Just got back from the Philly Jacks. Really nice, man. A little more laid-back than the NY Jacks.
When I got there, I stripped to my Golberg jockstrap.
The first thing I did was see a guy who was also jocked (a rarity these days), so I went over to him. This guy was probably mid 60's about 5'6" something of a belly but nothing horrific. I felt like he was being ignored, so I went over him and had a chat with him about his jockstrap. (I remember getting cheap thrills in my 30's when I'd see Ace jockstraps at the drug store. They're crappy jocks, but I just liked the idea that they were on display and imagining some horny dude of a certain age clandestinely buying a jockstrap and drug store...)
Anyway, I went over and started rubbing him on the back (he had a shirt on) and snapping his jock, etc. His dick was tiny, a fact that he kept referring to apologetically, which made me sad. At one point, another guy came over, perhaps late 40s tallish with an ok body and I saw his nice sized dick and kind of invited him into my session with the short dude, and the latter kept saying things like, "He's giving you more for your money." It was clear this short dude had a serious tiny penis complex. I mean, I get why that's an issue, but I wish it weren't.
The two of them jacked with me for a while, and at one point I got on my knees and stroked their balls. I like being on my knees in certain situations. I think it conveys an appropriate worshipful attitude towards men and their cocks, and hence is very afFIRMing. The tiny dicked dude did at least have a nice set of hairy balls.
After about ten minutes of this, I got that sense that you get at these clubs that it was time to shift partners, so I asked if they wanted a break, to which they agreed.
We switched partners a few times. At one point, the guy with the nice-sized dick ended up with the hottest guy there, a dude I had noticed last time. Perhaps 30's tall, slightly slender but not skinny with a 7 inch cock and a nice face. The two of them frotted for a long time while I watched.
I noticed a guy, maybe 40's just sitting on the padded table. No one was paying attention to him, so I finally got in "his orbit" but he seemed not interested in having anyone around, so I backed off and ended up with Mr Nice-Sized Dick again. (I find I have a very strong instinct to gravitate to the guys who aren't getting much attention.)
We faced each other and I worked his cock while he groped my pouch. I have found lately that, alas, my cock really doesn't get as hard as it used to, but in an effort to keep my hands to myself (or at least my right hand), I leaned in close and whispered fuck talk in this dude's ear. He said "Daddy" a couple of times, and I thought, "Oh, he wants a dad." I called him "Boy" in whispered fucktalk but I couldn't tell if I'd read the situation accurately. Eventually, my own talk got to me, and I pulled aside my pouch and jacked off and shot all over his arm. At that point, I never know if I should continue with the other dude or not, so I worked his cock some more and then he decided to take a break. Very friendly and a really nice guy to lose my load with.
I did a little "tour" a couple of times around the room and then went back to get dressed. As I was stripping off my jock, I thought I should make a present of it. So when I was fully dressed, I went back to find Mr. Tiny Dick. He was super nice and very open, and I felt like he really needed some male-male emotional connection, so I talked with him for almost half an hour, I think, telling him stories and listening to his. I asked him if he would accept the Golberg jock from me, which he did.
I left feeling like a million bucks and the timing was such that Mr. Nice-Sized dick left the same time, so we had a conversation for a few minutes as we walked down Chestnut St. He told me he'd been to the NY Jacks, as I have, and that was cool.
