CLUB BATHS 2
There doesn't seem like much of a crowd while I'm standing there, and lots of the people going in are pretty awful, and the impression is reinforced inside. Down to shower and there's no one devastating. Into the steam room and watch a little playing around, and some kid is being done, so I reach in and touch his body, rounded and nice, and try sucking on his cock a bit, and after a bit of shuffling of people, he's alone on the top shelf and I take after him, getting him VERY hard, he doesn't want to come, so I play and play and play, he keeps putting me off, but I get him to the brink so GENTLY that he finally thrusts into my mouth, coming VERY nicely, hard thin cock pulsing ever so many times, and I rest there, moving his hands away to continue the pleasure, and he leaves with a sort of frown, and he avoids my eyes in the shower. My towel is gone, so I take someone else's, leaving his safety pin on a radiator upstairs. My hair is pretty wet, so I settle into the empty orgy room while nothing goes on, then out to look into some rooms, nothing, after a refusal, and an attempt with a too-gentle older guy who doesn't turn me on---possibly like me, then down to the steam room again, but Sergio's there, which turns me off, so back up to the orgy room, where ARNIE'S getting fucked, and stand at various places, and there ARE a few nice people, but the evening doesn't really get started until Arnie passes me and asks if I saw the cute fellow pass, and I asked "The tall one?" and he says yes, he'll be at Tsi-Dun on Friday. We'd sort of exchanged glances, and he WAS handsome, so I saw him in the hallway, looked, and went into the now-crowded orgy room, and he followed me in, smiling, we touched, clasped, he went down on me as I got hard, we grappled for a bit, and then he asked me to his room. Fine. In, and he starts frantic motion around me: sucking on my cock and balls, pulling frantically away at himself, and I get him to lay down for some 69, but he doesn't seem to care for that, pulling me up onto his chest ass down and starts slopping away at my balls and ass, and I try to play with him, but he's too long and flexible from that angle, so back to the feet. I try standing on the bed, kneeling, he loves me sitting on his chest and playing with myself; I want to watch him but he's not really on display, going down when he's not pulling HIMSELF down, and I try sucking on his balls but he gasps in a rather studied way, and I really don't know what to DO with him. Stand, come near coming, and he keeps DIVING for my cock to make sure I don't come outside his mouth. Finally I DO reach the peak, and let him take me, and there are moments of pause while the earth stands still, and then I shoot, grating my breath in my throat, and unknown to me HE comes, and I thrust, coming, he takes his mouth away, and I grab my cock and express a few milky drops which he slurps up, and reach down to find his chest and belly full of his come, and lay on him gasping, asking if he comes like that ALL the time, and we start chatting, I ask him about whether he's the one asked to the party, and he says "Spartacus?" and I say yes, and we chat on and in the background I become aware of a repeated "Bob," "Bob," and I say, stupidly, "Bob WHO," and then the voice says "Vic?" and Vic asks "WWere ARE you?" and the gentle voice comes "Everywhere!" and I burst into helpless laughter. He was in the next room, it turns out, with a fellow from Spring Valley whom Arnie blows mindfully when he asks if he's a member of a Mystery Club, and he IS, the same one that Arnie's come down to $10 apiece for for dinner the day BEFORE he leaves for Greece with a tour at the end of May! I say I'll see Vic on Friday, and he refuses to neck, see Arnie downstairs after I canvas the place and see there's nothing else for me, watch TV for a bit while he talks with his acquaintances, and then at 10:35 we leave, and Vic kisses us goodbye, and when I ask Arnie about it, he says he's very much in love with his lover Kim, so maybe he saves necking for HIM. He's independently wealthy, the son of the most famous surgeon in New York, worked in Paris for a bit as a guide, now works in Gucci, has been very depressed, maybe committed, and consequently won't take poppers or smoke grass since it's led in the past to serous schizophrenic episodes. Strange. Out at 10:35 to see "Future Shock" and it wasn't as good a night as before (Arnie says Sergio has an enormous cock), but still acceptable for $2.50---and I forgot the soft cock, hard chest who didn't click with me in the orgy room, too. Maybe I just wasn't EAGER for sex that night, and I didn't find the CARESSES I wanted. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 4/24/74).
TSI-DUN AT G.'S
At first it LOOKS like it'll be a perfect evening: the apartment is fairly large, with a comfortable living room well lit and a bedroom that's a bit too small but with a large mirror over one wall, and there are lots of VERY groovy people around, including the one slumped in the chair next to Bob Grossman, behind whom I sit while I smoke. He leaves, offering to take Bob with him, but Bob stays off and I get stoked and go into the bedroom, to find it too much of a crowd, so I hang around until the two blonds from Florida come in, and I play with the one in back, but his cold cock doesn't respond, so I go to the kid in front, and he's got a somewhat plush body with not too much definition, but his little cock comes up VERY hard with a mushroom cap-head which has almost a SHARP cap edge with little bumps beneath, and he seems to get very excited, but then I finish kissing him and see him ramming his face into someone's ass, so THAT really turns me off. Then back and forth, spending a bit of time with Bob, and there's a BEAUTIFUL muscled brown-haired, brown-eyed, brown-skinned beauty whose body is sheer perfection, and I rub it up and down, playing and playing, kissing, lovely, but he doesn't come, finally saying he doesn't think he can bring it off, and THAT depresses me very much. There's an older fellow with a LARGE STIFF cock that I play and play with, but HE won't come, either. In and out of the living room, have a beer, avoid Arnie and Bob K. and Ted J. and fat old men, and then someone with nice eyes says "I turn him on," and asks me to his place; I agree, and then he gets turned off when I won't fuck or be fucked, so he asks "What do you like to do?" and I inanely whisper "suck," so he lies down on the mattress and I suck him off, we kiss, and that's the end of THAT. Plush blond in the kitchen is vapid; his friend keeps referring to his pectoral scars (where he had a tumor removed, obviously putting him in fear for his life) as a "mastectomy" and keeps telling his friend that "I haven't had a hard-on all night." That's what you get for not trying. Arnie leaves before I feel like it, but things get worse, not better, try a few more feels, then leave at 12:15, though it's not nearly early, but some of G.'s guests are already lying, as if ready for sleep, on the sofa. How sad and copeless I feel about the whole evening! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 4/27/74).
CLUB BATHS 3
Thinking it'll be empty getting there at 8:40, but there's a sexy-faced (poor bodied) motorcyclist checking in, and there are NO rooms left, so it IS crowded. I take off for a search of the rooms, nothing much, then into the orgy room to stand in the doorway, looking at a young-faced tall blond who comes to stand behind me in the corner, feeling my ass gently, and I reach back to a GRAND high-rising hard cock with a slippery tip that I like so much, but he has small arms and shoulders and caving-in tits to go with his marvelous legs and great cock, and we kiss and kiss (he has an upper plate that he's nervous about) and neck and neck, and I'm hard to start with, and we go down on each other, and he tries to juice himself up for my ass, but I avoid it so much I turn both of us off, and I say "I think we're not working," and he says "OK," and I go off. Down to shower, try the steam for my nose and the hot room for cruising, but nothing's going on, so I dry off---AGAIN my towel is gone from sweet-16---and go upstairs again, trying all the rooms, and there are some nice numbers, but none of the nice ones have rooms. Into the center of the orgy room for the LONGEST time, and people come and go, literally a DOZEN reach for me but I judge them to be too old, too saggy-bellied, not sexy enough, and DON'T reach out for the three or four nice ones passing, and when I touch a big-titted one, he lets me touch until I go down on his veined cock, making it hard, and then pats the back of my head and moves away. Bright-eyed Spanish type, TOO feminine, looks back and back at me, I lure him into orgy room, he asks if I have a room, and then leads me by the hand to the upstairs beds, full, downstairs beds, top empty, and I do and do and do, spitting and bleeding and scratching and taking care not to touch his ticklish body, and it's the height of absurdity as I use right hand, left hand, teeth, mouth, getting sore inner lips, and FINALLY he SEEMS to come, with not MUCH fluid, and still says I'm cute, and I go down to dress, thinking Arnie's inside, which he was, but when I'm into the TV room at 1:10 there he is, and the bright-eyed one says goodbye cheerily to me, and I can't figure WHY he liked me at ALL. And I moan to Arnie that I really SHOULD learn how to be fucked, and then to fuck, which so MANY of the lovely people would like to do with me. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 5/7/74).
