Man, I will be glad when COVID-19 is over and we can safely play. For now, my right hand, my memories and a few hots stories. So, I will share a memory that I jerked off to this morning. In the 80s I lived in Cleveland, worked downtown and lived in the suburbs. I worked very late on Fridays and about midnight would hit old Club Bath on West Ninth Street, just up the street from the docks. Had many a great night here.
One Sunday afternoon, I was bored. Football season was over and nothing good on TV, so I prepped myself in case of action and drove downtown to Club Bath. Club Bath had a nondescript black door for entrance. You walked into the dark vestibule and a guy opened a window. I gave him my membership card, paid for a room and was buzzed in after I placed my valuables in a long, locked metal case.
The club had three levels. The main level, which had workout equipment and some rooms, upstairs, also a maze of rooms and a few smaller orgy rooms, and the basement, where the action was often hot in the steam room and huge orgy room.
It was very sparsely populated with patrons. I went to my room in the basement, stripped, wrapped myself in towel and went roaming. In the dark orgy room area, which had a couple of smaller rooms.
