Tuesday, February 21, 2017
My Hookup with Superman
I love bath houses. The maze of warm, dimly-lit corridors. The nude swimming. The nude exercising. The camaraderie. The warmth. The sexual promise. I used to be a regular at the River Club in Upstate new York, and whenever I'm in town, I visit the Works in Indianapolis and the Flex Club in Clevelad.
But at Christmas 2013, I flew to Indianapolis, so no Flex Club, and there wasn't time to go to the Works. I was feeling deprived. There were still two weeks left before classes started. Why not take a short "sex vacation"?
The nearest bathhouse was in Milwaukee, and I hadn't been there since I was five years old, so...
Milwaukee has lots of attractions, but I would spend most of my time in the Midtowne Spa. And inside the spa, since the only guys I meet normally are slim, androgynous twinks, my goal was to hook up with five guys like this: macho, hairy, scruffy, muscular. And Older!
I arrived in Milwaukee at 10:30 am, rented a car, and drove to the Kimpton Hotel, in the Third Ward south of downtown. In spite of the silly name, it's an upscale boutique hotel with an art deco feel and lots of quirky touches, like....
Ok, you're more interested in hearing about the sex.
The Midtowne Spa was a two-story cream-colored building, dwarfed by the Cold Storage building next door. No sign outside, just a street number.
Downstairs was all exposed brick with a blue motif: locker rooms, small gym, a sauna, a steam room, a room with bunk beds, and an outdoor patio (closed for the winter). Upstairs were some corridors with private rooms, a game room, and a tv room. No glory holes or orgy room.
Not very crowded: on weekdays, bathhouses tend to be crowded at lunchtime and after work, and I hit it just after the lunch rush, on a day when it was -5 degrees outside. But I did manage to get an invitation back to the room of:
Older Guy #1: mid-40s, black, balding, hard biceps, with a thick Bratwurst+. Kissing, cuddling, oral, conversation.
Also, I met Older Guy #2: mid-50s, white, very tall, white hair, Mortadella. I went down on him in the steam room.
I left at 3:00, retrieved my car, and visited the Grohmann Museum, the Beefcake Museum of Milwaukee, then had dinner and worked out in the hotel gym. In the evening I went to This Is It, one of the nicer gay bars in the U.S., but didn't pick up anyone.
Friday, January 10th
A little warmer, in the 20s. I visited the Art Museum and the Pabst Mansion, returning to the bath house at noon for the lunchtime crowd. Still not very busy! I hung around in the video room and the steam room, and hooked up with:
Older Guy #3: white, not very old -- maybe in his 30s -- but very tall, with a massive hairy chest and a thick, average-sized penis. He stood while I went down on him in the steam room.
Plus I double-teamed two young Hispanic guys with smooth chests and Bratwursts.
At 2:00 pm I left. I had a 12-hour pass with in-out privileges, so I went to Marquette University and wandered around the campus, had dinner, and worked out in the hotel gym.
I returned at 9:00 pm for Fetish Night, wearing black shorts and a leather vest.
I expected a lot of muscle bears in chaps, but in fact there wasn't a lot of leather. It was crowded with twinks in latex, a few police officers, "puppies," furries, weird Mardi Gras masks, and superheroes.
Including Superman: a guy in his mid-20s, shorter than me, with a long face and black wavy hair, wearing the complete costume, blue tights, buffed, basket, red "S" insignia, cape.
He was very busy, kissing and fondling one twink while another was on his knees, going down on his gigantic, very hard Kielbasa. But I've found that there's always room for one more. I approached, knelt, and helped the twink go down on Superman -- there was more than enough room for both of us on that huge shaft and baseball-sized head.
Then I stood, felt his chest and biceps -- they were real - and pushed his free hand down onto my crotch. He pulled my head into a three-way kiss, and the twink on his knees started going down on us both.
I kept kissing and fondling him until only the two of us were left.
"Well, Perry, I think it's about time to go back to my room," he said in a deep theatrical voice.
Perry White, the blustering, white-haired editor of the Daily Planet? Ok....
I followed Superman to his room, tore him out of his cosplay costume, and finished going down on him, then pulled him into the interfemoral position. Good kisser.
His name was actually Pasco (short for Pasquale). He was 25 years old, originally from Italy, but he had been in the U.S. since he was five years old.
"I like lots of superhero cosplay -- at a science fiction convention last month, I was Zorn from the Fox tv show, -- but for a fetish party I thought I'd go with the basics. So -- about ready to go back to my apartment? I'd really like to hold Perry White in my arms tonight."
"Um...I just got here," I admitted. "I was hoping to mingle a bit." And meet Older Guys!
"Sure, no problem. Maybe we could get together for brunch tomorrow?"
He dressed in his street clothes and left. I wandered back into Fetish Night, didn't see any older guys, but kissed and fondled a muscular twink dressed as Cupid, and went down on:
Older Guy #4: mid-40s, balding, hairy chest, muscular, small penis, in a puppy costume. Unfortunately, he made "yipping" sounds when he spurted, and then tried to lick my face. Gross!
Saturday, January 11
Pasco and I met for brunch, and then he invited himself along on my trip to Racine, about half an hour away. We looked for my old house, and Hansche Elementary School, and the beach on Lake Michigan where I "married" the boy next door in second grade. It's not usually a good idea to reminisce about your childhood on a first date, but Pasko didn't seem to mind.
After lunch at a brew pub, we drove back to Milwaukee, where he showed me his childhood house and Saint Thomas More High School, where he was on the wrestling team.
It was 4:00 pm when he dropped me off at my hotel. "So, what are you up for tonight?" he asked.
I didn't want to admit that I was going back to the bath house to try to score some Older Guys! "I have no plans. What did you have in mind?"
He grinned. "I want to be double-teamed by Perry White and Jimmy Olsen. How about if my friend and I drop by about 9:00?"
Jimmy Olsen was the teenage office boy at the Daily Planet. I could meet a dozen teenagers a night back home. I was on a quest....
But I could hardly refuse.
I had dinner and worked out in the hotel gym, and at 9:00 sharp, Pasco knocked on my door.
I thought he was kidding, but no, he was wearing a Superman costume under his coat. And with him, dressed as Jimmy Olsen in a green vest and bow tie, was:
Older Guy #5.
See also: The Milwaukee Beefcake Museum