CLUB BATHS 4
It's $3 on Fridays, and there's a four-hour wait for rooms, which means it's quite crowded. I'm down to the shower and there are some great hard cocks on not-so-great bodies, the one that swung WAY to the left was massively impressive. Then into the steam room and there just wasn't much going on, and I sat around dripping away, trying to inhale steam into my sinuses that had gotten so crowded that I started having a localized pain at my third eye, whether from rubbing it to do away with the wrinkle or from the mucus collected there I didn't know. Upstairs to take a look at what was available in the rooms, and not many doors were open, and none of them was attractive, so I tried the orgy room, and at first there was the overly slender black who came over to my side when I reached for him, but though his cock was VERY meaty, with those thick sliding veins running down the side of the spongy enormity, he didn't seem interested in what I was doing with him and quickly left. Around again, back in, and watched someone doing someone else, and I stood in a position I realized was anomalous: with the towel held only in front of my cock to be what I thought would be more sexy, but so many reach out for my bare ass it became clear THEY thought I was advertising the BACK rather than the front. Outside to sit around for a bit, down to the shower room again for STILL no business, though I tried someone else who moved away, and back up to see SOME cuties, but none of them responded to me, so I sat in a funk on the ledge outside the orgy room, chatted with Jeff Lampl who came down because he was too busy with his FINAL final exams (though he'll be going to Hunter for graduate work in September) to really CRUISE, so he met a cutie here, and said hello to Ed B. who barely recognized me, and chatted with Arnie. Got so turned off by my not being able to turn anyone ON that I went down and watched a bit of the Elton John TV special from 12:20 to 12:40, when Arnie came past and we left, stopping across the street so he could have some HORRIBLE brown whiting that he said was good, and DREADFULLY greasy chips that he said were just like in London, and we drove home, I confessing to being turned off, didn't even ASK how he liked it, and got home to get dejectedly to bed. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 5/29/74).
CLUB BATHS 5
Not even a sign that there are no rooms, but immediately see the humpiest attendant imaginable, and THAT sort of ruins my sights for the evening. Down to the showers and see some cute numbers, so maybe it's NOT going to be bad. Into the cooler steam room, lovelies go into the hot part, but nothing happens in there, so I'm out to the cool, cutie stands near me, I reach over, there's no necking, he doesn't seem to want to, and he never really comes up, though he has the over-hanging tits over a thin body that I like so much, but even though he lays back on the step he goes down, and then he leaves. I'm left with only the older fellow with a GREAT hard-on, so I do him, feeling rather disgusted that I only "settle" for him, then up to look around the rooms, and into the fairly empty orgy room. Try a few things, but there's really no contact, then stand against the wall and a short muscled guy starts playing with me, and I start fantasizing that he's a young doll, and he has a nice uncut downward dangle, so I suggest we find a bed, so we do, but then he just wants to fuck me, and though "Johnny" pleads very prettily, I leave quite quickly. Down to the showers again to see the little DOLL with the enormous schwantz that he keeps playing with, and some really groovy blond numbers, and then up to the orgy room and actually DO one of the groovy blond numbers, lovely body, but he doesn't seem to want to come, so he moves away. Whackers-off are temporarily fun against the wall, but it gets crowded, but then I see a nicely muscled one I'd noticed before, and I take him to bed, too, and do him, rather nice, and then he waits while I jerk myself off, coming WAY up on my tit, and then we talk about how he's just been working for two straight weeks as a manager at Man's Country, which is about to start bargain nights, but business is very good, he says. Told Arnie 12, but then said 12:30 when the crowd was nice, and the NEXT time I saw him we agreed on 1:15. I tried a few more nice ones, but they didn't want to do anything, there was NOTHING good in the rooms, I reached out for a couple who refused me, some of the CLASSICS even went untried, and I had to confess that it wasn't THAT bad when I left at 1:15. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 6/11/74).
CLUB BATHS 6
The doll of an attendant has pocked shoulders, but it just doesn't matter, he's still the sexiest of the lot. Into the shower and there's no one of interest, so I'm wandering around the rooms and into the orgy room, standing on the other side with the towel draped I guess fetchingly over one shoulder, since I get a LOT of attention. Exercises ARE good for me! A cute double starts necking madly, sag against the wall, one turns to be fucked, and BOTH hands reach over to grab ME. I start necking with the fucker, playing with his bulb, and he kisses nicely, someone else is in there supporting the fuckee, and it's quite wild. His name is Matt, and he wants to see me later. I'm standing there again and someone ELSE is being felt up, so I reach across to feel and then suck, and again a large group gathers and I sort of stand there as the whole structure gently bows into the wall. There are lots of blacks and lots of Spanish, and I make a survey of what's elsewhere, but the orgy room is best. Then see a GREAT-bodied black jerking himself off with fabulous display, so when he's back I get to him, and go down on him to have him come, then I bring myself to the point of orgasm with my hand and PRESS my cock against him, and it spasms and I freeze and he feels it and clasps me back, it spasms again and I can feel all the sensations through my whole cock, just great, and it goes on like this for a time, we kiss greatly, he smiles a dazzling smile, and then he parts, and I shakily go down to the showers. Nice people now, into the steam room for a CUTE kid doing someone, me doing him, he stopping me, and then I'm upstairs after watching a BEAUTIFUL Spanish trying to be sucked off, but they come out and shower still hard, so I guess it didn't work. Then the cute kid cruises me UPSTAIRS, so I start necking, using spit, and he's so hard he obviously hasn't come, and we take turns bringing each other up, and finally I GET to suck him off, he comes greatly, but he has to be shouted to to take me, and I gasp and shake and hands reach from all over to touch me, and I'm trembling and VERY sweaty downstairs to borrow a quarter from Arnie for a soft drink and cool down a bit, and we leave at 3, I saying how incredible it was that I came THREE times, knowing it's been so long since I'd even come TWICE in such a place as this. It IS getting BETTER!! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 6/18/74).
CLUB BATHS 7
No rooms at 10:15, and I'm down to a shower, since I hadn't showered all day (put in my contacts in the john at the restaurant), and then quickly upstairs to find there's no one of interest in the rooms, and the orgy room is totally crowded. Make my way into the middle and sit on the side of the bed until my eyes get accustomed to the purple, and then there aren't very many nice guys there at all, so I wait and wait, sometimes having to draw up my feet to avoid being stepped on in the crush, jamming my elbow into a fat dump next to me to save my territory, and then when "my" corner is vacated I take it, AGAIN getting a kissy twosome next to me that starts playing with me, going down on me, and I kiss the plumper of the two, and he's pretty awful, then I go down on the other, and he's somewhat nicer, kissing nicely, too, and I go down on him again and DO him, but then it just gets more and more crowded, and I'm so sweaty I'm down to the showers again. Into the steam room and there's a GORGEOUS short fellow with a BIG cock who's brought someone in with him, and they stand right next to me, so I reach over and twiddle his ineffable left nipple, and he seems to like that until I get up close behind him, when he pushes me away. Then I'm out to the cooler room and HE comes out then, too, and a tawny beauty comes in to stand in the corner, magnificent muscles, and shorty goes over to him and tries again for a kiss, but it doesn't get accepted at first, then he's down on him, others gather around to watch, then they start necking, and it's a real grand sight, but I get turned off by everyone watching, so I go out to the showers, Bob passes and I refer him inside, and then THEY come out to shower, so I share it with those two beauties, and dry myself watching as they soap up each other's back, hard, and I sit by the side and watch them go back upstairs, and Bob's out to say that the steam room's the only place he's gotten ANY action: the orgy room's impossible and the rooms are filled with awful people or the doors are closed, but he says he likes it much better than the Continental, so I guess we'll be going back. LOVELY set of muscles standing in the hall, and Bob says an even CUTER friend has the locker next to mine, so when I go back to SEE him, I'm disappointed to see a nice face but a rather FORMLESS muscle builder's body, and there's too much SOFTNESS and not enough CHUNKINESS for me to like, and I tell Bob so. He's amazed at our differences. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 7/1/74).
