Old YMCA Experiences

While going to a broadcasting school in Chicago, I lived in the YMCA Hotel on Wabash. It was co-ed but if I remember correctly separated by floors. Only one sexual episode but I did jerk off a lot in the restrooms reading the graffiti enscribed on the wall's marble walls.
 
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Made me think of an article I had read in George magazine a long time ago about LBJ's chief of staff who was busted having sex at a YMCA a few blocks away from the White House. Apparently, that YMCA was known for being a "manhood factory" of sorts and it was a big scandal for the time. Pretty sad, it ended this guy's career. Couldn't find a link to the George article (not surprising, given that it's defunct). But, here's a link to another article about it.

Al Weisel - Lyndon Johnson & Walter Jenkins
 
When I was in high school, I took lifeguarding classes at the local YMCA. One afternoon, a guy in the locker room offered me $25 if he could give me a blow job and another $25 if i would give him a blow job. No one was around ... I used the money for the prom
 
Lawson YMCA! Haven't thought about that place in years.

Yes, it was famous for all the MM action taking place. I only knew straight guys who went there who thought it was just like their old Y back in Podunk. They'd come back shocked that in the sauna the guy next to them would lean over and start sucking their cock.

I think management finally cracked down because things were really getting out of hand. Also, those places on Halsted siphoned off all the attractive men that Lawson was finally just where trolls and deep in the closet married guys played.

Bingo!

I can't believe that place is still around. It was a dump 20 years ago. I know countless married guys, especially Merc/Board of Trade guys, who would describe what took place in the saunas, showers, and other less-trafficked areas.

"I dozed off and when I woke, some guy was sucking my cock!"

So what'd you do?

"I let him finish."

Finish how?

"Well, I came in his mouth."

Ever go back?

"Every afternoon after the markets close."
 
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When I was in high school, I took lifeguarding classes at the local YMCA. One afternoon, a guy in the locker room offered me $25 if he could give me a blow job and another $25 if i would give him a blow job. No one was around ... I used the money for the prom


Did you go back for more?
 
I remember the Y as a child, wall to wall cock in the pool, showers, and locker rooms. It was one of the best memories growing up, walking up the hall to the pool with one mass of naked boys and the freedom of swimming was wonderful. It's a shame that's just a memory.
 
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I've never been to the YCMA, but back in the 80s when I was in high school and a still a teenger and "working out" was a fairly new concept for mass America, my family joined our local "health spa" where they had a gym, raquet ball, sauna, pool, etc.

I remember almost every time I went into the showers they were "private" with curtains, but more often than not, you'd catch good glimpses of older guys' big fat dongs swinging free in the shower in various state of "big floppy soft" to full hard on. They didn't seem to hide their dicks, but discreetly show them off to other guys, including younger guys like me.

When I used to go into the jacuzzi, 90% of the time, it seemed the guy next to you had a hard on underneath the water and many times older guys, I am sure married or str8/bi, would jack me off under the bubbles - not to completitoin (would have been weird to have the cum floating to the top), but for a good long while - I was sorta scared, so I just got hand jobs from older guys, I would never grab their dicks - even if I wanted to, cause some of them looked HUGE, like 8.5-9" thick. But most guys, honestly, were much smaller 5-6" range.

Related story: years later when I graduated from high school, one of the married/str8 guys from the gym who jacked me off in the sauna somehow located me at my college and showed up unannounced at my freshman dorm. I was 18 at the time - looking back this was dangerous, but I went with him to his nearby motel and he ended up sucking off me in the shower and later I fucked the shit out of him repeatedly in his bed. He kept calling me every now & then after that throughout my freshman year, but I didn't return the calls - it was more of one-time spur of the moment thing and I was still not quite "out" at college, so wanted to keep a DL profile.
 
No real experiences but I was in this little gem of a movie as a dancer and a gymnast. (if you are quick with the remote you can pause and see my butt in a shower scene) YouTube - Can't Stop The Music Trailer

Ok, tragic true confession: I LOVED the opening scene where Steve Guttenberg (speaking of big bulges and tight asses) was "skatin down Broadway...at midnight or mid-day...we're doin our thing..." I loved that song, we danced to it at the "disco"; there were guys dancing with their fans, glitter all over the place, light shows---hey, it was the late 70's/early 80's, ok? I had this big puffy hair and a 28 inch waist...

Anyway, when I MOVED to NY a decade later, every time I went over the Triborough Bridge, or went through Times Square, I'd hear/secretly sing that song.

I still like the song! (THAT's the tragic true confession).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIeTgKZvadk


As to the YMCA, the old residence hotels were effectively a bathhouse where it was acceptable for straight men to go and still consider themselves "straight". I had a whole lot of fun in the old Y's in downtown Dallas, Houston, Little Rock, Tulsa, and Boston. Best time to go: after the lunch workout crowd went back to work. At that point, the people who (like me) had flexible schedules were hanging out in the steam room and saunas--and swimming naked in the pool.

Ah, memories....
 
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Was a member of the Y in NYC on about 63rd st just after graduating from HS. Suitless pool. Weight room. As a totally clueless youngster I was flattered by a slightly older guy I met in the weight room and who complemented me on my thighs. After lifting we went to the pool together and he surprised and puzzled me by swimming between my legs. But, again, flattered, I accepts his invitation to his apartment where he proposed sex. I bolted, completely confused, unable to understand why this "homo", as the term was used then, should think I would be interested in him. So it's pretty easy to remember that Y.