it. I say that Arnie would have the whole thing down pat about eating, and I say that the Sheraton has dynamite hot fudge sundaes, but he's not wanting to drive all the way up to 56th Street, and then he remembers having passed the trucker's place on Canal and Broadway, and we have no trouble parking right there. Their egg cream is famous, and I debate having one, but for some reason I don't, and then regret it. We also tried some omelet place on Christopher after the Studio Bookshop was closed, but no one was willing to pay a minimum of $2.50 for an omelet in the place, and Chico's Chile was closed. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/19/75).
CLUB BATHS 25
In at 10, share a long and a short locker, and I immediately go and wash my hair and body, then back for contacts, happy at the thought that there appear to be lots of pretties in the showers and steam room. Over for a quick look at the rooms, nothing, and the bunkroom is TOTALLY EMPTY, and even the maze isn't that full, and I get the impression that there's more light on in there, since you can clearly see people on all four sides of the mattress, on which NO one is sitting. Sit and a few others sit with me, and then lots start to parade past, but there's not much to look at until a young someone with a sexy mustache comes up and poses. I reach out for a tit, he allows me to fondle, I go down on a fresh young cock and it comes up to a hard small size, and when I try to play with him, he seems to get much too eager, finally laying down on the mattress to come off, so I do him fairly quickly, and he as quickly moves away. Try reaching for a few more who pass my muster, but they move away. Decide it must be better elsewhere, but the magic has gone from the steam room, though someone with very long hair goes down on a potty kid with a piddly peepee which swells into something quite sexy, but then he pushes the guy away and goes up to the top step to lie down. The group seems divided into the mediocre or lower and the super-spectacular, with very very few who are merely good looking, which is the range that I usually like. Leave the steam room when I get all sweated up, ogling the three dolls who are sitting talking with each other on the bench, doing nothing, and then back past all the rooms and stand in the bunkroom for awhile as a few of the dolls sweep through, leaving only the dregs in their wake, and then I'm down to the TV room to see what's going on, getting a nice look from someone who's later talking to someone young and pretty, and there are lots of bunks empty around the sides, not really busy at all, and I just wait around for the clock to come to 12:30, when Arnie comes in and volunteers to leave at that time, and he seems to agree that there weren't too many people to be had tonight, so it was a relatively wasted $3 apiece, except that he got his Spanish Christmas card from Seville translated, with the help of about four Spaniards. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 1/7/76).
CLUB BATHS 26
Nice people are leaving, the TV room is wall-to-wall people, and the stairs have some goodies on them. Michael thought we SHARED a locker, so wondered where I went when I "got lost" and came back with my towel around me. Up without showering, since I had the "foresight" to shower and wash my hair at 5 this evening, LONG before Michael called. Some possibilities in the rooms, but the bunkroom is almost empty, not too many cuties around there, so I'm over to the maze and get attracted to a well muscled blond, and go for him, he starts to pull away, but I get going and he likes it, and he goes for a LONG time while I play with his body, people suck on me, and I SWEAT so much that I leave afterwards to go down and shower, and there are LOVELY people going in and out of the steam room, so I'm into the antechamber, watching some action across the way, and a guy with a nice cock sits nearby, I reach for him, he gets hard, sits down, and though he's got somewhat of a puffy pot, his cock is nice, comes up VERY hard though not too big, and I play and play and he comes with such NICE groans that when he leaves there's someone ELSE there, young and rather cute, waiting for me, and he sits and arches his back and runs his fingers along my back and into my hair, and he's somewhat bigger, I'm getting tired, but he lies down, a nice uncut PR with a SWEET face, and I do him very leisurely, when he's not sucking on my cock which really isn't up. Then out, prowl around the rooms again, pass Michael in the bunkroom at 12:30 and he says he wants "just one more" and then is leaving because he has to work tomorrow, and I get back to the maze to find nothing, then leave to get caught up by a guy with glasses and a nice front. He looks at me, I sort of think "Why not?" and stop to look at him, reach for him, he reaches for me, and he doesn't run when he sees what I look like in the light, and I move closely to kiss his neck, he seems sort of distant, but then his face curves around and he returns a kiss of greater intensity, I hug him, he hugs back; I squeeze, he gets into solid standing position and squeezes the life out of me, and we're both quite hard, playing lightly with the cocks, necking in just a FABULOUS way, and I say "Let's go in here." We search to find the smaller places occupied, so we're into the maze and he moves to a small side cubicle, where we enjoy each other's bodies, but there's no room, so I suggest we find a real bed, and the others are full, but he says "Let's go in the back of the big one," and we're on the side, he takes off his glasses and puts them into a corner, and we're lying beside each other touching and hugging and necking. I go down on him, and he has a LOVELY hard rod in the middle of a fleshy cock, and a nice chest, and what feels like a flawless back, and I'm concerned about the big pimple on my back, but it doesn't seem to bother him. Neck and neck, scrunge around to 69, and it's just great, except that sucking isn't his forte, but he uses his HAND in a marvelous way, and he gets me excited enough so that I feel that I want to come. There are other hands in the mess, which I don't care for, but they're easily pushed aside, and I don't care that they're watching, and I strain toward an orgasm and go down slightly, but his hand is right there whacking away, he's been VERY hard so he's excited for me to come, and he keeps saying how beautiful I look and how great I feel, and when he keeps up enough, and I want to GIVE myself to him enough, I feel that lovely growing of inevitability, start gasping, he plumps his lovely lips down on mine, and I start gasping into the orgasm, hands around, he's pausing a bit too much, so I have to crush into him, and it's FABULOUS and then I start going down on him, bringing him up finally, using my hands at the end, and HE groans into a felt climax, and then we're lying on top of each other, and I remark that I can feel his heart in TWO places, his still-long cock throbbing against my groin quite markedly. I say it's nice to find someone who likes to cuddle, say it would be nice to be buddies sometime; he gets in on his student pass whenever he wants to, lives in the neighborhood, and has to think about going, so I say I want to give him my number, so we're down and I write Bob Z, and he says he's Michael C when I ask him before he goes down for his final shower, and I figure I've just HAD it, so I change and get out, feeling GREAT about him, tell lots of people tomorrow about the "hug bunny" that was "my one more" for the nice evening. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/21/76).
