Club Bath Miami - 1980
Miami 1980. I had come up from a visit to the Caribbean region. I was heading to Canada but deviously scheduled a stop-over in Miami for two nights. My home country did not have Gay Bath Houses in that era, so I was lusting after some MM action as soon as I could hit the USA.
It was evening by the time I booked in to the hotel and hoped I would find a Club Bath somewhere - I looked up the name "Club Bath" in the phone book, and to my erectile delight found one only about ten or fifteen miles away, so I called for a cab and gave an address some distance from the gay sauna rather than actually specify the Club Bath address.. Stupid or what!
The trouble being, I was still very coy about revealing my sexuality, even to a totally fucking anonymous taxi driver.. Looking back now, thirty-six years later, I can see that I was rather "green".
When the cab arrived at the address I had given, the cabby asked, "Is this it?" - Of course I didn't have a damned clue where we were anyway - so I sort of spluttered and said something like "Ummm.. err.. I guess so." Well, he was a really decent fellow and was most concerned - At first he wouldn't let me out of the cab. It was a very rough run down looking district and thinking back - if I was totally wrong in my directions or what if the Club Bath had closed down !! No cellphones in 1980, no call box on that street. I was mugging bait or worse for sure.
Anyway - I have since been described as a risk taker -- I tend to think I am just bloody stupid - Off I went walking up a darkened street till I found the place...
Wow, it was good - similar set up to Club Bath Toledo, Ohio 1969 - (see Encounters.."The Greyhound Trip") but, of course more modern and tropical - and as I recall even with an outside section.
I was 40 years old - but looked more like 30, with a ripped body due to my occupation in the oil industry and a well tanned torso having just been in the Caribbean for a few weeks... Yummy arse, yummy penis, reeking of testosterone. But my British accent was the absolute clincher.
It came as a bit of a shock, while walking through a blacked out maze - to have a lubricated penis shoved up my rectum in one single thrust. That was a very different experience, a mobile 'on the hoof' fuck - we carefully stepped along in unison, fortunately it was a very long penis up my behind - so we remained connected as we continued to travel through the maze, sort of like elephants in a circus street parade - linked by pulsating flesh. I never did lay sight on my semen donor - he disappeared into the gloom after servicing my colon.
Then later, while passing an open door, I got called into a luxury room.. An old guy - LOL - probably 60 !! That was old when you are 40.. He was laying back on a big queen sized bed (and of course the mattress was very firm.) The scene presented was sort of like a Roman Emperor in a Hollywood movie.- there was another guy up on the bed with him.. about my age - and I was invited to take part in giving the Emperor a double penetration.
Fucking awesome !! It was 1980 so we bare backed him... The feeling of another hard penis against mine, rubbing, shoving, the pulsing of blood in penile artery against penile artery - our glans sliding past each other as our deep shafting went out of sync. Two iron-hard rods confined in a clean tight rectum. It was absolutely amazing - My one and only DP as a top.
It took the second day of my stop-over to recover then I flew on to Ottawa - found the Bath House there - it was a bit dull - but then, just as I though I was going to miss out on any action, I found myself in a room with a nice young guy - we were up on the bed about to start some exploratory action when he said "Sniff this" .I thought maybe it was a cocaine solution or something. - I followed his example - unlike me at that time, you all know the routine...thumb to one nostril bottle to the other - reverse the routine. Zing - Zoom - BAM.
It blew my head - and my penis went crazy --- I went in to orbit. In to "buck rabbit mode". I could have rooted a knot hole had there been a tree in the room - even a dog on a chain would have been in serious danger.
It was the real McCoy - proper fresh amyl-nitrite, not the pretend concoctions sold today - with their raunchy macho brand names - they are more like diluted model aeroplane glue. No, this was the stuff that would annul the cyanide fumes in a US prison gas chamber.
He drove me back to my hotel - and I could tell he was waiting for me to invite him up to my room. Damn - another missed opportunity - I was too scared to take him up with me - I thought "What would the hotel staff think? Would they stop me or what." What a bloody wanker !
The today "me" would take him to the bar - prime him up on couple of drinks - then say "Oh well it's time we went up" and walk to the lifts as if we both were hotel guests..
Such Memories !
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