CLUB BATHS 8
In at 9:15, immediately around to the room to find no one, but then in the orgy room that thin-faced fellow again threw himself in front of me with his thick-veined cock, and I let him go down on me, then as he stood near me, someone started fucking him, which he liked, and someone else went down on him from the side, so I just leaned against the wall and played with his chest as he gourmandized MY tits, and he'd go down on me as someone was sucking on him, and there was someone fucking the person who was fucking him, and again I found myself the somewhat amused nucleus of an atom of bodies highly active in the orgy room. Then it just got too crowded and he left, and it was quiet a bit, then someone nice and curly haired was sitting on the bed next to me, so I reached down to the soft cock and teased it into a tiny upstanding thing, went down on it, someone else started kissing him, and then AGAIN there was a clump of precipitated people, some stroking me, some him, and finally HE went away before he could come, though he seemed to get very close. Then someone was standing nearby and I started in on him, but he left, and I decided I was smelly enough for a shower. Down and into the steam room, and there was a BEAUTIFUL bodied black sitting there, looking, and I reached out to find that his cock was literally curved BEHIND his thigh, but I unwrapped it and started playing with it, and he went down on me, and I delighted in running my hands up and down his massive back and around his HUGE wings under his bowling ball shoulders. Then I went down on him, but he seemed not to be on the point of coming, and he played with me for awhile, then said he was getting too hot, so I got out and wanted for the shower to clear out, showered, and made the rounds again to find no one to invite me into their room that I wanted, and got back upstairs again to the orgy room on the other side, but went back to my old post quickly. There was a doll of a tall one with big tits, and I started playing with him very slowly, he didn't like to kiss, and I went down on him until he was huge, then he went down on me, and we exchanged for a long time, though he only let me kiss his neck, and then I went down and felt his great thighs and calves, just huge, and played with his diminishing balls and toyed with his cock, but then he seemed to demand to come, and did so with volumes of come, and then I went back up and he sort of clung to me, wanting to play with me, and I could see the answering smile when I smiled at him, and whispered into his ear, "Wish I hadn't come just now so I could return the favor," and he quickly moved away. Then there was a flurry near me, and it seemed that everyone wanted to be done my me, and I obliged on someone fairly short, but he went down on someone, and I kept at it, and then HE came in my mouth, and I stood up to see a CUTE little kid standing there, and HE didn't want to kiss, but I played and sat down and did him, and he got very sweaty, and I sort of held him in my arms as he quieted down, breathing heavily, and it was nice to feel him leaning on me for support. Then I looked around and there was the CUTE kid that I'd looked at so often. Reached for his arm and he brushed me off. But he was looking at someone he liked being sucked, so I tried reaching around for his tit, but again he brushed me off. Then someone awful went down on him and he PERMITTED that, so when the someone got tired, I moved in and went down on him, and he allowed that, so I worked and worked on his tight little cock with the sharp up-curve and meaty underbelly, and worked only a few times before I heard lovely gasps above me, and the cock was rammed into the back of my mouth and then hastily withdrawn, and he allowed me to play with his front for a few moments, and then he withdrew, and I sat back feeling VERY good. Stood up again, and plumpish tanned one kept trying to rape me, but I simply didn't want to, didn't want to fuck or be fucked, and finally he went away. Then there was a scene with a black who was being done, so enormous that I was glad I wasn't on the front, but at the back looking over his shoulder at his impeccable tits and rippling my fingers over his silky-upholstered abdominals, and he kept clutching at my limp cock with his buttocks, but that wasn't my thing. Saw someone who didn't look bad from the bed, waving to me, so I climbed up to find it was the same tanned guy from before, but he kissed so strenuously that I had to keep moving away from him, and his tiny cock seemed always close to coming, so finally he demanded that I go down on him, and he did come, groaning, and I lay with him for a bit, and then I said I'd take a rain check on his promised "In a few minutes I'll be up to doing it again," and got off the bed. Then there was a TALL fellow with a NICE sexy cock with a great thick shaft that came up very hard, drawing a stubby foreskin tightly back from a taut cockhead, and we necked so nicely, I spit on his cock and squirmed it around and he helped with his own lubricant, and finally I said that we should go into the top bed again, and we did so, kissing nicely and then he wanted to 69, which led me to go down a bit, but I'd been keeping him up nicely, and finally he kept trying to stop me, but I had such fun with his slippery cockhead that he said he was coming. I stopped him twice but the third time figured he might be going down for good, so I took him, and he came and came and came as I kept down on him, and he grabbed me afterward and said that I had REALLY taught him something about love-making, and he confided that he'd come to New York from Texas 18 years ago, which placed him about a year older than me, and he looked much older in the face, but I said that he had a sexy cock and it was true. Down again, looking for more, but I'd even lost track of everyone that I HAD had, trying to count and getting nowhere. Toward the end I went toward a tall guy who wouldn't come up, and he went for a kid standing nearby, and the three of us stood there quite coolly playing with each other, but no one got excited, so I moved away, and by that time it was the 12:20 time that Arnie and I had decided to meet at, so we left. He hadn't had nearly the fun that I'd had, but I figured I was either desperate for something or my level of discrimination had just lowered, but whatever it was, there seemed to be FAR more people there who were acceptable to me, and NOW that I do the final count, it was six at LEAST that I had, and I think there was PROBABLY another cute one, and five that I didn't have to completion, though there was probably another in THAT class, too, so it was at LEAST a dozen I was with: fantastic! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 7/18/74).
CLUB BATHS 9
Shower with awful people and then up to change into my contacts, then recall that I have Paul's toothbrush and toothpaste and go find him in the steam room in the midst of LOTS of activity, but he doesn't want them, so I leave and go upstairs to find the orgy room fairly crowded, and get to the side to see someone being done who seems to have a nice chest, and I feel him, feel that he has a NICE long stiff cock, and we start necking, and necking, and NECKING, on and on and on, until it's actually an hour and more later, I've finally gotten him to shoot a MAGNIFICENT load from his great cock, and I don't even know what he LOOKED like, though I saw some youngish ones later that I could fantasize were he. Then down to the showers again, and into the steam room to see a CUTE Chinese holding himself watching someone being done, and I reach for him, he allows, brushes off everyone else, and go down on him while he's nicely moving back and forth, lovely body, and I take him and then go to the Turkish-Spitz type on the shelf, doing HIM nicely, as he comes in a strangely COOL light liquid so that I might even think he did a little piss in my mouth, but now I don't think he can do that when he's so hard. He left immediately, I showered again, persuaded Paul to stay for another hour, and then back up to stand around in the tremendous crush, try for a few other nice ones, and then someone steps out with a GREAT chest that he likes to expand for me, and I reach down to find a greased cock and cock ring upstanding before an ass which is obviously used, but he's content to play with my cock and stare at me with that strange intensity I love so much, and we work each other VERY hard, gasping and pumping and feeling GREAT with each other's arms and chests, and I look for a bed but there are none around, and then he loses the spark and leaves, and I'm very frustrated because I would really have been able to get OFF with him. There were other nice ones around: black, short, tall, mostly younger, and the crowds seem to just get better and better, so good that there are ALWAYS nice ones to go around, and I'm pushing MANY away and trying a number, so it's a very gratifying sort of evening, and I'll probably start going all of ONCE A WEEK! Though 9 times in 15 weeks is not REALLY twice a month, is it? (RETURN TO JOURNALS 7/30/74).
