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DIARY 3025
5/16/72

TSI-DUN AT R.'S

The girl who lives in the building looks in wonderment at the four of us waiting for the elevator in elaborately casual poses with our blue jeans and sexy trousers and lack of conversation, and one pushes 4 and we just stand quietly, and she gets out at 4 and we go around to H, where a plump bearded Reve R. opens the door, and I check to see that he IS a friend of Azak's, and he's not as I imagined him at all. His apartment is rather barren in a hippy-type way, with loads of books and records and knickknacks on the shelves and walls, and paintings of sexy guys helps set the stage in the small place. Into the bedroom to take off the clothes, and I get a jolt when I think it's the cold blond from DTW undressing, but he stands and though the hair is just as beautiful as the other guy's, his face and body are larger and even more acceptable. Into the living room where John C.'s sitting smoking already, and someone's making joints out of a huge bowl of grass that Reve grows himself, and we estimate there are about four or 5 ounces in the container, and the joints are going around and around. Peter's sitting on the floor and we pass joints back and forth, marveling at the bowls of pretzels and CLARK BARS on the table, and I go into the refrigerator and he says I can have some of the white wine in a paper cup, and it's quite nice to start with, because the living room is scattered with people I don't know with slender attractive bodies, thin learned faces surrounded by beards and long hair, and lots of interested looks being exchanged, and there are four or five that I would like to have something to do with later on. The local-grown grass doesn't seem to have much effect, but John and Arnie come in later, and Howie comes in right after that, and we all sit around and share one of Howie's joints, and that seems to start the evening off. John V goes down on John C, and I go into the bedroom to see what's started, and nothing much is going on, so I wait in the hallway and see the beauties passing, accidentally on purpose making the passageway narrower than it is so that they have to brush past me, and then I go back into the living room to sit in front of the speakers, where I'm prepared to make out with the cute slender duo on the left, sitting on the floor looking at me rather superciliously, or the muscled fellow on the sofa at the right, who crosses his legs away from me, putting me off a bit. So I sit and look at the room, waiting for something to hit, and after a bit too long a time, the guy with blond hair comes over and takes me in his arms: this IS a surprise, but I respond to his pleasant kissing with affection, and he gets alongside me on the floor and we start feeling each other's bodies, and I'm not ready to get hard, but he's semi-erect and I like playing with it, and aside from the efforts he must sustain to keep his hair from getting in the way of our kisses, I think he's quite pleasant, except that his body seems to lack definition and firmness. We get carried away and are stomach-fucking on the floor, and we decide we should go into the bedroom, so I follow him in, and we start necking, but the fellow from New Jersey starts sucking on the blond, and I use the excuse to get away from a scene which isn't turning me on. I look around and there's a cute black standing, doing nothing against a bedroom chest of drawers, and I run my hands over his nice body and we start kissing, and his huge pillowy lips seem to like mine, and we neck and neck while he makes sounds of appreciation, and I feel down to his too-large hips and jutting ass and figure I might have gotten the wrong person, but he's appreciative and I'm doing something, so I continue. He goes for my ass, which I don't care for, and seems to want me to get into HIS ass, which turns me off, so I slide to my knees and go down on him, and his cock is nicely proportioned and willing, so I keep sucking at him while he's kissing someone else upstairs, and he comes quite quickly, which gratifies me, and then I get back to my feet and he says it's so hot in here, why don't we go out into the living room. Fine, I think, knowing I can get away from him in there, and we start for the door, finding it blocked by myriads of fucking and sucking people, and the only way of getting around the crush seems to be by walking over the mattress spread on the floor next to the door wall, and when I step onto it my stonedness makes me unsteady, and I brace myself on people, and look down to see John C. on the mattress looking up at me in an amused way, and I find it very simple to sink down onto my knees around him, and we kiss for a long time, and then scoot back toward the wall to feel our bodies against each other. He's not hard, and his flesh is wet with sweat and his hair is matted and smelly, so we kiss for a bit, and then we get someone else going in the typical interrupted threesome, and I get out of the way as soon as I can, and John and he move into 69. Then Bob S. comes into the room, looking quite bulky, but I remember that he and I kissed well, and that John spoke highly of him, so I reached toward him and he quickly came into my arms, kissing most agreeably, but his short stubby cock wouldn't come up with any activities, so I didn't even go down on him, enjoying the strength in his arms, even though there wasn't much in the line of definition. We necked for what seemed like ages, and I kept having to press my legs together to keep his inquiring fingers out of my ass, and that effectively brought me down, and then he started chewing on my left nipple with such voracity that I actually had to stop him because he was hurting me, and I felt a hardness at the tip like a scab which only a week later started to flake off, leaving the tip as soft as it had been before he ravaged it. We necked on and on, getting hotter and hotter as we tried to smother each other in pressures of affection, and finally I had to get out for a drink, pushing my way out the door and getting into the refrigerator for a Champale, since the wine and beer were gone, and there was beautiful blond Alan talking with his friend Tim, and I looked at their bodies for the fifteenth time with delight, and stood against the record cabinet to cool off and survey the crowd, which was when Arnie saw me and reported later that my hair was quite wet and a mass of ringlets around my head, standing out in all directions. Passersby tended to stop and neck for a bit, and there were some nice shoulders that I got hot for, but the person who took the next section of my time was the same old Peter, who came up to me to joke with me about not remembering our session at V.'s the time before last, so that he didn't miss the last two, as I'd thought, but only the last one, a flop comparatively speaking, at L.'s, and he said it was "understandable" how we'd lose track of each other in our grand scale of activities. He got hard again and we went back into the hot bedroom, where things were still going on, including Arnie caressing someone in the corner in a quite nonsexual way, and I noticed that Michael G. hadn't shown up, but then Joe F. WAS there, taking in the news from John that Paul W. DIDN'T have any record of his membership, so that was all he could do about it. I went down on Peter finally, enjoying sucking on him, and it took him a bit long to come, but finally he shot into my mouth with his accustomed virility and hardness, and his cock was just too good to pass up. There were other things going on around that every so often would interrupt: feet being placed on the mattress on which we were lying, bodies moving into our area, groans and gasps which caused numbers of people to look around. I didn't know what R. was doing, but it seemed he was always overseeing the joint-rolling and not having much in the line of activity. People were beginning to leave, but others were just arriving, and there were still lots of bodies around (OH, and I jerked myself off with Bob S., since that seemed to be what he wanted, and got very hot doing THAT, so I HAD come, anyway) and I didn't feel like leaving, even though it was getting toward 11. Back into the living room to sit on the sofa for a bit, but nothing happened, so back into the bedroom, which had settled into the fucking scene, so I shared a couple of Clark bars with everyone else and had some more Champale, and then about 11:15 decided that the evening was about over, so everyone got dressed and we went out to John's car to persuade him to drive to the Ferrara's that he put into our minds, buying a bottle of orzata and three canollis and three nougats, having to borrow $1 from Arnie to do it, and into the car to gorge ourselves with the lovely stuff, still quite stoned, and smiling to bed. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 5/16/72).

