It was 1987 and at 36 I was between marriages and my mind once again began to think of cock in a big way. Having a child at home I did not however think it was appropriate to bring a man home and was not sure what arrangements I could make so I jerked off a lot hoping that something would show up.
One day while ready the men seeking men personals in the newspaper I noticed that a club in town was holding a blackout party in a weeks time. I don’t know why this interested me as I had no idea what it meant but curiosity got me to phone the club and ask.
Simply this was a club in which men could go, pay for a locker, be given a small flashlight and towel and then enter the club proper where no lights would be on. Other than music nothing else was provided and no rules would apply. As the week went by I argued back and forth over the event. I liked the thought of going but was afraid of being seen entering or leaving a gay club or worse, meeting someone I knew inside. I finally decided that the threat to my career and 12 year old daughter was too much and I would stay home.
Saturday rolled around and I spent the day nervous and on edge, dreaming of what could have been. At nine as my daughter headed for bed I could not help but think that the blackout was now starting. By eleven I was pacing the floors wondering and finally decided that I could at least drive down to see where the club was. Twenty minutes later I was driving a small Ottawa street in front of the club. The first thing that hit me was how quiet and dark it was. Certainly no one would recognize me at this time, why not just walk by the club and check the entrance.
Well I must have walked up and down that street a dozen times before getting the courage to open the door. A dimly light room greeted me as I stepped in and a young man wrapped in a towel asked if I would like a locker for the evening. Saying yes and handing him twenty dollars I was given my penlight, a large towel and directions to the shower/locker room.
The locker room was also dimly light and that helped me to relax a little although I raced to strip down and get into the dark clubroom out of fear. I could hear the showers running and men speaking and moaning as I went by and found my locker. As I stripped down I was a little amused to find a small tube of lube and some condoms on my locker shelve. Not having pockets how did they think I was going to carry this with me? As I turned to head for the clubroom I stopped long enough to squeeze the lube into my fingers and apply it.
I had expected that by opening the door the light behind me would at least give me a sense of the room as I walked in but instead I entered a small screened area as the door closed behind me. Pushing the curtain aside I could see nothing ahead of me but did notice a small red light on the wall directing men back to the entrance. Entering the room by feel alone was a little daunting and exciting. Hand out before me I stepped off and immediately bumped into my first body. Saying excuse me I stepped back only to bump into another man. His hand brushed across my toweled ass and then as I turned slid over my cock and balls causing and instant hardon. I reached out in turn to find a hard cock and big balls in my hand but no towel. After stroking me for a few moments he removed my towel and told me to keep it on my shoulders. His only other words were top or bottom. When I said bottom he stepped away from me into the dark. The next number of minutes I wandered around feeling dozens of cocks and being felt in return. Although not the biggest cock in the world my 8” cut cock seemed to be well appreciated and I certainly loved the feel of so much hard meat of different lengths and thicknesses. A few of the men would take my cock in their mouth for a few seconds before moving on and I was more than happy to reciprocate but I was hoping for a lot more, as every one seemed to be moving around sampling but not settling for more than a minute or two.