CLUB BATHS 10
Down immediately to see a GORGEOUS body showering, and I went through my hair-washing just as if he wasn't there, but there were about three of us beauties in the shower, rubbing to get ourselves semi-erect, and there was a circle of admirers from outside. I went into the steam room but there wasn't much doing there, so I tried one fellow, he left, and I left too. Upstairs to find no one in the rooms, to the orgy room which was pleasantly empty, and stood for a long time in one and other corner, pushing off old guys, and see someone fairly humpy standing next to me, waiting, so I reached over to his small soft cock, tried playing with it, he went down on me, I tried making a nice picture, but it just didn't work, so I moved away. A dark-haired fellow with glasses was playing with himself on the bed, so I reached over to him and it was LOVELY and hard and curved up, and I wet my palm and played and he did the same for me, and AGAIN people gathered about us on the bed, watching, so I curled around his body, we went into 69, feeling very good about it, and then I got through to him and he came, VERY well, groaning and throwing his head around, and though there were others waiting for me, I moved away. Stood on the side and a cute short fellow shoved his cock at me, so we necked and I played and played, then went down on his short stubby cock and HE came, groaning, and after I stood up there was a TALL fellow, somewhat older, but with a lovely curved ripply body, and I started playing with his body, he came to me, caressed me, almost lifted me off the ground, kissed marvelously, and I enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. Necking, with various mouths taking one or the other or, it seemed, BOTH of us, but when HE took me I got self-conscious, went down, so I went down on HIM, loving the long length of it, playing, wetting, kissing, letting my hands play along his chest, and when he came he literally curved his fabulous body around my head, letting me feel his whole torso with my ears and my hair and the back of my neck, feeling his heart beat like an animal's, and then we kissed some LOVELY total-body times, rubbing, and then there were too many people around; he moved away after a farewell kiss. Then there was another nice body nearby, and I started playing with it and reached down to find an up-turned scimitar of a cock blazingly hard parting his towel, so I started working on that, he came around so I could sit on the bed, he started kissing others, got VERY hard, and I used both hands to bring him off to a monstrous orgasm, again and again, while he thrust, shouted, weaved his torso about like a snake trying to get out of his basket, and then AGAIN enwrapped my head in his exhausted chest, which is a MARVELOUS sensation. Staggered out, dazzled by my success, but smelling my exertions, so I went down to the shower to see the SAME lovely body there AGAIN, and I rinsed off and went into the somewhat more crowded steam room, and he came IN. I stood to the side, looking at those melons on his shoulders, the filets of his biceps against his broad chest, the stacked breakfast-roll distinctness of his abdominals, and the ineffably proportioned volumes of his enormous thighs, trying not to look at his merely a TINY bit-on-the-fat-side ass which was the only step below muscle book perfection. I figured I was due for another refusal, though everyone in the place was looking at him, and I stepped over: he held his ground. I reached out a hand to his thigh, and he didn't move. I rubbed just slightly and though I could see his small cock just begin to stir, and I figured there was nothing to lose, so I reached for his cock just as his hand came out and reached for mine! With that, I started to come up, and we played with each other for a few seconds when he turned to go into the cooling-off room, making sure I was following him. He was wet and glistening with moisture, I rubbed his cock and buried my nose into the mess of flesh in front of the bridge of his shoulder muscles, but he didn't seem to want to neck, but when I backed off and wet my palm for his cock, I saw the beautiful dark eyes glisten in the dimness, saw the meat-red lips narrowly part under the black mustache, and saw the flawless skin of his forehead wrinkled in a frown of enjoyment as I rubbed his cock. Since he didn't care to neck, I went down on my knees at his cock, feeling his strong hands ruffling through my hair, and I ran my hands up over his hairless arms, feeling the width of his forearms, the nooks of his inner elbow, the flex of his biceps, into the marvelous thickness of his chest and those huge cream puffs of breasts, though his nipples weren't hard, and then around the back to feel the huge masses of muscle flexing under the working of my mouth. Stood up, while he tired to get me off, tongue between white teeth contrasting strongly with those flaming red lips, and then there was a fuss about a black trying to force a little white, and attendants were there to throw him out, and the spark was gone, and he left, and I was sorry he didn't neck, and again was puzzled by the unique feel of the muscle builder's body: as if the skin were permanently welded to the fleshy parts below, so that there was no feeling of SKIN but only of MASSIVENESS on the bones, a beefy feel that was stimulating without being truly a feeling of BEAUTY. But it was a marvel to LOOK at. Shower again and look around the rooms, this time finding a kid lying on his back, so I went in and started running my hands up and down his body, and when I felt under the towel the sharp upward hook of his cock, I shut the door, took off my towel, and reached down, for him to take my neck and plant a soft kiss on my lips. Better and better! Next to him in bed, kissing in the most affectionate manner, first under light, then lights off, then the lights came back on so "I can look at you," as he put it, and his lineless face and small bright eyes made me think of a sexy 20-year-old, and his light naïve voice hinted even younger, and he made the most outrageous compliments about my kissing, my body, and my smile, and I enumerated his eyes, his kissing, and his cock, and we got along famously. Kissing, sucking, he exclaimed about my being so HARD, while his cock was adamantine between my rubbing fingers. He had to stop me every so often, though every time I sucked on him he had enough leeway to flex so that I could feel each vein harden in my mouth, so that I could tongue the ridges of his cock, producing long sighs from him, then go back up to hug full-body while he granted small puppy yelps of pleasure, smiling up or down or sideways at me, ruffling my hair, which was something I could do since my first palm on the crown of his head revealed the lifeless mat of a wig. Every so often it slipped, and he'd straighten it, trying to make it look as if he was brushing his forelock aside, and it was all I could do to stop from talking about it, in part remembering the AWFUL change it made WITHOUT the wig for the fellow on the Island. His funny little belly stood out over his narrow hips, but the cock just went on and on, harder and harder, and I loved playing with it, he loved me playing with it, and went down on me, saying he wanted all of that. After about an hour or 90 minutes of this, he started to say he wanted to come, so I was playing more strongly with his cock, licking and sucking hard, and said that I was perplexed: "I couldn't decide whether to kiss or to take him." He smiled and said I should do as I wanted, and I enjoyed looking down at him at the point of maximum arousal, cock straight up---curved up---against his stomach, eyes intense in the light, looking at me, wanting to devour me as I wanted to consume him, then he strangulated a "Kiss me," and I did, and I could feel him pumping for the orgasm, and I tightened my hand and just rode along, while he looked up at me in agony, wanting to come, and as his face reached a peak of sensation, eyes frowning wide at me in desire, I moved down to kiss him and as our lips met I could feel the throb in his cock that was immediately followed by an almost-sound of come shooting up his body and forcing its way past our locked chins to lodge fully in my ear and his hair, and then he spasmed again and again, wetting my hand and his belly, marvelous feelings, and he gasped, tearing away from the kiss to roll about on the bed, and I went down on him as he almost screamed with pleasure, trying to stop me, rolling about on the bed, a REAL orgasm, and I came back to smile with wonderment at what he'd given me, kiss him again, and fall atop him at his encouragement to CRUSH him with a hug and a kiss. We chatted then about his roommate, the pilot, his house in Jersey, his nice car that he didn't want wrecked on the streets of Brooklyn Heights, his beach house in Asbury Park, and we talked on and one, and the second time I look at his watch it STILL said 11:45, so I thought it might be later, so I went out, tearing myself away from him, smiling at his demand that I come right back or he'll kill me, and find that it's 12:50, but Rolf is sitting in the TV room, waiting, and I say that I'll be about 10 more minutes, but if he wants to go, he can, since he's getting up early in the morning, and I tell him about my 20-year-old with a wig, and he smiles, and I get back up at 1:03 to set his watch, which he'd dropped on the floor, and try to decide how we can see each other again. He doesn't want to come to the Heights, never rides the subways or the tubes, and doesn't seem too eager to tell me how to get to his place. He mentions he's suntanned from sailing, then I see the line, and then I suggest we can always meet here next week, but finally all he says is that he'll take my telephone number and call me, saying that it doesn't do for the pilot to get calls from his friends while he's home, but that he's away for 5 days at a time, so he might call me to invite me out, or may get in touch for next Tuesday. I say we should exchange numbers and he looks through his Swissair bag, we talk about losing engines in various airplanes, he likes to travel, hopes never to travel with me when I lose an engine, and we agree to go downstairs for the pencil and paper. He follows me out, hardly wanting to look at me, stops in the john, where his back is rather that of an older person, and when he puts his glasses on, he seems to grow a mustache also, so that he's at least 30, but still with sexy shoulders and pectorals, and a cock that just won't stop. How about that: forgot that we started necking again, he came up, I came up, and he started working on me, so I started straining, he loved feeling my body tense, kept kissing and looking frantically down as his hand worked away at my cock, and I strained, gasping for breath, and then SHOT out a load with PLENTY of advance notice if he wanted to go down, but he stayed up, kissing, while I squirmed all over myself, so he didn't want to take me THAT much. I tried working with him, but he seemed oversensitive, stopping me a few times with an anguished expression on his face, and finally we decided we'd try it some other time: IF he decided to call me! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 7/31/74).