 

DIARY 3077
6/7/72

TSI-DUN AT S.'S

Someone else's just going in the door when I get there, and the host is shirtless and aging, but not really that bad. Stuff my stuff into the hall closet and already the apartment is rather warm, get a beer and find that the living room is already an orgy room, and thread my way through fucking couples until I sit in a chair at the corner of the room, and look over the people until I locate John, in the middle of a group as Arnie had indicated, and I just don't seem to be able to get started. I slowly drink my beer and look for familiar faces, but there aren't any, and all the old awful ones are there, and it seems they brought even more awful ones with them. Finish my beer and go into the bedroom, but it's even worse in there: hugely fat people are groping for anyone they can find; couples writhe on the floor to the exclusion of anyone else, and even the few nicely built blacks seem to have faces that turn me off. Back into the living room and figure maybe it's because I haven't smoked anything, maybe because I'm tired, but I'm glad that this is the last of the year, and that there won't be another for five more months, enough to bring back a taste for this hot and sultry group. In for another beer and glance at the slender Spanish co-host, and figure that will be nice when he joins in, and into the living room to see a gently mustached guy leaning against a low bookcase, and I stand beside him, and then someone else who's vaguely attractive comes over and starts groping both of us at once, and we kiss and some popper comes over, but it's dried out, and someone suggests the can of stuff in the kitchen, but when the cylinder is stuffed into my nose, I can almost taste the bitter fluid and some of it must get on my tissues, because I start sniffling and crying and I smell the acrid smell for the rest of the evening, and when we get down onto the floor and start working over each other, I simply can't get excited in anyone, and John comes over and starts taking over the cuter one, and I simply move away when it's obvious that I'm not going to get hot over anyone. Later John tells me that Ole was quite spectacular, but with my frame of mind it just didn't work. There was an enormously muscled blond with the tiniest of cocks, and though I wanted to caress his bulging shoulders and beautiful breasts, his stomach was also fully developed and I feared that his tiny cock would come up and want to fuck me. Then an older dark-haired muscle builder started undressing to one of the most spectacular bodies I've ever seen: narrow hips with large rounded buttocks with the squareness of a bodybuilder, a rippling midsection that was small with naturalness, and a flaring chest and shoulders that looked just made for kissing and nibbling. I looked for a long time, but later I was sitting in a funk on the floor, and he came over and sat next to me, and I simply couldn't get enough interested in having sex or even exchanging affection of any kind, so that I didn't say a word to him, though I rather wanted to, and then he got up to leave. Paul came over and said the place was filled with awful people, and he was going to some bar where he could enjoy the evening, so we kissed ever so lightly and said we'd see each other at the beginning of the next season. John came past and asked how I was doing, and I didn't answer him at all. Then he wanted to leave and I wanted to stay, so I went back into the bedroom and tried to touch a few people, but none of them seemed in the least bit interested, and finally someone came over to me in the living room and we started going nicely, but when we moved into the bedroom and got enough room on the mattresses, the charm was over, it was obvious he'd come a number of times, his body wasn't as nice as it seemed from a distance, and there was absolutely no interest between us. So I went back into the living room and stole someone's full beer from a cabinet and finished that, still sniffling from the overdose of popper fluid, cursing the heat and the fat people and the inaccessibility of the people with muscles, and I was quite miserable, just wanting to leave, yet wanting to watch the evening through for the masochistic joy of it. Everyone seemed as unattractive as John R., and I felt that everyone ugly should drop out, until I figured that this evening that would probably include me, so I just wanted a long summer's rest from Tsi-Dun. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 6/7/72).

 

DIARY 3199
7/30/72

MAN'S COUNTRY

I feel paranoid as he looks at my student ID card and makes me sign twice for my $3 entrance fee, but I get in and moon about until I find my locker, which is right at the foot of the stairs, and wrap my towel around, find the sauna room empty, take a shower in the steam room, joined by John, and we play a bit, and I watch people in the pool, then up to the discothèque to watch a lovely chested blond dancing in corduroys and a beautiful Latin number on the other side, and a shaven-headed gross fellow who seemed to own the place all dancing in the lights. Up to the orgy rooms and there weren't many nice ones around, and I was confused-stoned, so that I knew what I liked, but what I didn't like wanted me, and what I liked didn't want me, so I had to settle for second best, one a short fellow who had a nice body and no erection until I started work on him, and we went into a corner of the room where I started scratching my fingernails up and down his body and he got harder and harder, as a crowd gathered, and he came finally in my mouth standing with his back pressed against the wall. Then into the smaller orgy room and waited for someone nice, and someone who looked like the Bob S. from Tsi-Dun and Dracula Sabbat started rubbing my foot, and the instant I rubbed back he lay down next to me and started necking. He kissed nicely, and I went down on him and he seemed to have a nice enough body, so I did him, squeezing so hard that I thought he might even come a second time, and then he had to take a shower, so I went down to watch the lovely blond dance, this time in lederhosen shorts which showed lovely legs, and there was a TRUE BEAUTY who kept looking at me, but he'd never stand still to let me touch him, and I never DID get to him, except that he seemed to be there with someone who looked like Mick Jagger, and they made a stunning pair. Another fellow slouched as if hopped up around the dance floor with towel exposing cleft in crotch and pubic hair, but he didn't seem interested in me. Back up and down, around and around, John sleeping in someone's arms, and others snoring in corners of orgy rooms. The crowd didn't get better, the blond got down to a bikini and his body was STILL lovely, the snorers threatened to take over, so I left at 1:30, bought the Times, and went home to find John there, but not yet in bed. Perfect timing. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 7/30/72).

 

