After the craziness of New York, Washington seemed quite subdued. The high-class audiences were appreciative, without being OTT. We took the chance to learn some new songs by Ed Sheeran and Sam Smith. I can reach the vibrato better than John. For most of the week, we kept the love-making between ourselves. We certainly didn't go looking for it, it just seemed to find us. After the shows, we went to the bar to sign autographs and relax. It emptied out quite early as the mainly older clients retired. One evening around midnight, there was only us and a couple in their late 40s. The bartender was quietly cleaning down, although there was no closing time. The wife kissed the man goodnight, with him saying he would have one more. As soon as she had left, he ordered drinks for himself and us. Sitting between us, he introduced himself as Brett. The drinks arrived and we chatted happily. He got cosier and started rubbing his hands on our thighs. Bemoaning his wife's lack of libido, he said, "She's 48, going on 78". The barman overheard the conversation, and with his work done, sat with us. Another beer and the chat heated up. The barman locked the door. We took this as a signal. John went to work on John, while I snogged the barman. In two minutes dicks were out. John and I gave them oral and jerked ourselves. The barman ran his hand down the back of my trousers, straight into my crack. John dropped his trousers as I climbed out of mine. We lay on adjoining tables. John spat on his hand a few times and lubed his hole. The barman rimmed me. We were fucked alongside each other. An ass is tighter than a pussy, so Brett didn't last very long, cumming with a grunt. John tossed himself and licked his cum. I was being plowed so hard that the table moved across the floor before jets of cum exploded inside me. John hopped off his table and sucked me dry. We quickly dressed and went back to our beers. The door was unlocked and we had another drink. It happened again a couple of nights later, but we swapped partners. I suggested to Brett that he go on Grindr.
We had a week off, then on to Seattle. We spent the week in Chicago.
We had sent most of our clothes to Seattle, leaving enough for Chicago. We arrived on a cold, wet, and windy Autumnal day, immediately wishing we had packed something warmer. We took a taxi to Boystown and checked in at the Hotel Zachary. We didn't even bother to unpack, just crawled into bed and slept, happy to be alone in our own company. We woke around 6 pm. The weather was still awful, so we ordered dinner in and watched some shit on TV. By 10.00 we were making love like it was the first time, exploring bodies, except we knew every inch of one another's bodies, and how to turn each other on, and how to make it last. We kissed everywhere. By the time we were feasting on genitalia, we were ready to explode, so we cooled it, petting and rubbing our lithe bodies together, precum dripping between us. It was immaterial who fucked who, and we often flip-fuck. I straddled John and eased down gently, enjoying every sensation. I rode him and kissed, then got off, turned around and sixty-nined, remounting the opposite way. We rolled over and I held my legs apart. He ate ass, then plowed back in. Pulling out again, he shuffled up and impaled himself on me. Lifting himself a little, I thrust up into him. He tossed himself, delivering semen over my chest, as I gave him my babies. He collapsed on top of me, his spunk sticking between us.
The next day, the storm had passed and we explored the city, taking in the sights, like any other tourists. By the time we returned to the hotel, we had walked miles. The following night, we thought we'd check out the nightlife, so we lazed around all day, deciding which bars to try. In the end, we had a bar crawl, ending up a little pissed in The Closet. Whilst chatting to some locals, the suggested we try The Steamworks sauna, or some of the bars with back rooms.
The Steamworks seemed the ideal way to round off our holiday. So it was, the following evening at 9.00, we found ourselves wandering naked through the sauna. We spent some time in the hot tub, rubbing each other's erections and watching the boys go by. A couple of good-looking guys came and sat either side of us. We chatted and played with one another's dicks. They loved our English accent. Soon, we were kissing and things were getting hot. We moved to a cabin at the rear. We left the door open and made out as a foursome. John mounted one of them, while I was fucked alongside him. In the gloom, other men were watching and wanking. We swapped around so we were both getting fucked. Dollops of cum were landing on us from the audience. We swapped again. John fucked me while the other two fucked next to us. More cum landed in my hair. John made a big show of pulling out, his semen mixing with that already there. The other two guys thought it would be funny to splatter their seed on me as well. I wanted to go for a shower, but John insisted I went back to the hotel like that, so we dressed and left. I slept in a gooey mess, which John added to in the morning.