CLUB BATHS 11
Showered earlier, so I'm directly around the rooms, finding nothing, and up to the orgy room, wait for a long time before I find anyone who wants me, and try a few who don't want me, but there's a lot of VISUAL stimulation: an older fellow is working up his VERY long cock sitting on the bed watching the cutie next to him, and a slender fellow with good bumpy-ripplies lies on his back and plays idly with his hard self, but then lies on his stomach as he wants to get fucked, so I'm glad I didn't reach for him. A young kid brushes my arm with a "How's it going?" and we start to fondle each other, and he's slender but VERY upstanding, and he seems almost ready to come when I go down on his cool dry cock, and his balls are so tight that I just play and play as he breathes very heavily, and back up to neck nicely, and then down again, playing around his legs, and he comes with enormous groans, people gathering around, and then he wants to take a shower, so we go downstairs together, he says what his name is, but I've forgotten, and after we wash, he goes and gets another hard-on in the side room, so I'm down on him again, and he crawls to the top shelf and I have fun doing him, and then out to wash off again. Back upstairs, hair drippy and stringy, and stand for awhile in the crowded place, then try for a youngster with a butch face, but he seems to accept the affection and turn away from having his cock played with, but later I see him and another young one going at it, so I move to sit next to them, when the young one tires of sucking, I put MY mouth into the fray, butch-face looks at me carefully, passes me, and I suck him to completion, he leaves, and then I work on his PARTNER, larger and tackier of skin, and he can't come standing up, so he leads me to a corner of the bed, lies down, and I do him very well there, and again there are others lined up for my services. See a mustached beauty with muscles who pushes away lots of guys, and I stand and go near and start rubbing, and he lets me do it, and the charm of the place is STILL working, but when I go down on him he doesn't get his large cock hard, so he moves away, I try, maybe getting, a few other taller ones, and there's lots of chains of fucking and sucking, very visual in the orgy room, and Arnie doesn't think it's THAT great, but says the crowd IS rather young, and there are fewer dirty old men than there were before. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 8/10/74).
CLUB BATHS 12
We're downstairs, that never happened to me before. For all his cuteness of face, I just can't get excited about Michael's body. His freckled pouter-pigeon chest tapers down to a waist that he seems always to be holding in, and there are funny flabby lines about his belly below his unexciting navel. When he turns, his cock is quite pale, with a large head, cut, on a shaft that dwindles to a smallness near the root---it might grow a lot, and later when I saw him, he seemed to have a nice length under his towel, but I just wasn't turned on by him, much as I wanted to be. Into the shower and find there's NO one in the steam room, so I'm around the halls to the orgy room, which is crowded, but I make my way into the middle and seem unable to find ANYONE who's interesting. A number reach for me but I just don't care for them. Then to the side and sit, and there's a nice body that cuddles up against me, and I reach for the cock, and it's quite hard, and I play with it for awhile before it comes, and then there's someone else right there, very pleasantly muscled body, and I run my hands up and down his ripples and smooth legs before finding that his cock has warts on it, which makes it somehow dirty to the touch, but he comes up strongly, starts doing someone else, who starts sucking on me, and we're pushed onto the bed in a threesome that goes until he shouts at me to go slow, and then he comes with a GREAT spurt, and it's gratifying to see what I had: a gorgeous guy who lots of others tried after me, and I got the first shot. Then there was a small fellow who stood near me, simply adorable small body with great tits, and almost hairless genitals that I play with: small but very smooth and erect. I play and play and without a murmur he presses into me and shoots a great load, and by this time I'm sweating so much I go down and shower again, then try the steam room, Michael in the outer room, and then upstairs to find it too crowded. A young fatty finds me attractive, but I play with his cock until he scratches me with his ring, and after that I don't seem to be able to come up for anyone, including a doll who necks with me with a popper around his neck, and some other nice ones, so finally I decide nothing more's going to happen, and I leave Michael behind for "more action" and leave at 1:30, after watching a bit of David Bowie on the TV. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 8/26/74).
CLUB BATHS 13
I try someone in a room but he doesn't get hard and he's fatter than he looked from the doorway, so I settle for the orgy room. Crowd doesn't look so hot until I see a cute overhanging chest that I start feeling, and he comes up nice and hard with a little cock, and he uses a good hand on me, so we look for a bed, but the place is too crowded to move, and we're just lucky to have a bed right near us (under the fan) vacated. Up and kiss very nicely, feeling his stubbly shoulders and chest from where he's shaved, and he seems to like my body, and his belly is rather fleshy, but the thighs are hairy and thick and sexy, so I have fun with them, and then his cock is quite ready to come, so it's exciting. I'm about to come when I get him off first, and then we lay together, sweating, kissing lightly, and he wants to get me off, so I get him excited, we flap each other around, saliva and sweat making slippery, and he DOES manage to bring me off, and I cuddle against him, gasping, others around remarking (which is getting more prevalent, don't care for it), and then he comes again, which is pleasant, and we start talking. His name is Ron, again, and I look quickly to make sure it isn't the same person. He's a "warbler and hoofer" and he translates that to "song and dance man" having been "Mi" in "The Sound of Music" when he was a kid, and dancing in Sweet Charity. He's got the idea that I'm young and beautiful, so when he seems me in the light he's rather turned off (he'd kept saying how stoned he was, as if to pre-excuse himself for not caring for me afterward), and he's older than I thought, too, but the body's still nice. Wander around in the showers and steam room again, not really feeling like doing much, and then stand under the light and let a kid caress me, and he's hard and wanting to come, so I'm down on him, he starts necking with someone, someone goes down on HIM, so I have this immediately neighboring head bobbling up and down next to MY head going up and down, quite a trip, and after GREAT endurance he comes, and he thanks me for my endurance because he was "determined" to come. Then the crowd evens out to nothingness, Arnie's ready to go, so we do, and it's a BIT better than last time, anyway. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 8/28/74).