DIARY 3270
9/11/72

FANTASIES FULFILLED AT MAN'S COUNTRY

In at 8:30, passing the pool to see that no one's using it, then upstairs, wondering at the roped off lounge area with instrumentalists practicing, then upstairs to find one orgy area closed and the other practically empty. Case the private rooms and find almost no one there, but see someone tall and thin with scraggly hair going into the off-limits area, shutting the door only slightly behind him. I move inside, really stoned now, and he's entering another inner chamber with a torn mattress on the floor, light from a john at the side, and a roach scuttling across the floor. I start feeling his chest and his cock gradually gets hard, but when I reach under it's VERY uncut, with reams of ribbony flesh around the head. He doesn't seem to want to neck, so I go down on him, finally pushed back all the excess flesh with my mouth and getting to the head: and that DOES get to him. Play with him, but he grabs my head and forces his almost-soft cock in my mouth, shoving so that my nose and chin strike against his pubic bone, and he continues to thrust, holding my head, until he comes, quivering and throbbing in my mouth, and I suck and lick him until he forces me to stop, and there's a final exchange of hand clasps, and I walk out into the public area again. Into the orgy room and there's nothing interesting, so I'm downstairs to case out the empty sauna, and to the pool to see a short cute fellow go into the steam room. I'm into the obscuring steam, inhaling the hot vapors, and see his foggy shape sitting on a bench. Go over to him and touch his large pectorals and curly hair, hoping I'm not deceived and he's an old man, and move down his fleshy body to find a small but very stiff upstanding cock, which is a pleasant surprise, so I pull him to his feet and crush our bodies together, and this turns him on, and we even start to kiss, but his mouth is fish-like in that he pads his teeth with his lips, but doesn't try to do anything about cushioning the gaping cavity between them, We both start sweating and getting slippery, and his tiny cock is bone-hard, like an upturned giant fishhook with two small balls clutched tightly into his groin. Finally the heat gets too much, and we say we'll meet each other upstairs. Shower and wander up, and there are a few people sitting around the lounge, and upstairs to the orgy room, and he joins me in a few minutes, and we press together and get down on a mattress, and his body can be sucked in to make a very pleasant torso of definition in a short but heroic mould, and he likes my body too, pressing my pectorals, feeling my biceps, smiling when I press him to me. He seems terminally hard for about a half an hour before I finally go down on him for the last time, when I've been up and down and up and down again with his actions, and his sucking technique is entirely nonexistent. A blond with a white streak through one eyebrow had been wandering around earlier, and I reached out for him, and he seemed surprised that I touched him, but not eager to do anything, and he started standing above us and jerking off, which seemed to please both of us, but when I tried to include him in actively, he went away. Others came to watch as we caressed, and I got more and more embarrassed that I wasn't hard, so we clung together and I finally made him come, and he curled about me and groaned and clasped my body to his, and we began sweating much as we had in the steam room, alternately groaning under the pressure and laughing at the pressure itself. Then it got almost too intense, with pressures long held and eyes locked in tender smiles, and I felt my heart literally go out to him: Mike, this sophomore from NYU who lived in Queens with his parents, on his first time to the baths, getting tied up with someone like me, who admittedly isn't the most BEAUTIFUL person in the world, but I admit to a tenderness and loving kindness in my sex play that will turn on someone who seeks affection, and he sought it so fully that it seemed to me that in his embraces he was trying to make up for a lifetime of sought, but never found, love and affection. He could be so tremendously turned on by me, because I chose to make an advance toward him, and I saw him in years to come as he would progress to people of his OWN choices, and see that the feelings between us were only the beginnings of something which could be VERY intense, and that he'd find someone whose body WOULD completely fill his fantasies, and into the bargain he'd learn how to kiss, and suck cock, and exchange tendernesses without putting his heart right into the other person's fist. Others moved around us, envious, and then he finally said he had to go down to take a shower (no, he got hard almost immediately, which convinced me he was young even BEFORE he said he was a sophomore), and I tried doing him a second time, and he kept working on me, wanting ME to come next, and I felt that I so much wanted to give him something that I strained toward an orgasm while he hovered over me, alternately kissing me and stroking my body and memorizing my motions and emotions, until I came, soft, with a spurt that lanced upward onto my arm and his chest, and we clung together again like lost children in the dark forest, panting, gasping, kissing, smiling at and with each other at peaks of feeling. THEN he left, and others tried to line up for my services, and I moved to another area. Upstairs, downstairs, and then I found someone else who settled into my fantasies: long swatch of brown-blond hair over his forehead, thick legs of a football player, tapering torso over a middle of little flab but little definition also, with a sullen, "come get it" expression in his eyes and a commandingly hard cock that reminded me of the adamant flesh of the friend of John's from the scene after the New Jersey Tsi-Dun failure. I just wanted to play, and play I did, as his cock got redder and more defined, and I moistened it and played with it, and he lay calmly, not tensing it, not tensing his legs, every so often raising his head to see what I was doing. I tried kissing, but he started going down, so I stayed at his crotch, feeling, tensing, squeezing, palpating, sucking, moistening, and then I got tired and wanted him to come, but he wouldn't, so I tried again and again, angle after angle, moistening and wetting and spitting and sucking, and he kept looking at me with his cold eyes, almost defying me to bring him off, and finally he jammed himself down my throat in abandon, and I stopped, feeling him throb, and I licked, and he continued to throb time after time, and I kept down on him, and took his hands away, and he continued to react, and react, until his orgasm was as long as the pre-play, almost to the point of satiation. Then we parted, with barely a sign of affection, and I went down to the sauna to see Jack, of Lige and Jack, and later in the hall I saw Lige, blond and defined and small, and I kept wandering around, avoiding the nightclub, which was now swinging with what Arnie just phoned to say was about 150 reservations for the opening of their "boite," and she was too loud and too flat and too Bette Midler-ish to be any good, and Mike got up from the fringe of the crowd and sat down at poolside, and we talked and touched, and I couldn't keep my hands off him, so I asked him upstairs again, much to the surprise of the blond white-eyebrow. Upstairs again, though I was sad to see he still wanted to see ME hard, and we necked and petted and talked and caressed while the others swirled around us wanting to watch and touch. He finally had to leave, saying he might not be back for months, and I couldn't make any commitments either, which added another note of sadness to our brief but intense relationship. Others came in and out, each seemed available to my mouth, which must have been getting a reputation. Into another orgy room and saw an elderly fellow with a nicely defined body, so I wanted only what I wanted, touching his body lightly, feeling the tautness of his abdomen, and then seeing the cock rise against his towel, I reached under while he came out with a much over-dramatized sigh, which took on more conviction when I moistened the tip, and I merely leisurely played with his cock, using a heavier and heavier hand as his body tensed and contorted, and then he crouched over and began to thrust, and I went down on him, getting a spurt of semen onto my shoulder before I got my mouth attached, and he pumped jet after jet into my mouth, while I tongued and sucked and drove him up the wall, and he finally had to rip my sucker-mouth away, and touched me, saying it was wild, and again there seemed to be others waiting to take his place. The blond passed by a number of times, watching my expertise, and I had the idea he was ready for me, and indeed he was, but there were always five or six others around, so we played a delaying game until we were alone in a corner of the room, and he sank down on his haunches, pulling my head down to his smallish cock, and I enjoyed his body, then we lay together, tried kissing for a bit, but that didn't turn him on, and I went down on him again and he completely flipped over my back to dig his chin and tongue into my ass. He wanted to fuck me, I guess, but I kept pushing away his hand, and I massaged the prostate only, not wanting to do more than jab my knee into his yoni, which he liked for a bit, but continued changing positions while others gathered about us to watch the fun. I contemplated just jerking off watching him jerk off, but he didn't even seem interested in that, just wanting to come and not seeing to know how. When I'd go down on him, he'd push violently into my mouth, sending contact lenses, teeth, tongue, throat, lips, mouth, spittle, all over the place, probably enmeshed with blood from his outstanding veins. He thrust with singular viciousness, then relaxed and tried using his hand. I'd change off with my hand, then he'd again jam his cock down my throat and hold it there so I'd be choking, tears rolling down my cheeks, nasal mucus mixing with spittle and his pre-orgasmic lubrication. We kept this up for such a long time that I feared he'd never come, and I was getting tired, having tried to get home at 12, then at 1, and finally now just before 2, when he finally made it clear he was willing to make my evening complete. Again the hand, again the dive for the cock, and then the thrusts into the mouth, this time staved off by my hand pounding on his cock, and finally he started grunting, thrusting deeper, I figured how to breath about every 10 thrusts, and he jammed in once again for the climax, spinning out volumes of semen directly into my esophagus, and I drew back and licked as he frenziedly grabbed at my head with his hands, but I held him off, licked again, and he twisted to get free, I kept on, he settled, I licked, again he frantically signaled me to stop, and I kept on him until he was quite soft, feeling raggedly-edged and frayed from my teeth. Then HE was going and I left, meeting the co-speaker at the Mattachine taping, who greeted me cheerily saying the program was great, saying "See you," and I left, stared at even by a doll of a go-go dancer, and the dancing was good, too, and it was a MARVELOUS EVENING!! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 9/11/72).

