Boundaries and Borders (pt. 1)

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Unlike many cities, Chicago is a city of boundaries and borders.  With over 77 informal neighborhoods, it is  easy to cross one street and find yourself in a totally different neighborhood from the one you left.  Neighborhoods like Riverdale, Hyde Park, Chatham, Humboldt Park, Lincoln Square, and Edgewater.  And while these neighborhoods don't have formal government boundaries--that doesn't make their barriers any less real or culturally significant.

I am utterly exhausted right now.  This weekend, FRIEND and I decided to explore the boundaries of Chicago and go to the Lakeview neighborhood and visit STEAMWORKS on north Halsted.  He had been feeling in a freaky mood for some time.  And I was much to oblige him.  So we hopped our butts in his car and faced Chicago's Hawk (the cold, it was freezing cold in Chicago this weekend).

We arrived at Steamworks and it was a good sized crowd.  All sorts of men were present.  Muscular men, slim men, fat boys, older guys, guys with glasses, men who were attractive--and others who weren't too cute.

I wrapped a towel around my body and went walking through the facility.  In a weird way, even though I really didn't want to be there, a part of me was happy to be on the prowl--again.Steamworks is dimly lit and filled with mirrors.  So you get to see yourself (and who's behind you)  at every turn.  The vain part of me was happy with my body and the work I've been putting in at the gym.

And it seemed like a few other people were happy with it too.  I was approached by a few guys.  I told them I wasn't interested.  FRIEND wasn't with me, and I had agreed not to do anything unless he was with me.

After walking around for what seemed like an hour, he and I finally found one another in the huge, three level facility.  Steamworks has a very strict dress policy--no outside clothes.  And pretty much everyone conforms to this and wraps their body in the white towel provided when you enter the club. I had run into a tall, but slim black guy who was somewhat pushing the boundaries.  He simply wasn't wearing anything at all.  Unless you count a hat.  He held his towel in his hand, and walked around, balls to the world with his long dick dangling between his legs.

Now you know The Sex's mouth was watering.  I walked over to him standing in the wet area (with the whirlpool).  And our black bodies stood of to the side, groping and feeling one another, while the white men in the pool peaked over at us.  I was so turned on that I was absolutely rock hard.  But his dick didn't get too hard.  He wanted to hurry and go to my room.  I told him that my boy was in my room and whether he was cool with that.  Of course he wanted to see FRIEND first. 

I was excited.  I thought this was a done deal.  FRIEND is hot.  Most people think that he is much hotter than I am.  So I take him to meet FRIEND and Mister Longdick tells me,  Actually, you're more my type than he is.  I like guys that are 200 pounds and up.  Obviously, he had a weight boundary.  And as much as it appeared that he wanted to have sex with me, he wasn't about to cross it. So your friend has to come with the deal?, he asked.  I nodded.  I told him that if he wanted me to fuck him later, to come by my room.  But I knew that he and I wouldn't be connecting later.

I grabbed FRIEND and told him that Mister Longdick wasn't interested and we went back on the prowl.  Shortly afterward, FRIEND ran into a short young black guy, who had a very nice slim muscular body.  Now the tables were turned.  This short guy was clearly into FRIEND--but it didn't seem like he was feeling me.  But I must have fit in under his border of acceptability, because in a few seconds he said, Can I go with y'all?

We went back to my room and the short guy dimmed the lights and dropped his towel.  His body was beautiful and he had a great long dick.  FRIEND and I rubbed our hands over his body and the youngin' grabbed both of our dicks and opened his mouth and moved in for the oral kill.

FRIEND started laughing. Oh wait my brother, FRIEND said, but just let us put on a condom first.  My insides were warmed hearing this.  I knew FRIEND wasn't about to let someone from a bathhouse suck his dick.  But in the back of my head I felt a boundary crossing coming up.  I thought the young guy was going to stand up and walk out and say something crazy like, I don't suck rubber.

But he didn't.  Fortunately, the young guy didn't seem nonplussed.  He simply started slurping and (to my dissatisfaction) biting on our dicks.  I pulled away from him and let him focus his efforts on FRIEND.  I asked the young guy, You want to get fucked?  But I got no response.  He didn't take his wet mouth off of FRIEND.