MAN'S COUNTRY #3, FOR FIRST TIME IN TWO YEARS
The two windows on the ground floor take in people faster, and Arnold says there's never more than a ten-minute wait even during the height of their $1.25 for four hours on MWF between noon and midnight, though you have to leave $5 for a key deposit. Up to locker on second floor, third floor closed, rooms on 4 and 5; shower, steam, and sauna, and weights on 6; rooms on 7 and orgy room; artificial truck with Tom drawings on walls on 8, 9 closed; 10 the vending machines and a TV-watching room of marvelous dimness with a hallway with bright nude pastels and a bunk bed arrangement with warrens in back for those who like darkness and dimness. I started in the steam room with a pretty muscled black who was done until I stopped, when he started giggling, and then I cruised around the rest, back to the steam room for nothing, then showered and there were a few guys playing with themselves who could have been nice. Then wait around more, to orgy room to watch a nice fellow who then started fucking like crazy a balding old man who took anyone, and then on that same bed was a fairly nice fellow named Steve who was an announcer at CBS who lived in the East 70s and came out in LA who couldn't think of anything to talk about except me, and then he had to leave after his playing with himself couldn't keep him up. It wasn't the best crowd, and I still think that the Club Baths is the best place to go; though I feel somewhat obliged just to KEEP UP with what's going on: the trucks are an interesting addition, there were some decent people but they were all constantly talking with someone, and the orgy room was brightly lit enough that it was easy to push off people whom I didn't care to have touching me. Some got NEAR to the idea of jerking off and letting other people watch them, and an older blond with marvelously smooth hair and a fuzzy body kept parading an enormous erection, and the black I'd seen earlier kept flopping his dick at other people to suck on him for a bit before he went into more gales of laughter. But there were none of the GROTESQUELY old or fat men who sometimes are here, and things were nicely easy in the steam room, and I turned away far more than I tried, but there weren't enough to even turn me ON. From 11:30 to 1:30, made more difficult by the scarcity of clocks except in the locker room itself. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 4/9/77).
MAN'S COUNTRY (CHANGED)
There's a small line, and the light's almost too dim to read, but it takes only about 10 minutes and I get in at 6:30, find awful people around my locker, and wander up to the third floor, closed, to the fourth floor, rooms; the fifth floor, rooms and a TV-viewing stand; the sixth floor remained the showers and sauna and steam room, but what had been the exercise room was now a large dark chamber in which nothing much was being done. Seven was converted from the orgy room to a brightly lit exercise room with lots of mirrors, eight added beds to the front orgy room with flashing lights, and added boxes and crates to the back of the truck, and 9 had fantasy rooms: a mirrored room had a guy jerking off on the floor waiting for people; a corral had a fat man lying in the center, door open, and NO one went in EVER. Back down to shower, sweat a long time in the steam room watching some few nice people pass, but mostly unpleasant ones, and then shower without getting recognized by Bob G. Around the rooms again and figure that the back of the truck had the best light for orgies, and stood at the side until a dark-haired college kid separated himself from the crowd and sort of looked at me, and I went out to his small taut cock, and he came up quickly, didn't want to neck, and I went down on him as he came up fast, small but hard, and when he shot said that he hadn't come in a week, and we nuzzled and I said I'd meet him here again NEXT week. Into the back to some heavy action that I didn't like the smell of, and again alongside to watch two VERY spectacular guys make it with each other for a bit then separate, and then another fellow passed with a TINY VERY erect cock, and we necked, he gasped that he was ready to come, and we played for awhile until he finally shot in my mouth, the thin skin under his cock transmitting every spasm with marvelous detail, and then we went out to get water and he was about as old as I am. Tried sitting along the walls downstairs, but it didn't work, and I KNOW that someone like Rolf would have no trouble getting the six or seven super-spectacular ones: the Colt-chested older fellow with skinny legs in the weight room, the Falcon-perfect body of the swim-suited guy, the blond with the chest and the short one he tried for a moment in the orgy room; but for REGULAR people like me there's not much to choose from, but it WAS early for REAL action, maybe. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 11/24/77).