 

DIARY 3305
10/2/72

TSI-DUN AT F.'S

Aside from a slow start, and a terrible end heralded by the crash of the money bowl when someone didn't have enough beer (and he bought $20 worth, and took in $60 at the door!), it was a pretty poor crowd that I tried to get the best of. There were crowds around a humpy Swedish type, and when someone got off his cock, I went down on it, but he didn't seem ready to come for a long time, so I got tired and watched what else was happening. Tried getting in on some other scenes, but there weren't that many interesting people. Paul was back, and we started necking and got into the room where I went down on his stiff little prick and did him, and then tried to move on to something better, but there was nothing better to have. Watched people jerking off, but that wasn't any fun, and talked with the muscled blond who said I HAD his name and address so that we could have a foursome, and HE asked me how my summer was, we embraced and kissed a bit, and his body was still nice, but he didn't seem the slightest bit interested in taking the contact into the bedroom, though I tried a couple of times. Others kept coming at me that I wanted to avoid, and there were a number of terribly fat people who were just awful in the heated vapor of the bedroom, outside of which it felt like the vent from a Chinese laundry from the window. More beer, joke about going into the pool, talk with more people, look at some of the entrants, but there just wasn't anyone worth while, and no one seemed attracted to me, either. The evening went very slowly, and I didn't have enough to smoke, and the beer was so poor that it seemed watered, and I ended up with Paul again, trying valiantly to do him a second time, and we rolled all over the place, and finally, after what seemed like hours, he DID come, but by that time almost everyone had left. There wasn't even any room for the play of fantasy, it was just so obvious that everyone wasn't handsome. Hoping that the next one will be better, and at least Joe F. is trying to get back into it, and the next one, thanks to Arnie's efforts, might be at Man's Country, with a $2 charge, he and John and I footing the bill for beer, and a private sex area with use of the pool and sauna and steam bath. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 10/2/72).

 

DIARY 3353
10/27/72

TSI-DUN AT MAN'S COUNTRY

There had to be a number of announcements: first for the early arrivers to get back so that their tags could be marked with the red tape to allow them free beers and soft drinks, then when I got to the lounge to get some beer, I find people sitting not knowing that there's a special orgy room set aside for exclusive use of Tsi-Dun, despite the fact that the invitation perfectly well announced we'd get a private area as WELL as free run over the facilities of the place. The beers are very good for their size, and I finish mine and go upstairs to find a small cluster of regulars standing OUTSIDE the orgy room, waiting for it to fill up. But of course, if no one goes in, it'll never fill up, and they can stand outside there forever. Peter's been in already, and he says he's brought his cigarettes, so I find him and he gets his smokes and we sit under the air conditioning unit and smoke, and then we go upstairs, and stand in the corner of "our" orgy room. I'm not really interested in Peter, and he nuzzles and fondles and tugs at me, but I keep an eye out for who's coming into the room, who's doing whom, and what's happening next. But finally the grass gets through to me and we lie down and start going at it, but I'm just not with it until quite a bit later, and then I come up a bit but he's quite hot, and finally with the air of his poppers he comes, though very unromantically, and as quick as I can I say "I'm thirsty" and we're down to the lounge again. The go-go boys are at it, and Joe F. comes up with two friends, diametrically opposite, from the Y, a slight older fellow named Arnie, and a huge muscled fellow named Frankie, and I think Frankie might be looking at me, but later we pass a couple times in the hall and there's no click, and I find out later that Frankie didn't like it at all (and wasn't the guy who was brought to such an enormous climax on the bed), and left quickly. I ditch Peter as soon as convenient, and wander from room to room trying to find something interesting. The lisping guy from WSDG is there, who manages to turn me off completely, and I despair that this is going to be another terrible evening. Finally Alan comes into one of the rooms to watch the roaring orgasm, and I reach out for him, and he makes some crack about my towel being off already, and I enormously enjoy rubbing chests with him against the wall, and he gets hard when he rubs against me, so I lead him to the bed and we start going at it very nicely, and he's quite hard and seemingly excited, but when I find that the lispy number is lying on the bed next to us, and a push from me won't make him go away, I get turned off, and though I go down on Alan, and he groans and twists, he's not coming any closer to orgasm and he keeps saying he needs more time to charge up, and finally struggles clear of me, saying that he'll see me a bit later, and that's about all I see of HIM for the evening. Then Grant T.'s there, too, causing a joke about sneaking Betty D. into the Continental before the performance on Saturday night, but then he's in the orgy room, and I can't stand him reaching out for me, and I feel that the place is MORE forbidding under THESE circumstances: having Tsi-Dun and Man's Country together seems to bring out the worst of both: I'm aware of BOTH sets of losers and people to avoid; there's a slightly paranoid feeling about smoking because it is, after all, some kind of public place; the towels are no great addition to the ambiance, and then there's the problem of getting someone from OUT of the party who wouldn't like being with anyone FROM the party because they might feel it's degrading to Man's Country to HOST a party and resent the free booze for SOME and the lack of it for themselves. I want to ask John some questions, but he flurries his hands and races off, and I find out that he was following his conquest for the night, and wasn't about to chat with me. Pass a few likely people in the hall, but they never seem to follow me into the orgy rooms, or when I reach out for one or another, they turn away. So I'm down to the steam room, and the heat and steam are fairly salubrious to my feelings, and two guys showering together are nice, and others shower and get semi-erections, and I go into the shower and feel better about not smelling from nervous perspiration, and reach out for a cock-ringed fellow, and a younger fellow comes into the picture who's been chewing some minty gum, and the coolness and flavor is a real lingual spectacular, and yet I'm not able to get a hard-on, though there's a beginning of a group scene, and I go down on some guy with a big floppy cock, and he shoves it down my throat and makes like he's coming, but I'm really not sure. Shower again and get out to dry off, and my towel's been kicked into the water, or something, so I get another one. Up to the lounge again, and John's announced as having left, and the attendant John is there without his shirt on, and I say he should join the crew, and he says he will, and I get a beer that's frozen from the fairly cute bar boy. Upstairs again because there's nothing doing downstairs, and get into a corner to watch what's going on, especially with D. G., who DOES have a huge floppy cock, but he can't get anyone and Arnie (the Italian) comes over and I permit him to fondle my leg and my chest, and I start touching him and he comes up, so I decide, what the hell, and go down on him, and his balls are so tight I'm clued in that he might be ready to come, and he does, in quantity, and I tongue his loose cock around my mouth, and he groans and groans, and then is content to lie there next to me until I think of some excuse and leave him. Most of the Tsi-Dun people are gone by this time, and I make the rounds of the rooms to see if there's anyone there, and there are still some of the thin-haired Scandinavian older types with nice bodies and ready cocks, but not even any of those come close to me, and I finally find John wandering down the hall, and we kiss in the vestibule of one of the orgy rooms, and the kissing is so pleasant, and the tits on him are so intriguing, that we stand in a dark corner and grope, then lie down on one of the beds, and we neck and neck and NECK and neck, and he tries to come by rubbing himself against me, which is OK with me if he does it, but he seems to get close and then stop, and then he tried to do me, but I'm not really hard, but we DO have a lot of fun necking. Finally I figure if I don't come with him (since it's somewhat after 9 and I'm tired and ready to leave anyway) I won't come at all, so I jerk myself off, thinking that he'll roll on top of me and feel my coming, but he goes right down on me and comes up too fast, while I'm still feeling very good, and a few faces pop in to see what's going on, but they go away quickly. Then I figure he'll come, but his cock stays hard though he doesn't seem near coming. It's a strangely thin cock, with a thickening and a twist that makes me not really want to look at it too closely, just as I don't want to rub or run my hands too freely up and down his back, since I know he has a bad case of acne there, though his front is spectacularly smooth and free of any blemish whatsoever, Also, he has the strangest patch of dark curly hair at the base of his spine, almost as if it were a misplaced pubic area. He rubs and rubs against me, and at one point he puts his cock between my legs and hunches up and down on me, and his neck seems indefatigable, since he continued on top, or holds his head up even when he's lying on his side, so that he's constantly got the ache of keeping his head in the correct position. Once I get past his tongue, which he likes to keep at the roof of my mouth, and I find that his teeth or their fillings must be chipped, because there are very sharp edges there, and he must know it and keep his tongue in the way to protect others. I feel very nicely toward him, and toward the end, when I'm just exhausted, it's nice to lay there and feel his idolizing hands running over my body, and his nipples stand out in excitement, and finally he even verbalizes: "I love your body," and then later he says "I think you're very nice," and I quickly respond, "So are you," and we kiss for even a longer time. Finally I can't take any more of it, around 10:15, and I say I just HAVE to be going. He kisses some more and lets me go, but insists on giving me his address "for the club." He lives just down on Columbia. Others said (in a lovely chat on the pillows in the lounge) they were going to give me their addresses, but they didn't, though they knew I was in touch with Joe, so I could get their information from him, particularly about cute Tony, who was pleased when he found he was talking to the host for the evening. Some didn't like it, but Gene thought it was a great success, it was funny that only 60 our of 92 showed up (revenge on the LAST party?), and I'm now back IN favor of Tsi-Dun. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 10/27/72).

