On the way back from New York earlier this week, we stopped in Cleveland. I wanted to go to the Flex Club, a great gay resort/bath house. Bob didn't want to go, but he said it was ok if I went by myself.
It's hit and miss. Sometimes I can wander around the video room, the dark room, the leather room, and the saunas for two hours and get completely ignored by everybody and everything. Sometimes I'm very popular.
I think of a night at the Flex Club as a success if I meet five guys in two hours. But the other night, I was with 13!
1. Within a minute of going upstairs to the video room, I was kissing a red-haired twink with a scrawny body but an enormous Mortadella.
A few minutes later, in the dark room, I saw a very handsome, hairy-chested guy in his 30s with someone else, so I joined in. The second guy left, leaving me with Hairy Chest.
3-5. I sat on a bunk in the dark room, and an older black guy approached. He brought his two friends and "ordered" them to pull it out and let me go down on them.
9. A very muscular guy in the sauna wanted me to go down on him, but it was too hot in there, so we went back to the dark room.
The full story, with 10 nude photos and explicit sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.