NEW ST. MARK'S BATHS
One window for rooms and one for lockers, and if I'd been afraid of not having people to look at, it was pretty busy. Narrowest lockers in the world suffice nevertheless, some groovy numbers around, and I'm down to plunk into the 8-foot Jacuzzi, warmish water and mild buffeting, though there might be an exhaust vent somewhere that people stick their cocks into, because every so often there's an outrageous slurpy-sucking sound. People sitting around the edge in states of mild tumescence, not bad, if this is what Rolf means by "the old Everard crowd," not more than 3-4 of the old-and-fat types, lots of aging former-nice bodies, and a good number of young humpy people who won't even look at me. Showering is fun with muscular guys, then I try the steam room for a few minutes, but it's very hot, and then I'm up the stairs to see what's on the room floors, going around the 100, 200, and 300 levels two or three times before I finally make an ATTEMPT to find the dormitory, and it's there on the ground floor, around in back, and there are some people lying there but rather little through traffic. Down again to sit and watch the nudity, up again to get caught by the sight of a guy jerking off, and he's greased his cock (Crisco in a flattened paper cup?) and is VERY hard and pleasant. He drives down on me and then wrestles me to the bed and insists that I "stick it in him," which I don't do, and he wriggles around so that HE sticks himself in me, and I go down promptly. He tries harder, gets softish himself, and when I say I'll be going along, he says we should try to get a third to fuck him so that I can watch, when I say that watching's my thing. But no one seems interested in joining, and everyone's fooling around with MY soft cock, so I leave and cruise past a dozen places again, deciding that only 126 and 225 are worth anything, then 225 gets occupied and 126 leaves, and I get looked at by a cute kid, but when I reach out for him after he follows me to the dormitory, he says he's "all fucked out," and I ask why he's staying around, and he says he hadn't thought about it. Some action outside the shower seems like fun, but I just get tired of not getting any, NICE definitions and bulk in the shower the last time, and I dry off and leave at 2:30, saddened that I can't get as much out of it as someone can who's as naturally attractive as Rolf. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 5/24/78).
THE RUINS FIRST TIME
Parris M. is Mr. Milquetoast in baggy pants, shoes, jacket, and glasses and head-hugging hat, but Mr. Butch without glasses, in jeans, boots, T-shirt, and workman's cap. He gives up pretzels as we sit and watch disgusting movie of poodle licking out his master's ass then kissing him, and it's "Devil and Miss Jones" ending of bland hell not being able to jerk off. "I can't do it by myself, help me." Horrid s/m movies of actual wire brush producing actual blood, guy getting shot in face, ball twisting, then a cute kid as mail boy coming nicely and sucking three office mates, interrupted by the live show: tall doorkeeper running fiery sticks and chains along arms and around legs and torso, lighting clothespins and tacking them to his chest, where he got burnt when they sagged too low; then a butch dancer with NICE legs and TINY cock (Arnie: "That's a REAL anticlimax") prances about with a whip, sucking on the guy in the audience who'd matter-of-factly come in, stripped entirely naked, took out Vaseline, stroked his cock, and alternately sat and watched, wandered around, and refused and accepted suckers. And then Parris: a black jerked off thickly on stage (not to coming), he got an oriental-looking guy with a plastic dong to fist-fuck him, then with TWO fists, then gaping his hole for the audience, then WALKING AROUND with half an arm up his ass, groaning, saying "Do it," listening to his music, smoking his bidi, slapping his legs, and I watched in fascination. After the show I went to the back to buy a beer, eat chocolates from box, Pringles from straw basket, pretzels to Bill Wolf and Arnie, no cheese but Triscuits, and finally tipped the guy $1 for two beers for me and Arnie, Christmas trees flashing, side "s/m" room filled with props but totally dark, john clean and fresh, gay bartender used to live in Heights and asks for address for "Mailing list," and I pick up two sexy posters, more candy and stuff, and I LIKE the j/o guy, the show, the ambiance, though it's nice that it's free and not $5 as usual, though the movies could be greatly improved on, though Arnie says that the cute kid performs usually, on vacation this week, and I might go back, jerk off and see how it goes, and $5 is good for GOOD sex. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/29/78).