 

DIARY 3419
11/26/72

TSI-DUN AT GRAHAM'S

Joe F. showed up, but Peter wasn't there. I started with some young thing sitting in the chair, enjoying playing with him, and I just took him in my mouth and could hardly let go until he just shot and shot. The bedroom was widely mattressed, and I seemed always able to find room. Out into the hallway and was attracted by a black square beard like Colt's cover guy, and the chunky body beneath was fairly nice, too, so I rubbed tits with him, and we went into the bedroom again, but he said he didn't want to come quite yet, so we just played around and I went back to the hallway. Henry M. and Heidner showed up, but I didn't see anything more of them. Arnie didn't come because he had the drip, and I couldn't get the Sunday Times from him. Tried a taller fellow, but we played with each other and nothing clicked, so we didn't follow it any further. I tried getting a piece of some of the orgy action, but just got in some hands and they'd push away everyone else and start concentrating on me. Some fellow with a youngish face and sort of featureless body came over and started kissing nicely, and when I went down on him, I found John chewing on his balls, and we both started playing with him, and when he finally came, John was so impressed that he got his name (which he put into MY pocket), and said we should get together later. I passed around a joint to some plump PR type on the sofa, and looked at him once again later in the evening, and he came over and kissed and said we should get together, and he put his name "Imo" into my pocket, too. I'd brought along my contacts, since I couldn't wear them all day, and when I was undressing, Bill found my small black case and gave it back to me. Then I couldn't find my blue case at the time John found his wallet had been gone through (but no credit cards gone, thank goodness), and John gave our address to Bill, saying that he should mail them to me, which he did, and I got them Friday. For some reason, though there was a lot of activity, there wasn't anyone REALLY special (I even went down on Joe, but HE didn't want to come with me), and I came away almost unaroused during the whole evening. John thought it was fine. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 11/26/72).

 

DIARY 3434
12/4/72

FOURSOME AT HOWIE'S

Richard shows a marvelously distinct ball-bulge with a curving cock-curl over it, and I find him far better to look at than the thin and wrinkled and sadistically short-haired Howie, who talks about his two-year apartment sharing with some WOMAN. We smoke and I start playing with John, then Howie suggests we go into the bedroom, and John's clothes are off first, and mine second, and we stare wonderingly up at Howie as he undresses slowly, and then naked Richard is into the room and stretches out alongside me, and I start caressing his smooth pale body, and we're involved just the two of us while he gets very hard, and I enjoy touching him gently, as I did Edgardo, and I'm reminded of his uncut hard cock, but Richard's is even thicker and longer, though his body isn't as muscular. Then I go down on Howie, who's equipped with a ring that makes his tip very red, and start playing with John, too, to spread things around, and John goes down on the cock that I took care NOT to bring to orgasm, and hear sounds that make me envy John getting Richard's first shot of the evening. Play with Howie some more, and he seemed not interested, I come more or less by myself while the three couple above me, and then back to Richard, surprised to find him still hard, and play around with him while the poppers pass back and forth, and he comes very nicely, straining and groaning and spewing his spunk over my tongue. Then we lay around and feel each other up, and I'm necking with Richard on the floor, and he's VERY nice to be with, utterly kissable, and then we decide to join the other two in the living room on the sofa, drinking soda and eating candy. VERY stoned and I start caressing Richard, and he comes up again, and he COMES again. Then play idly with him, and he comes up AGAIN, and John goes down on him and he comes for what must be the fourth or fifth time, since I may have done him TWICE in the bedroom. Then I enjoy looking at his foreskin and his cock, nuzzling up and down his belly, and everyone's watching, we enjoy it, and he comes yet AGAIN, and I think he might be faking it, but feel the sticky moisture of a last come between my fingers, and I just can't keep my hands off him, even after, and he just keeps getting hard, Out together, but John doesn't seem interested in keeping in touch with him, but I sure hope to see him again. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/4/72).

 

DIARY 3466
12/12/72

TSI-DUN AT F.'S

We're about the sixth guest arriving, and I undress and get into the bedroom to find no one there yet, and the leather numbers sort of look around in a "get THIS" attitude. I get a beer and sit to watch them undress, sharing John's pipe, and then go over when they start playing on the sofa, and I sit behind them and feel up their bodies as John sucks one and then the other, and they're into some sort of code words between themselves: "Oh, THAT'S the way you're doing it," and "You know what THAT means," which sort of put me off, so I was glad when I went into the bedroom and found activity starting. Felt around for some nice people, lounged on the lounge watching, and sort of played and talked with Joe for a bit, kissed John when he came in, looked for Hal from the Sunday party that I didn't see, and then see that the pretty couple are back, but get quite turned off when someone goes down on Alan, and everyone gathers around to listen and touch when he starts coming. John's cock is severely lacerated by someone who "Keeps his teeth together and pulls my cock out of his mouth," and I take up with David, and we enjoy necking so much that we're back into the bedroom rubbing chests together and hugging as if we wanted to interpenetrate each other. Hands reach for my behind but I twist away, and finally they let us alone. We play with each other, and I enjoy the way he curls forward, bunching up his muscles, and he starts jerking off and I start jerking off, and it's a marvelous scene, there in the light from the outside, and I marvel at his body and stare into his eyes, and we start gasping for breath and he comes onto my pubic area and much on the floor, and I come on his arm which is under my crotch, and we caress each other and slip about on the floor and feel quite marvelous about each other, but when we get back into the living room, there isn't much more contact between us. At least the bastards from New Jersey weren't there, Henry M. and the other guy left me fairly well alone, and I tried a few other people, but it seems very quickly that John was ready to go, and we didn't even bother to check with Arnie and his friend, and John's friends had already left, and so we dressed and left quite early. Arnie stayed on and found that THIS party, strangely, broke up about 1 am! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/12/72).

