INTRODUCTION: The following is a memorable highlight of a frisky night from the summer of 2003 when I got lucky (very lucky), here in Portland, Oregon. PART 1: BIG YOUNG MEAT WHEN: Saturday 05/31/2009 11:30 P.M. to Sunday 06/01/2003 3:30 A.M. WHERE: Club XES/Club Glory, 415 SW 13th Ave. This short-lived sex club had about a two-year run, with maybe a year or two under each of its successive club names. It was basically one big room that you entered at one end, and after following a winding route inside, you then exited about twelve feet to the left of where you started. The room was painted black and kept fairly dark, with touches of red, grey, and neon yellow, and with some areas spot-lit in contrast to other areas in near darkness. Along with a wall of double-stacked lockers, there were eight glory hole booths, three private cubicles (each containing a padded three-by-four foot bench and a half-door that latched closed), a public sling, a set of facing bleachers or risers beneath a pair of televisions showing porn, a hot tub and shower, and a small six-by-nine foot group room with a central padded table and padded benches along two walls. This was my first visit (of three), and happened to be on the night of The Starlight Parade, part of our annual citywide Rose Festival. So while all of the downtown bars and clubs were hopping with locals and tourists, this club was dead, except for one completely uninterested guy, and little old horny me. So I did a walk-through to get a feel for the layout, and then, because absolutely nothing was happening, I contemplated heading out to a nearby adult bookstore to just be done with things. But in another few minutes, the place was suddenly flooded by a range of men and physical types, with most guys appearing to be in their thirties and forties. The dark glory hole booths were very active, so I took a booth that had good-sized holes on three sides, and I immediately heard someone enter the booth at my left. I leaned down to check out my neighbor: a short, beefy-muscled black guy in his early 40s, wearing a tight white T-shirt, tight pale denim short-shorts, a wide black belt, and black work boots with white socks. He quickly fed me a nice, but never fully hard 6-by-5 inch dick, and we suck-swapped for a bit. But what he really wanted was assplay, made apparent when he turned and dropped his shorts and smashed his beefy jock-strapped butt against the large opening, presenting a well used and, Im sorry to say, not so pretty asshole for me to work on. I love ass, really I do. But this one just wasnt doing it for me. So I briefly worked his asslips over with a couple of spit-slick fingers and gave his cheeks a little pat, and then turned my attention to the hole in the right-side wall of my booth. All I could see was the back of a lanky, dark-haired guy kneeling to suck from a hole in the right-side wall of his booth; he was dressed in white jeans and an untucked, cream-colored, western-styled long-sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves. And somehow, without even seeing his face, he was generating this sexual buzz that made me hungry to hook up with him. But because he was busy sucking off over yonder, I killed time by swap-sucking with a guy through the middle glory hole in my booth. This one was a fully nude, beefy, furry blond guy in his mid-forties. He fed me a nice thick semi-erect 7-inch dick, and presented a pair of furry, low-hanging balls that were fun to play with. But he never got fully hard, and he eventually pulled away to work on one of his neighbors. I moved back to my right in hopes that the guy in white would turn my way, and he did. I was surprised, given the median age of the clientele, to see that Hot Guy was in his mid-twenties. He stood over six feet tall, and he had a pale, slender athletic body. His attractive face was long and a bit flat (Anglo with perhaps a touch of Hispanic in him), with big brown eyes and a great smile; dark hair hid his brows and ears with a mane of loose, shaggy, full curls. Hot Guy was relaxed and confident, and he actually seemed likable, but then factor in the fact that he was generating these rolling waves of sexual energy, and I found myself sailing on a sex buzz from just looking at the guy! Hot Guy gave me a grin and stood up to put his fat, semi-erect, 10-inch cock through the glory hole. One look at that beauty and I gasped an amazed Fuck! Shaped like a long cucumber, it was pale and even-colored, and covered in the softest, smoothest cock skin Id ever touched. I gently held the log of hardening meat, stroking its full length, and smoothed the shaft along my cheek as it pumped upward, getting harder, but not much longer. With my dry lips apart, I slid my mouth from the furry root to the smooth, slick tip of the shaft, and then pressed against the tiny opening to taste the bit of precum starting to leak. Pulling back to take one more look, I said Fuck! out loud, and Hot Guy quietly laughed. Then I wet my lips and dove down hard, shoving as much of him into me as I could. This was a much bigger cock than what I usually encounter, and I could only get about 4 thick inches into my straining mouth. (Blowjobs arent my specialty, because of a shallow mouth that can open only so wide.) But a lot of saliva, tongue-work, and hand-action generally does the job at turning a semi-hard cock into a rigid shaft of meat, and it worked here. Within a few minutes, Hot Guys cock was bone hard and sticking straight out through the glory hole. Still I kept pulling off with an impressed Fuck! to admire what Hot Guy was feeding me, and then it was back to my very satisfying job of working over some seriously big cock. I was a little alarmed when, maybe five minutes later, Hot Guy pulled back through the glory hole. (Was he bored? Was it that bad of a blowjob?) But then he knelt and put his face to the hole. Stand up, he said, and as I did, he reached through the big hole and unzipped my jeans, untangled my achingly stiff and sticky 6.75 inches, and pulled me with ease through the glory hole and all the way down his throat. Fuck! I clung to the top of the plywood wall and, with my head thrown back I just melted into the wet heat of Hot Guys clutching throat. But it was pushing me too close to blast-off (me, who normally takes for-EVER to cum), and I didnt want this scene to end without my getting another go at his meat. So I pulled out and dropped to his face. My turn, I said, giving him the Groucho Marx one-two-three with my eyebrows. Hot Guy stood up with a laugh, allowing me to again get that hard-as-a-spike, big log of meat all slicked up with spit and precum. But as much fun as that was, after a few minutes I took a breath and asked: How would you feel about fucking me with that big thing? Hot Guy laughed at my bluntness and, kneeling to face me, said with a grin: Meet me outside. I wondered if he meant outside of the building, but when we stepped out of our respective booths, he took my hand and led me through the club, picking up a few free condoms on the way, and saying Hi to other guys he seemed to know. After taking a quick look into the pair of cubicles deeper within the facility, Hot Guy led me to the third one, closest to the exit, which afforded us a bit more privacy because of the way it was positioned. He latched the half-door shut, and we awkwardly made out while attempting to undress each other, finally giving up to just undress ourselves. I was the first one to climb onto the padded bed, which was closed in by black plywood walls that were seven feet tall, opening above us to allow sounds and dim light from the main room into our darkened little world. Hot Guy was grinning and unhurried, and I noted that he chewed gum throughout our entire encounter. At one point later in the evening, I was so amused and amazed by his non-stop gum chewing, considering all wed been doing with our mouths, that I jokingly asked: "Do you still have that gum?" With a smile, he stuck out his long tongue to show me the wad of pale pink gum. I just laughed and moved right in to mash my mouth against his to carry on as before.