His cum is still warm on my arm and thigh as I type this recount of tonight's activities, so the story is fresh in mind and will be shared as precisely as it played out.
I have been in some business meetings in Milwaukee during the week, so when I made flight plans, I intentionally chose to fly into Chicago and rent a car. It was easy to make the business case, as the flight was nearly half price vs flying into MKE. But there was some selfishness in the decision also. Why would a country boy from Montana subject himself to Chicago traffic on purpose? Because of Boystown and all the fun to be had in the North Halstead part of town, and mostly because of SteamWorks! I had recently been to this gay bathhouse and it was one of the hottest and most erotic experiences of my life at that point, but that's a story for later.
I have been single and mostly celibate for the past couple months. I ended a relationship with a boy half my age due to some emotional challenges that popped up several times in the year we had been together. That was a difficult decision because we really liked...nay, loved each other. And he was a great fuck and was super submissive to me when I wanted to take him down to my dungeon and have my way with him in some very kinky ways. Still, we both agreed we each had things to work out on our own, so we determined to take a break.
I've had several subs in the dungeon since our break up, but I didn't fuck any of them. In fact, part of my soul searching since we parted ways landed me on a decision to quit messing with young guys. I have always had a terrible weakness for young, smooth boys. Anywhere from 18-30 years old has been my sweet spot, which probably a tad old for a 60-year-old dude like me, but too often they lack maturity and experience, leading to some serious interpersonal challenges. I knew there would be guys closer to my age at the bathhouse, so my goal was to seek them out and find one to at least play with -- hopefully he would blow me and even better if he'd let me fuck him.
Staying at a hotel near O'Hare International, I have to travel a ways to get to Boystown. It isn't really that far, but still takes nearly an hour until the traffic dies down late on Friday evening. I waited until after 8 pm in hopes that the traffic would not be bad, but it was still pretty heavy. When I got close, I saw that the area was jam-packed with people partying and there were long lines out of most of the bars and nightclubs in the neighborhood. A parking space was not to be found anywhere within reasonable walking distance, so I opted to find a gay bar closer to downtown to hang out for a while. I ended up hopping between three bars for a few hours, just enjoying the openness and freedom of expression, which is so different from my home community in Montana. A little after 11 pm I again drove back to Boystown and this time was able to find a place to park that was not too far from SteamWorks.
I walked four or five blocks to this very understated venue and got checked in. After storing my clothes in a locker and donning only a towel, I first went to the hot tub. I was planning to just chill there for a bit and take in the traffic of men who wander to and fro nearby, but it was too full of guys who were basically using the tub as a cruising location. Oddly enough, there were not any couples hooked up in the hot tub at the time, only single guys posted throughout the pool. Instead of using the hot tub, I ducked into one of the several showers and took a quick wash to get freshened up.