 

DIARY 3506
12/27/72

MAN'S COUNTRY FOR $1

In in a fine fog, the head guy doesn't seem to recognize us, the guy ahead goes in for 8 hours, and all the lockers are being given out sequentially, which means there's an ungraceful knot of people around 63, which I'm in. The towel is VERY small, so I hold it until I get into the steam room, which has a few people in it, but no one's doing anything, so I start to shower, and John starts on someone, so I get out and sit for a bit, then reach over for a limp bumpy cock, and decide I've had enough and retrieve my towel. Sit for a bit in the steam room, but only tall old gawky men come in, and finally THAT feels too hot, so I'm upstairs past the empty lounge and up to the "community rooms" 1-21, but there's not much doing in them, either. The muscled blond that I ended up with last time is there, but he seems determined to have nothing to do with me this time, and there's a short Spanish fellow who keeps peering me in the face, but I keep ignoring him. Into the dormitory and there's a bit of action, and I wander around until I decide just to sit and watch, and finally a few fairly decent people come around, and one draws near who's short but fairly nicely built, and either he has no stomach or he keeps it out of his way, and about the fourth person, as he is, to go down on me turns into a winner. He's wearing an ornate jointed necklace about his thick neck, so I figure I'll be able to find him later, but he's gone afterwards. We play and play, he's getting very hard, and it's a nice cock for a short person, and he strains upward into the red light from the ceiling, and he's lovely to watch. We kiss a bit from odd angles, and I keep going down on him, and then he finally gets terminally hard and comes, gasping, bending gracefully over my head and down my back in a movement that feels balletic from my angle, and we roll in slow motion to cupped positions on the floor, and it feels very good indeed. Then other hands are grasping, he leaves, and the Spaniard is next to me, saying he wants to fuck me, saying I should come to his room, trying to get at me. I play with him, willing for him to come in my mouth, but he wants more, and finally leaves in disgust when I refuse. Then again the circle of places, and see someone with a striped towel who seems to have a thin, well defined body, and he sort of walks back and forth, and I reach out for him (oh, NOW I remember the middle one that I'd forgotten before: see this tallish blond with a dreadful pot but nice shoulders and chest and a VERY nice sort of faun-like face, and we sort of Mickey Mouse around until I see him standing before an open doorway, and I go into the room, others come down the hall to see what's going on, and I reach out from behind to run my hands up and down his back as he "adjusts" the towel around the back of his waist. Then he's into the room with the door closed, and I touch his chest and he touches mine, we lightly touch and scratch, then get down to the towels and get them out of the way, and we're both hard, he on the small side, and then we're down on the bed, gently, slowly, and into a casual 69 position, and he looks at me, I swear, like "I never did this before," but he plays with my cock and daintily puts it into his mouth, and he's still hard, so it mustn't hurt him that much. Play and play, pausing to look at his VERY pleasant face, and reclining on the bed his pot vanishes, and his body is lithe and graceful, and I suck and suck, he tries vainly to get to me first, but I'm fantastically hard and very bulgy-veined, but I get to his nerve endings more effectively, and he's coming, coming, coming, and groans most appreciatively, and then sits up to say something silly like "You're not going to like this, but I have to leave," and he does, and I leave for THIS truck.) and he doesn't respond at all, but I play with his distinct nipples, and finally he sort of comes closer to me, and I reach down to find that he's wearing undershorts under his towel. What's this? But I persist and pull down his shorts, and it seems instantly clear to me that he wears shorts so that his cock won't show below his towel, because even in a soft state it's enormous, almost as big around as mine is hard, and almost as long. Playing with it increases its size until I have about 10 inches in my pleased fingers, and he looks at me with an "Oh, so you found it" look on his pleasant face. We try doing something in the dormitory, but there are too many people around watching, so he sort of packs up and leaves. I hit him again in the hall, and we stand there while I jerk on his long tool, and people again gather around, so I say "Let's go to a room," and we're into an empty one and damn if the Spaniard doesn't follow us and try to push his way in, but I push him OUT even harder, and that's the end of HIM. The slight fellow lies out on the bed with a display like a peacock's arched up over his stomach, looking at me contentedly, and I start playing with him. He wants to fuck me, but I just say no, and he seems content to let me play with him. Play and play with his great length, biting down on the enormous filet of meat on the underside of his cock, marveling at the hugeness of his prostate, smooth-skinned between his almost hairless legs, Try to get him excited, but it seems his normal state is rock-hard, and he goes down on me for a bit, and I play with his body in a delightful way, and finally get him really going, and he's every bit as large as Bob Rosinek was, though slightly more muscular in build, and I have a ball doing and doing him, and finally he starts to come, thrusting up, and I clamp down on him, and he comes like foamy soap in my mouth, throbbing with an anatomical explicitness which would make watchers of a film gasp with disbelief. I stayed down on him as he spasmed again and again, lasting much longer in orgasm than Bob did, and he went down only very slowly, even after I thought maybe he'd come back up again, but he gradually drifted off to sleep, and I played with his still huge dong, then gently left, shutting the door behind me, locking him inside from outside predators. Looked around again, but the steam room and sauna were empty, had a milk and three gooey cakes at the snack bar for $1, talked a bit to John P., who was sick with something, gazed in awe at the new go-go boy with an Afro, a tiny bikini, and a most marvelous body, and another attendant with a beautiful hairy torso and I wanted to get someone good, but it was 12:30, and I was tired, didn't want to be called down at 12:44, when my time expired, so I went down and dressed and walked home in the rain, still vaguely high: grand! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/27/72).

