Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2012 14:34:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Anthony Palazzo <apalazzo198@yahoo.com>
Subject: vintage thrills; 13. Buffalo Welcome

			      Buffalo Welcome

What a dump!  Yeah, this place is the pits.  And the smell - kinda dank and
musty.

Oh well, here now, might as well look around.  Gotta get a locker.  Shit.
Can hardly see in this fucking place.  Seems deserted too.  Just my luck
after that long walk.

A bathhouse in Buffalo, NY, 1971.  Wintertime.  Cold outside. Really cold.
Some snow on the ground and the temp cold enough to freeze your nuts.
Shoulda stayed in the hotel.  This dick of mine leads me to the worst
places. Didn't sound great in the guide book.  Said "AYOR," - at your own
risk,- meaning not the greatest part of town, so watch your wallet.  The
only appealing thing about this place was that it was within walking
distance of my hotel in the downtown area.

Almost stripped now.  Things neatly hanging in locker.  Skimpy threadbare
towel.  Great big barn of a room.  They could raise the heat in
here. Sounds coming from a bed in the corner.  Let's go check that out.
Two guys sitting together on a bed.  Dark.  Can't see much.  Doesn't look
like anything serious going on. Oh, they're separating now.  One guy going
down the hallway.  The other approaching me. Great.  What is this?  Am I
the only game left in town? Seems like it.  Almost, anyway.  This place is
dead.  Looks like I'll just warm up a bit and leave.

The guy has approached me and watched the last stages of my
undressing. He's getting very close.  Didn't he ever hear about personal
space?  Well, can't blame him; it is really dark in here.  He smiles.
Guess I passed the test.  He approaches and puts a hand on my chest.  I
back off.  I'm spooked.  His aggressive pursuit is a bit too scary. When I
show no interest, he drifts away.  I want to look around.  That process
takes less than five minutes. I wander down a hallway where there is a
toilet and another room that is a smaller dormitory. A young heavy guy is
sleeping and making snorting sounds. There doesn't appear to be anyone else
around.  The guy who was on the bed with the one who pursued me is now
talking with the guy at the check-in desk.  They're talking about how quiet
it is, and how the weather must be the cause.  If you ask me, this place
couldn't attract a crowd under the best of circumstances.

Oh, well.  Look around for a coffee machine.  Hang out for a while and head
back to the hotel. Here comes that guy again.  Let's get another look at
him.  Older than me.  Hairy.  Balding.  Not bad looking, really.  He is
very interested.  Ha, I wonder why.

He makes a new overture.  This time I return his caress. We both smile.  We
move toward the darker part of the dormitory as the desk clerk and other
patron watch us with casual interest.

I am nervous.  This guy is aggressive and starts reaching for my dick.  It
becomes hard quickly. He strokes it aggressively. I massage his shoulder,
then his arm and finally reach down for the goods. He is up too. We move
over to a bed and lie down. The sheets aren't exactly starched. I try to
put thoughts of bugs out of my head.  He is on my dick with his mouth.  It
feels good.

"Careful, I'm as hot as a pistol," I say. (What a corny line!  Where did
that come from?  Must have heard it in some lousy movie.)  But
realistically, I didn't want to come just yet, and the warning worked.  He
backs off from the suctioning action and lies back.  I start to suck him.
He is large and thick around the middle.  Strangely shaped. Thinner at the
base and at the tip.  I manage to deal with the variation. He is sucking in
breath in an appreciative way.  He moves around, and then swings on top of
me in a sixty-nine position.  He begins to aggressively suck my dick again
with lots of up and down movement, alternating with tonguing of the
head. His cock is in my mouth, and he spreads his knees apart to allow for
deeper thrusting movements.  I'm not sure I like this.  He is starting to
penetrate too deeply and I'm gagging.  I can't die of asphyxiation with a
cock lodged in my throat in a bathhouse in Buffalo.  I manage to take his
dick out.

"Hey, hey.  Easy does it.  Easy.  Okay?"

He grunts agreement and I take his dick again. He continues fucking my face
but more gently now.  He is an excellent cocksucker and I am going to come
soon. Yes, here we go! He swallows my load and licks up and down the sides
of my shaft not to miss any. I relax for a moment, and then resume sucking
him.  I have learned that I can limit the degree of his penetration by
firmly holding his dick in the middle with my hand, blocking complete
access.  He doesn't object to this, and I help progress by jacking him as I
suck.  It works and after a few olympian thrusts he comes.  He announces it
and I let it spurt on my cheek and over my neck.

He licks his own cum from my face. We kiss.  We exchange a few
pleasantries, and background info.  He is a regular and knew that I wasn't
from the area.  Time to bundle up and go out into the bitter night. I'll
have a nightcap at the hotel if the bar is open.