CLUB BATHS 14
So crowded when we enter that we both have to share the same locker, and someone who comes in later says that there's a line waiting for lockers, let alone rooms. One of the attendants says something about an extension, which would be a great idea. Inside, the showers are busy with people lined up three deep waiting to get in. I switch to contacts after showering and put the case in the bottom of the locker, to have them vanish, not in Michael's things, not in mine, and not turned into the Club desk. Strange. Notice a number of very tall persons, one VERY tall with a slender body and small cock, the other about 6'3" with a beautiful dark face and lovely body with accentuating lines of short curly hair for his long-limbed torso and smooth skin and semi-hard cock. Into the steam room to a lot of activity, but no one's very good looking, so I'm around the rooms to find no one, then into the orgy room to find the most crowded conditions ever, almost impossible. But as the tides move, areas open, and I find myself in the center with people filing past, and the tallest one passes and reaches out for me, so we feel each other, neck for a bit, and he kisses nice and shyly, very gently, but not terribly avidly, and he's quite hard after I wet my palm, so I go down on him, feeling up his long, long body, and he comes rather quickly, and then I'm back on my feet kissing him, and he moves off. I'm to the side, sitting, and the next-to-tallest doll comes in, and I reach for him, but he moves further in, so I follow, caressing his fabulous lines and bulks of muscles, but he's not interested in necking, so I go down on him and he begins necking with someone else, and I do him very gently, lovely cock, enjoying running my hands up and feeling his gently swelling pectorals and the extraordinary long lines down his torso, and he comes in my mouth, then continues to neck, and I try doing the black he's necking with, but the black is done by someone sitting next to me who moves across me to get to the big black cock. Then it's just too crowded and I'm downstairs for another shower and check with Michael in case he want to go at 1, but we agree to meet at 2, even though he has a yoga class this morning at 10:30, and then has to meet someone for lunch [he later tells me he got home at 5:30AM!]. Into the steam room and there's a cute kid standing, sweating, and I reach out for him but he gives me the strangest sideways smile that seems to say "Aw, gee, you really don't want to touch me now, do you?" So I stop, but then someone comes up and starts a frontal assault, and he tolerates that, so I start feeling up his body, pleasantly tiny-nippled, and he suffers it until the other fellow can't get him hard and he shoos everyone away. Into the anteroom and them back to the orgy room for a shortish fellow whyo attacks me, and then starts necking with sharp teeth and a strong jaw so that I feel like his mustache and tooth-shards are actually ripping into my skin. We work around each other, finding a vacant lower bunk that gets completely enclosed with people, making it night-black, and we go at it until finally he comes when he doesn't want to, and we neck a bit more gently and I say that I should take a shower. Out to wander the rooms, and people are standing in corners, grouped about the public beds on the sides of the halls, lounging around the showers, still very crowded at 2. I see a blond with nice curly hair and a somewhat rounded body checking into a corner room, and peek in to see a queen-size bed with only him on it, and when I reach for the cock I can't help but see the belly-scars from some kind of accident, but he comes up very hard and sucks on me nicely, so he shuts the door, removes my towel, and we slip into a comfortable 69. His cock curves strongly upward, but when I'm sucking it, he thrusts so firmly that I actually hear a crack from the base of his cock, but he just gets harder, and we wrestle together, rolling around and around, me mainly trying to get his finger out of my ass, and we neck only a moment before going back to sucking furiously away. With his concentration on my ass, I go down, and finally he stops sucking me so I can work on him, and I go with hands and cheeks and mouth and lips and tongue, going and going, until finally he comes with a great roar after about 45 minutes, and when we finish the bed is wet with the sweat from my exertions to get him off. This tires me, and I decide to leave at 3:30, saying goodbye to Michael who's holding hands in the lounge with a cute Spanish kid whose name is something like Skipper. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 9/9/74).
CLUB BATHS 15
In at 10:30, and it's not nearly so crowded as it was a week ago Friday. Shower and put on my contacts, after following someone into the steam bath who was so cute, but nothing happened. Then around the rooms, again nothing, and into the orgy room in the middle spot to stand and brush off hand after hand after hand. I was getting fussier and fussier when I decided I had to see what was going on in the showers to get myself out of my picky mood. Down for some muscular blacks, and in to see a cute kid on a shelf with a hard-on, and I reach for it and do it and do, but he's long in coming, someone goes down on me until I go down, and then finally he comes with a combination of fantasy and straining on his part, and then I'm into the cooler room to sit for a long time, then back upstairs again. Stand on the side, and the long-cocked faggot PR in a red slip keeps saying "Que pasa?" to everyone who passes him who looks Spanish, and I refrain and don't go up to him to spit "How can you expect to get anyone when you act so faggoty?" If he doesn't know, no one's going to be able to tell him. Reach for the tit of a muscled guy, and he pushes me away, but as I've tried before, I sat quietly next to him and reached for his COCK, which quickly got smally hard and nicely up-curved, and I did him while dozens gathered around and touched him and me. I don't understand, except that they just want SEX and that's it. Then a cute kid makes me reach out my hand, and I start sucking one of the strangest ones of all: uncut, but with lots of foreskin and a head that's so small and cut into that I think it's almost eroded. His putting out small bits of fluid makes me think he's bleeding, too, and I try and try, with tongue and hands, and finally he comes, too, and I'm about ready to go when the fabulously muscled black stands next to me, and I feel his supple tool covered with veins and skin, but it doesn't get harder, even though I palpate his faultless tits, running my hands down his great back and onto his heavily-veined thighs, but he just doesn't get hard, so finally we mutually turn away from each other. The center bed was wrecked by first one and then THREE guys sleeping there, and I can't resist pushing on one or the other of them, but they just turn over and continue sleeping. Awful. Leave at 2:15. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 9/18/74).