 

DIARY 3524
1/12/73

SECOND MAN'S COUNTRY FOR $1

Into the steam room to warm up, but John's there trying to play games with the guys there, so I dry off in the sauna and then go upstairs, feeling very high indeed. There's a stocky number whom I take into the private rooms set aside for the evening, and he even tells me his name, but I don't remember it, setting myself up for the "You don't remember me, but I remember you," ploy of the guy this week. (No, HE was the following week.) See this shortish, youngish, cutish fellow with curly blond hair, looking like a more blond Paul M., or the kind of face I remember Bobby H. to have had, and he passes me in the hallway and half-smiles, and I pause, he slows, and we sort of say "Hi," and I'm delighted at his attention. Then we get together in a doorway and he says that he's met me before, but later turns out to think that I'd been at the Continental within the past few months, and I haven't been there in AGES, so he might have me confused with someone else. We play together, and he's very affectionate in a nouveau-gay way, and he comes very nicely, and he keeps berating me for not remembering him. Leave for a shower and again there's nothing much in the steam room, so I'm into the lounge for a bit and then upstairs again. Still stoned enough to not quite know who I'm getting, and there are scenes in the orgy room with someone who might be nice, but when I get him into a room he's not very interesting, so I make an excuse and we part. Then there's a Germanic-looking older fellow, and I like his muscles under his somewhat rubbery skin, and we go into a room to enjoy each other's bodies, and he's got a nice cock, enjoying looking at my body as I look at his, and I'm quite excited, but he's ahead of me, rolling about on top of me, sitting on my lap and jerking himself off, and finally he comes just when I feel about to pop, but I begin to feel self-conscious and have to work for quite awhile before I bring myself off, and he thinks I'm finished long before I actually am, and then he goes quickly off while I lay there for a bit, tired, breathing hard, dazed at the succession of successes, and then I figure I might fall asleep, so I dry myself off and get out in the hallways once more, going down for another shower, but still there's no one downstairs, and I have the feeling there's no one in the whole place. Up to watch them dancing for a bit, wishing I had some money for food with me, wishing that someone would come over to me, and there are some pleasant people around, but when I leave and go upstairs, they don't follow me at all. Into the various rooms (they have an ad for films, and I look for them, and John later says that they showed them on the dance floor along with a light show, but I didn't see it and he didn't get any details, since it was oblique and out of focus) and find no one, but then in the hallway upstairs there's John again, and we neck a bit, and he seems to express surprise that I'd like to do it again, and he says that he has his OWN room there, so we go around one of the corners, but it's just a regular room (and he doesn't have any grass or poppers with him, which is too bad). We talk for a bit, telling each other how we are, and then I get to his body, which is nice, but not as exciting as the first time, though he's quite hard for his first time out. I'm uncomfortable And he asks me why, and I say I'm worried about the time, and he says that they'll just call my number and I can leave, so we get to necking again, and it's not quite working out, but I'm having fun with his cock, playing and sucking and toying with his balls, and he's nice to play with, doing the same with me, and I'm up enough, but quite conscious that I've come already. Finally I bring him off in very close contact along our bodies, and it's pleasant, but I have a faint taste of "too much" about the whole thing, and I began to get the feeling of why Tsi-Dun faltered when they tried having orgies every two weeks. There's only so much the body WANTS in a limited space of time, and beyond that it becomes strictly a MENTAL urge, rather than a physical or genital one. Chat softly with him, and then they DO call my name, and I'm back to see one or two nice people coming in, but I'm quite exhausted, dress without really sensing what I'm doing, still feeling the after-effects of the pot, and the beautiful afro-headed one is now a lifeguard, seeming to have nothing to do with anyone, which is a pity, since he's a beauty! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 1/12/73).

 

DIARY 3543
1/14/73

THIRD MAN'S COUNTRY FOR $1

In more stoned than usual, but there's less ACTIVITY than usual. Get a few guys in the orgy room, but they all seem somewhat larger than normal, and I don't care for them. Then I isolate someone, we have sex (I do him, and we lay nicely together; and we exchange names, but I don't even remember his, though I recall thinking of him as being built somewhat like a less-hairy Avi). Then there's another person, who might even be a slightly aging former football player, and don't even want to look at his face for fear that he'll be terribly old, with a balding spot in the middle of his head. See the older fellow with the sexy body that I'd seen before, but we don't seem to click. Arnie's wandering around, aching to talk, but we pass and recognize each other, and when he opens his mouth, I just brush past him as if I were chasing someone, and that's the end of that. Keep trying to find someone, but there's no one to be found, and finally end up with someone who seems second best, but that doesn't work out very well, so I leave without doing much. Finally there's someone who seems interested, so I jerk off so that they can have me, and then I wander and wander until finally, just when I'm ready to leave, there's a fairly young guy playing with himself, and I go in, he gets semi-hard, and I figure this is going to be great, but I just don't seem to be up to it, and we curl into 69, but I'm very self-conscious, go down, and start working laboriously on him. He keeps telling me to suck him, and I try and try with his super-large cock until my cupped hand aches from the tensions and from the rubbing of my stubble on the hand, and finally I just give up, after trying five different ways to excite him, and he says "You shouldn't be so up-tight," as if HE were the older one and I was the novice, and that rather shakes me up: first he seemed so genuinely CONCERNED about me, and second he seemed so genuinely un-turned ON by me. So I left, feeling somewhat squalid about the whole thing, but excusing it because I was quite stoned and not quite in control of myself, and anyway I'd ALREADY come in the evening. Other cuties around didn't give me a tumble, and Arnie put me off. Hope to have better luck later. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 1/14/73).

 

DIARY 3565
1/21/73

TSI-DUN AT C.'S

The elevator is slow even if I wasn't stoned, and we get up to find the apartment already going with naked bodies. Into the dining room to undress, get some wine from the kitchen, then into the living room with great view over the Hudson to sit and smoke with John, feeling up the slender fellow on the right, and then Ken L. comes over and starts doing him, so I adjourn into the bedroom. Joe F. accosts me for not phoning him, but I say "You GOT the information, didn't YOU?" Look around, feel up some guys, back into the living room with wine to look at the view, and someone nice comes up and we're into the bedroom again, and I play but no one comes, and then the two dolly roommates are there, and I start playing with the plain one, and it seems he's not about to come up, but he necks nice. Then start in with a short one, and he wants to go into the center, and I move away, grab onto the back of the blond while he comes, feeling his lovely chest, then start on someone small who wants to get into my ass, even to having my legs over my shoulders, but I move away and stop THAT. Then find the long-cocked guy with the open mouth, and work over HIM for a bit, but he's not about to come, and I find myself kissing in a number of trios, which is very nice, and at one point I'm convinced that the three of us are the nicest ones in the whole room. Back to more wine, conscious that I shouldn't drink so much to make me sick, so I refrain, looking out the window, and there's the football player-type blond, and I try him earlier, but nothing happens. Then back to the bedroom for a smell of Henry's popper, but nothing happens, try others, suck and play with others, even getting up two or three times, but then everyone goes down on me and the pleasant feeling goes and I slowly move away. In for more drinks, Arnie's nosing around, Ken L.'s curious, and then finally into the living room for John and Arnie to say they're ready to go, and we dress with the lovely couple, and the blond's even nicer with his black and white check shirt, red neckerchief, fringed suede vest, and tight trousers, and his roommate's HANDSOME dressed, better than undressed. Into the car with things still going on, and wave to Don G. who's looking for a parking place, and stoned drive home in the cold. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 1/21/73).