I asked him again, You ready to get some dick in your ass? Nothing.

I felt like Brer Rabbit waiting for a polite response from the Tar Baby in the Uncle Remus fables.  I thought he would at least moan or make an affirmative grunt.  But nothing.  He was 100% silent.  And like Brer Rabbit, I was getting annoyed.  FRIEND noticed my unhappiness and told the young guy, Get on your knees and suck my dick, and then he motioned for me to get behind the young guy and go to work.

I got behind him.  But every time I tried to stick my dick inside of him he would move away from me.  I would inch closer.  He would move further away.  I felt like I was playing inch worm.  I'm not one of those guys who gets off on fucking guys who don't like dick.  I like to penetrate men who LOVE to be penetrated.  I don't like to fight.

I almost gave up.  The guy was totally into FRIEND, non-verbal, and not trying to serve up the behind--and plus we were in my LEAST favorite position.  FRIEND suggested he get on his back.

I was all smiles.  A guy on his back is the money making position.  I put on a new condom, lubricated it well, and while this young chocolate brother with the wonderful body sucked on FRIEND, I slid my dick into him with an ease that reminded me of a hard Flavorice Popsicle being pushed out of its plastic casing.

I had made contact.  And his body language and sounds let me know it.  He turned his head, and finally took his mouth off of FRIEND's dick and let out a cooing sound.  And then I went to town.  I started working his back out, and giving it a few initial stabs to see what his boundaries were.   They weren't much.  Because I never got most of my dick in him and he was putting his hand on my pelvis trying hard to keep me from going deeper.  This was mainly because I was rock to the hard.

So I stayed shallow for a while, until he yelled, FUCK ME.

Now why did he say that?  I cocked my pelvis back and gave him a hearty thrust--trying to pop his prostate out of his body.  He couldn't hang.  He immediately tensed up and told me not to go that deep.  So I went back to shallow strokes.  This boy was in heaven.  He had dick in his mouth, and dick in his ass--and FRIEND and I had his legs pinned back so I was steadily tagging nothing but ass. 

It didn't take long before he reached his limit and told us, I'm about to come.  I started pumping his ass a more feverishly, trying to go deeper and deeper to make his orgasm really powerful.  And then he did the thing that I hate for bottoms to do when they are getting fucked.  They straighten their legs in a perpendicular position to their bodies (to make an "L" shape).  This kills and deep penetration whatsoever.  sigh.  It also stops you from punching the cum out of a guy when he's having an orgasm.  sigh.

He had cum all over his torso.  It shot out in streams and jets.  Afterward he laid there.  Trembling.  FRIEND and I looking at each other smiling.  We all stood up in the tiny room, and he wrapped himself in his towel and said, Thanks, that's exactly what I needed.  And then he ducked out.

But FRIEND and I had only just begun to find the borders and boundaries of the bathhouse.

Comments

[Quentin Ergane]

Damn... I am like everyone else -- I have never been to a bathhouse either. Although I am curious. I mean, what could be better than spending hours in a place where men have sex (but then... I don't think I'd be having sex and so there ya go)...

I dunno about that dude... there was something incredibly un-sexy about him.

That said, I like that you and Friend went out to find someone into both of you -- that's cool.

[thatguyheath]

ARGH!!!! I hate when bottom guys do that! They literally hold their legs straight up and it ruins the stroke rhythm not to mention their orgasm isn't as intense as it would've been. I remember Steamworks on North Halstead from back in the late 90s when I was there for school That place is still the best bathhouse in this country. Glad to hear you had fun, man.

[Landfall]

Welcome back. We missed you.

[Huff]

Dude, you've got more nerve than I do. I'd never be caught dead in a place like that. At least I can live vicariously through your adventures, LOL.

[Dylan]

B,
I see you're on top form as always..Keep it up and don't make us wait so long for the next chapter of borders and boundaries.

[David E. Patton]

i read the whole post and liked it very much. i have never vist such a place and found in eye opening