TSI-DUN AT B.'S
Peter G. turns out to be the porno-mail name of Keith B., who owns the house by himself, except that tall gray-haired blue-bow-tied-cock Walter is a friend who's going through a divorce and is staying at his place on weekends. The colored lights glimmering through the night air make the place look enormous, and we get onto the deck to see 'Welcome Tsi-Dun" on the blackboard, and about a dozen people are nude already around the place, but with Ralph M. welcoming people, someone named Fritz being nude and ugly and vocally-accented intruding on lots of conversations, and the two hosts are not the jewels of youthful beauty, there's nothing much to start with. Get a beer and go down to watch the beautiful reflections of solitary ripples from the glass-smooth pool surface onto the peaked ceiling, examine the lovely terrariums with fruitful greenery inside, and go back to discover that it's a round house with the fireplace in the exact center, the round open area around that is acting as the hallway, and off the 160E living room is a 30E study, a 40E orgy room, a 50E bedroom that's closed most of the time, and then a 40E bathroom and a 40E part of the living room that's more of a connecting way to the kitchen. Have some sangria and grass after things get started, but that almost puts me to sleep, so I rest in a chair for a bit and then get going again. When Dave came in, Rolf and he started talking about racing sailboats, and I joined in the conversation just to be close to tall, muscled Dave. Then when I went into the orgy room and brushed off a number of unpleasanties, Dave came in and we reached for each other, and his small cock was quite hard, and though his body was padded a bit too much with a soft-fatty layer overlaying his muscles, his definition was still fun to play with, his stomach was nonexistent, his legs were nice, and his shoulders and biceps were marvelous to feel, and he even kissed rather nicely. We lay together on the floor under the window, while others brought in their hands and their mouths in various unpleasant ways, and then we tried 69, Tony jammed his fingers up Dave's ass, and then we stood while Dave turned around and literally pushed my cock up his ass. I was excited enough by him that I could feel the stiff rod down the center of my dwindling cock trying to penetrate him, and I could FEEL myself in him, FEEL myself trying to slip back and forth, but it was a dry constricted feeling, rather like coming into a handful of cotton batting, so it wasn't positive enough to keep me hard, and I had to turn him around and neck for a bit to get him and me excited again and then he promptly turned around to try it again. Then, when someone reached out for him, I left to smoke another pipe. John W. had talked very flatteringly with me when I remarked about his double-popper necklace, and I later got his card for some of my affairs, but we never got together. There WERE a number of nice ones: Richard who lived upstairs from Tim B. and was the host before (R.?) was blond and fetching, and there was a Danny from Baltimore with a lovely mustache and an incomparable back and calves that I looked at with desire the next morning, and there was another somewhat plushy person with a nice face and arms that I could have handled, but otherwise the crowd was rather unpleasant. Paul and I nodded to each other, Steven and I avoided each other, Arnie wasn't around at ALL, and I scarcely ran into Bob and Rolf, except when Rolf oiled up Joe F. and started wet-fucking him, which was quite stimulating. People were starting to bed down in the living room on the cushions, and when I started searching for a place, the orgy room seemed to be continuing as that, the dressing room was already full, and then Walter said "There's a trailer out back which sleeps 8, and I don't think it's full yet." So I took my blanket and went out through the wet grass and light drizzle to the trailer, found two and two and two in three beds, and lay down in the spare space on the lower one to find that the person against the wall was Arnie. Fell asleep even without earplugs, and didn't wake as various people went in and out. Woke at last at dawn, about 7, and wandered into the house to shower and brush my teeth before the crush for the bathrooms started, and Keith and Walter were wandering around cleaning up a bit, as was the shaved-headed guy who tried to make out with me last night, and he seemed OLDER in the dark than he actually was. I enjoyed sitting in the chair watching the people wake, turn over, encounter the person next to them, and start in on hazy-morning sex. Hard cocks got up to get cigarettes; the sounds were coughs, slurps, gentle conversation from the hosts, and people blatting shit into the toilets. Blowing noses, yawning, one or two sneezes completed the audio spectrum, and even with all the poppers being used, the smell was still primarily wood burning and forest freshness. Scanned the bedrooms to see that Bob was sleeping with Richard with whom he came, and Rolf was above them in the bed in his sleeping bag. He'd come to me about 2 to say that he thought the place and people were FABULOUS, and Joe F. liked him a lot, and even called me the next day to make me give his number to Rolf. Bob was groaning that he hadn't slept, and he said that Paul SAID he had a full car, but only three of them went out to it on the previous evening, when they left. I watched people getting up, having slept in MOST obscene positions, blankets pulled up to expose asses and cocks, and when the bedroom cleared out, I went in to lie down, Steven came in and we talked as briefly as I could make it, and then Dave wandered in to look through Vector, and I said I thought he had a great body, but wished he didn't turn himself around all the time. I played with his arm until he dropped down to kiss me, and we started a marvelous necking-69 session that got me hot enough to stretch out and come for the only time of the session, and though I worked on him as hard and soft as I could, he just said he was sore and didn't come at all. We necked for a bit, others came in, we had some breakfast of pancakes, orange juice, and coffee, and people started dressing to leave. Dave and Rolf talked and talked, Arnie was out in the trailer with someone else, and Bob was eager to leave from 9. I went out to look at all the fungus on the dead birches and the brown-scrolled thin fungus on dead trees, all the moss-covered rocks that made farming impossible, sandy soil, new-green still fresh in the drizzle, and then about 11 Rolf was finally calling to me from the car. Dave kissed us all goodbye, and Rolf said he'd be a partner in their buying up a REITS. Bob came back with us: Rolf drove him home. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 11/4/74).
CLUB BATHS 16
Though the floor was crowded there were very few people in the showers or steam rooms when I went in the first time, and when I went into the maze I was very saddened to find that most of the maze area was in pitch blackness, so that you had to feel along the wall (or along old sagging bodies) to find just which way to go. There were some lighted areas that I tried standing in, but everyone I reached out for turned away, and everyone who reached out for me was turned away by me, and every time I left in disgust and saw some groovy number heading in, I tried to follow and then totally lost them, and ended up going back to see what the OTHER section was like. Lots of doors open but everyone was laying on their stomachs! Up to the old orgy room and even the tiny insufficient red light in the ceiling had been turned off. There weren't that many people there, but you just couldn't tell what they looked like at ALL, and though they took the curtains down from the doorways, there just wasn't enough light to make it interesting. Back down to the showers and there wasn't anyone I wanted to touch, so I returned to the maze and stood for a long time in one of the lit areas, getting more and more depressed by the awfulness of the crowd. THIS was the sort of crowd I'd always EXPECTED to be here and was pleasantly surprised when the crowd was better. Now the averages were settling in. Into the end of the maze for the three beds together under the overhead red lights, and it just wasn't sexy at all, and everyone hovering around the edges was awful, and there appeared to be nowhere good available to stand. I tried sitting on the edge of the bed, but the lighting was so unflattering and the people were so unflatterable that after sitting for a long time I just got up and LEFT, there wasn't any point in standing around. Stood under the single light at the entrance for a bit, but everyone who was nice who went in got lost, and everyone who reached for me, saying "You look lonely," was disgusting, and finally I went to look at all the lovely faces and not-so-lovely bodies around the TV set, and got so fed up with my dislike of the place that I just undressed and left, disgusted with myself and them and Arnie and everyone there. Home and smoked and dropped off to sleep. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 11/18/74).
THE WALL STREET SAUNA 1
Find it almost in a dream of smoking, thankfully NOT troubled by my cold any time during the evening, but since there was no one I even KISSED, there was no danger of my spreading it to anyone! Up in the elevator with an older sexy guy, then Tony tries to put me into a locker with John and Arnie, and I say "Is that really necessary?" and finally he gives me locker 31, which I can't find at all, since it's right in the middle of the room. The good couple are there, but the blond looks fairly awful, his body sagging and his eyes red and his hair sticking out like cactus-hairs stiffly. Walk around the "ground" floor (11) and there's the entrance desk, a bathroom-sized shower for one, with sink and toilet, a well-lit side room that no one's using, a refreshment room where Bob G.'s sitting, saying what an awful crowd it is, where they open the window every so often to get another case of beer from the fire escape, their fridge, and two strange alleys of tiny rooms, totally floored in polyfoam covered with a black plastic covering that slides all over the place---but there's NO light in some and too-bright lights in others, no one waiting singly, and some fucking goes on in them later. Then upstairs, where you're not to take beer, there are funny mazes of athletic equipment, then a central area where they show slides, people lean up against a padded railing, with a fairly large orgy room behind that, but most of the time someone else, and then I, was blocking it so it could barely be used. Behind THAT was another area of small rooms, equally unused, and then a curtain into an orgy room, which was side-lit by the reflections of slides on the wall, and the short awful guy who bitched about the great music at M.'s bitched about the light showing into the room. At first, too, it's quite cold, and I sit and commiserate with Bob for a bit, then Arnie corners me to start talking about business, and then I follow someone who looks cute, but he gets swallowed up, and I try and try, but only suck a thin young fellow twice, rather good cock, and a young plump kid for a bit, with a funny constricted foreskin and head, but neither of them come, and I feel perfectly shitty again with no one to neck with, so I leave before things get worse. Next AM find that someone took a $5 bill from my wallet! (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/11/74).