 

DIARY 3573
2/2/73

FOURTH MAN'S COUNTRY FOR $1

Crowd again at the lockers, and again not much action early in the evening in the steam room or the sauna, but upstairs and find a number of nice people lying openly in the free bedrooms. Start with a fairly old person with a nice cock, with whom I play and play, and after he comes I get out of the room. Number two is a gentle youngster with a bit too much bodily hair and a tiny bit too fleshy, but I'm so excited by his activity that I come too, with him, and that sort of lets the rest of the evening go downhill. But then there are a number of extraordinarily muscled people walking around, and I get terribly turned on by a beautiful person in the shower, and I invite him in with me, and he smilingly obliges, filling the narrow stall with his tall torso and soaring pectorals so fully developed that they weren't even square and massive, they were almost hemispheres, which sounds awful to describe, but the sexiness of these mounds of flesh, with the nipples small and placed perfectly on the mounds, was marvelously a turn-on, and when he started soaping up my back, I delighted in turning him around and running my soapy hands all over him, front, back, and side, playing with his cock, which was obligingly semi-hard, and his constant smile was almost too fetching. His pebbly midsection moved nicely under my kneading hands, his strong thighs flexed when I rubbed his buttocks and cock, and his chest heaved as he breathed in the steam and the activity. I tried to get him aside, but he wouldn't come with me. Then, later, there was a similarly pebbled-abdomen creature, with a somewhat less bulky build, sort of a strung-out Paul in his ruddy fairness. I finally managed to drag him into a small cubicle, and we necked and kissed and I went down on his bulbous-headed cock, but he seemed not too interested in kissing, I wasn't up much because I'd come, and finally he said, "This isn't getting anywhere," and left, but I have the memory of rubbing chests with him, feeling the marvels of his arms and sides and ribs, and squeezing kisses with him in the light of the room, moving my fingers through his fine hair as I did him, and feeling the definition of his body under my fingers. But not the end of the world as far as sexual stimulation goes, though far warmer than a statue would be. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/2/73).

 

DIARY 3591
2/3/73

TED D. PARTY

Subway to Times Square, shuttle to Grand Central, taxi for $1.50 to 20 Sutton Place South, but faces the apartments in the rear for no view, which is why he has the thick drapes behind the sofa closed. Two people wait for us: John from Paris and Mimmo from Rome, except that afterwards he was always referred to as AliZEa, or something. We sat around and talked, Mimmo being friendly and open, John being somewhat older, and Ted D., sadly, turning into the same guy I always think is Peter C. Dinner comes around and we start smoking, but I've been drinking vodka tonics, then have wine, and when the lights go down, I'm feeling very woozy and nauseous, and sit quietly hoping it will pass without me getting sick all over his carpet. People ask how I am, and I start by saying OK, but end by telling John, when he's concerned, that I'd like to lie down. He leads me into the bedroom; I feel foolish as hell tottering across the living room where the beautiful German sits eating, and the guy from Macy's finally gets there, in whose honor this, his first orgy, is being held. I lay on the bed which is stripped for action, feeling much better, and then Mimmo, still fully dressed, enters to see how I am. I reach up and we kiss most pleasantly, and then he leaves, and I can't wait for the action to start. He comes in later, and we start in again, but someone's already pulled off my shoes and socks, so I start undressing him, and his body feels perfectly smooth and flawless, with a thin slipperiness that makes me think of some fabulously fine upholstery which fits the frame just a TOUCH too loosely, but just adds to the sensuousness of the nicely muscled body. Then there are other bodies around us, and John's making out with the German, and Ted is done by me for a bit when I feel out of it, but mostly I'm necking with Mimmo, enjoying his body and nice cock, and then turn to the side to see Parisian John jerking himself off sexily, drawing in his stomach and puffing his chest, and I get my hand into the act, and he likes that. See Macy's enjoying himself, but Germany doesn't have a very interesting body, only face, and I go back out and dress, almost ignoring everyone, and kissing Mimmo goodbye with extra fondness, and we're out for another cab and subway. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/3/73).

 

DIARY 3594
2/4/73

FIFTH $1 NIGHT AT MAN'S COUNTRY

The steam room is completely unsteamed when I get in, but Arnie's there, of all people, saying something banal, which I ignore. Upstairs past a crowded lounge and the halls and roomettes are quite full. Cruise down the side passages and a black attracts my attention by playing with himself. I go in and he seems to accept me, so I close the door and he takes off his glasses and we start in on a gentle 69 which becomes rougher. He's wearing a cock ring, and gets very hard and excited, trying to make me come, too, but I get him first, and then feel his nice body all over, then excuse myself. Into the crowded orgy areas, back to the hall, then back to the orgy room to be turned off by Arnie again. Stand by the only vacant room at the head of the stairs, but nothing happens there, so I try the guy playing with himself, but nothing happens, so he excuses me. A small PR with lovely body keeps going in and out of 4, and finally he leaves the door open, so I move inside and we start playing with each other, his skin lovely and tan and cream-smooth, and he keeps jerking on me as I jerk on him, and we seem to like the same touches, so we bring each other off nicely, spraying the air with our come. Wipe off and I leave as he closes the door behind me. Down to the shower to wash off, and there's Doug, about 11, saying he'd just gotten there, having worked late. I say I'll see him outside when he says it's too hot inside, and a lovely blond with dark eyebrows comes close, and I'd been looking at him all evening, and he comes over and starts doing me, and then I stand him up and do him, and he gets very hard of a sudden and jams his cock into my mouth, then flees hurriedly. Out to talk to Doug and he's nowhere in sight. Tell him WHY he turned me off, and he says he understands. Back upstairs standing in the orgy doorway, and he comes in, and looks so beautiful standing in the half-light with his muscles rippling that I can't resist touching his large arms and fair skin, and then he's beside me and we're kissing VERY nicely. Both up, and he's built ENORMOUSLY, so I suggest we go to a room, and we neck and fondle and he sits on me and I sit on him and he does, as he says, "Everything but ejaculate, and that's what you want, isn't it?" Well, it is. We cuddle a bit more, then I say I want to move around and leave. Into the orgy room again, and a very tall fellow comes who sadly has a small cock and terrible kissing technique, but he goes down on me and other nice ones come around me, and a lovely one is being done across from me, so I feel up his muscles, then there are suddenly too many people, so I leave. Noticed a beautiful body on a fellow in a tiny bikini, and I follow him to his room and close the door. "Do you like to play?" asks the fellow seductively, "With clothing?" He urges me to put anything on, ANYTHING, and I choose a transparent seamless garment which he starts jerking away at the sight of, but he keeps wanting ME to talk, about "How it feels to be a strip-stud in a sex show on 42nd Street, with all those old guys sitting out there jerking off at the sight of you. C'mon give me a sex show, real pornography, grind that ass around, let's see that cock and balls move inside, tell me how it feels." I keep trying to make him happy, but his continuous rubbing has obviously rubbed all the sense-buds off his cock-tip, because he can keep rubbing without even getting fully hard. I say I want to watch him for awhile, and he performs for just a bit, keeping the white thing on, and I graduate to a tiny posing strap which doesn't even cover everything, hardly up since I have come already, and he keeps whacking away at himself, trying to get into MY fantasies as I'm trying to get into HIS fantasies. HE seems not to have any lubricant, grass, or poppers, but then I didn't ask him. Keep hearing numbers called, like him standing over me with his fair body, he loves me standing over him, loves my ass, wants my legs, but doesn't want to even SEE my cock, just tell him what it feels like inside the tiniest bikini. Finally I can't take it any more, tell him that I want to come, but it affects him not at all, so finally I just jerk off, spraying that fine white mist all over myself, but he goes right back to wanting me to tell him a story, and I keep trying to please him, but finally decide to leave, surprised when I get downstairs to find that it's 2:10, John checks me out, and I'm up the stairs dazed and sick. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/4/73).