CLUB BATHS 17
I was glad I showered, since I figured Rolf would choose one or the other: either going to the Club Baths or coming over for slides, and figured if he were coming over for slides there'd be enough time later to change my filthy sheets, so I only shave and wash my hair, and he calls and says he'd like to go to the baths "Unless you'd rather come here for slides," says I, "Well, you suggested the baths first, so that's what you want," says he, not knowing that I'd ACTUALLY wanted him to come over first, but didn't have the nerve to ask him without offering him the choice of the baths first and THEN coming here. He's also interested in earning $60,000 in a year in Alaska: he says they pay $12 an hour for skilled laborers, with time and a half for everything over 8 hours in a day, and double time for Sunday, and their WORK schedule is FIVE weeks on (12 hours a day, seven days a week) and then THREE weeks off. So of the 84 hours a week, 12 are on Sunday at $24 an hour for $288; 32 of the remaining 72 are at $18 an hour for $576; 40 are at $12 for $480, making a total of $1344 a week, or $6720 for the five weeks, of which there could be seven in a year, for $47,040 for the year. Anyway, I finish with getting ready at 10:05 and he's not here yet, so I smoke some grass, get to feeling good, and when he's still not here at 10:10, some more grass gets smoked, and when he buzzes my bell I'm in a fine state. Down to his car and direct him to Houston, though we pass First and find ourselves at Avenue A somehow, and he talks about watching some man's underwear rubbing, which completely eludes me. Anyway, we're there to a confusion of money, but it MAY have worked out OK or I MAY have paid $1 extra, but I had a $10 and EITHER 4 or 5 ones, though it may have been 5 since I was thinking of paying for the $4.75 locker with them until Rolf's tones indicated he wanted me to SHARE the cost of a room ($8.75) plus a locker ($4.75, or $13.50) with him, so I gave him the $10, got back $5 in singles, and then gave him MORE singles, leaving me with 3 singles and 504 in my pocket, and Rolf said he paid $3. So I paid EITHER $10.50 (and it would have been correct) or $11.50, and he would have gotten an extra $1, but I don't think he INTENTIONALLY rooked me. Rolf takes the locker and gets my room number, and I undress and meet him in the shower, and we agree to meet at 12 to exchange keys, since it's now 10:30. I wander the halls to see no one, into the maze to feel cold and see no one, so I'm back to the steam room to warm up, playing with a fat-bellied black simply because he's the best thing yet, but then he leaves and others don't interest me, so I'm out to shower and roam again. There are a few young thin blonds with glasses and mustaches who are attractive, and come close to some of them in the orgy room, and one lets me go down on him, but then brushes me away. Later, a nicely muscled fellow comes in, everyone reached for him, I go down on him and he permits it for a bit, not even bothering to suck in his gut while I suck on his cock, and then HE gets turned off by everyone around and moves away, patting me on the head. Around and around, moving quickly, and in the darkroom approach a tall young blond who won't neck, but who gets VERY hard and then goes away, saying "I'll be back in a minute." Wait, but he's not back, and brush off an awful old guy. To the other side and someone reaches out of the darkness to touch me, and I permit it in order to reach out for a cutie who's passing, but when he breaks away, I do too. The maze is almost empty, the orgy rooms are full only one at a time, but still there's enough of note to make looking pleasant. The blond bearded cutie is back with the pretty pecs and long cock, and I go down on him to have him come this time, after instructing me to squeeze his balls hard, and it's a LOVELY come and a GREAT cock, but after I finish and before I start I try nuzzling with him, and he refuses. Pity. But he says thanks. Then an older muscled fellow comes along and I swing on him for awhile, but don't complete. Then another young kid comes along and permits me to finish with him, coming with that marvelous easiness of someone new to the baths and impressed with my mouth. He doesn't cuddle either. Down to a shower because I'm feeling tacky, and exchange keys with Rolf at 12, and he says he's fucked someone in the orgy room and is feeling content, but doesn't want to leave, so we should meet at 1:30 in the TV room. OK. Around and around again, stopping in on the cute blond with glasses, but he says he's too stoned to do anything. Back to the lit orgy room and take after a kid with a great face, good tits, and an appalling stomach, but his cock comes up until he crouches down to do someone else, and then it vanishes. People reach for me and I move away, I reach for a couple and they move away. From the showers I'd seen a tall fellow with LOVELY shoulders and arms and AGAIN a pot, but when he's into the orgy room I attack him, HE doesn't want to kiss, and I go down on the huge cock under the huge stomach and play and play, and he even refuses to lie down on a BED! He finally comes, and I'm beginning to wonder who I've lost track of. There's another, I think and I'm back on the muscled one, getting him, too, and it's back to the fantasy: anyone I try for, I can get with persistence. Back to the darkroom and find the tall blond there again, and reach for him. He's totally soft, but I get him up, others start reaching for him, and he pulls away. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I don't like everyone watching," he says, and I curse the fact I don't have the room key. "Let's go on the bed," I say, and he surprises me: "Want to come to my room?" "Sure." Get looked at being led down the hall by the young tall blond handsome kid, and he's got the light directed toward the ceiling (it's broken, actually), and we cuddle for a bit, and he's ALMOST affectionate, but seems to draw some kind of line, and then he's into his fantasies: "Stand above me," he demands, jerking on his own cock, and he gets very turned on, he says, saying "I had the fantasy you were going to piss on me." and he said he'd never had it before, never had it done before, but the thought of it turned him on. We work on each other, and finally I come in a great shower which he just loves, but doesn't touch it. Then I try to get him to come, try and try and try, GREAT cock, but finally I come again and he HASN'T, and he suggests a shower, and it's 2:50, I see Rolf going down for a shower, I can't resist saying I'd had the blond, whom Rolf is "unalert" enough not to recognize, and we leave at 3:10, I watching a piece of "Random Harvest" that leads me to watch the end from 3:30 to 3:50 at home, Ronald Coleman becoming "Smitty" and Greer Garson "Paula" in front of the little cottage in Devon where they'd been so happy. Bed REPLETE & happy. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 12/18/74).
WALL STREET SAUNA 2
Tony seems to give me the same locker right in the center of the hallway, and there are some passable people wandering around. I get up to the orgy room at a time when there's a light on, and I see that the bed is empty, so I crawl against the wall, protecting myself against the cold by putting my towel between the cold plaster and my back, and people wander past that I refuse until a long-haired fellow stands nearby with what looks in the dimness to be a nice body, and I feel him over, and though he has a short cock, his body and chest are nice enough that I get very interested in what I'm doing, suffering someone alongside me on the bed to try to get me, but it doesn't work. Finally get him to come off strongly, and then try to keep him around so that we can neck, but he gently and firmly pulls away, and I try to remember the square frame of hair around his shoulders, but I never see him again. There's a line waiting for me, but I shoo away the next few, but then a black keeps trying and trying, and I reach for the cock to find a mass of cock, turning down, and what feels like three balls that becomes even more confusing as he gets more excited, and finally I'm pressing both balls into his crotch along with a sizeable yoni, and he bends downward enough so that I can agitate him by pressing upward, and then HE comes, but moves away quickly, and then I decide to try someplace different. Down to the lounge and sit, and there's a CUTE kid with a neat body sitting there giving me the eye, and I decide to go back upstairs, but see a neat body standing with glasses on, and I try necking, and he's very affectionate, though not very expert in his youthful kissing, and I go down on his great stiff cock, playing with it, he plays with me, and finally he comes too VERY nicely, and I caress him for a bit, then he goes out and I'm following when I see ANOTHER guy with glasses, just like him. Amazing. Then in the hall pass a cute kid that I reach out for, and while we're necking a SECOND cute short muscled kid comes along, and we're into a side room that seems lighter than most, and I'm kissing and sucking one while he's being fucked by the other most graphically: feet over shoulders, ass WAY off ground, and he finally comes, while about five others perform sexually on the periphery. That's when everyone vanishes, and it's 7 pm already. (RETURN TO JOURNALS 2/4/75).