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I am going to try and make it out there before they close, but I am so booked up I don't know if I can. On the one hand i will miss the whole dirtiness and let it all hang out nature of the place.On the other hand, the dancers were really getting to be pretty poor, and if it wasn't for the porn stars I probably would have stopped going there a long time ago. Get a porn star in a bathhouse and you have the same thing.

My opinion ? hot, not terribly. If you want that go to Remington's or Montreal. On the other hand, yes they go farther than the other places,and are a lot more approachable, too. I guess you need to decide whether you want your stimulation visual or physical.

I know the NYC events, the one run by his brother, the dancers there are always really good about telling you when one song is over and asking if you want another. I wonder if the LA ones do the same?

Burlingame is pretty upper class. I don't think there is much in the area. It is near the airport. Realistically though I think you need to look at "the peninsula" which cover Burlingame a few other towns as well. However it is easy to get into Downtown from here. You can take BART in.

Uber is in Montreal. Lyft has not made it there yet.

Don't recognize him, but also not really my type, either. To be honest I spend most of my time in Canada in Toronto.

Yeah, I have never really done any pre-negotiation. I think it is more a see how it progresses. That being said I don't know that you couldn't ask. I think it would have less to do with offending them as much as playing it safe so they don't think it is a set-up. As for the action, I have had it both ways (and that is coming from a rather unattractive customer) but more often that not me giving oral. That's my style anyways. I have only twice had a dancer actually cum (why is everyone so nervous about saying that?), I have on a few of occasions cum myself, though. I think it depends a lot on the customer and chemistry, though. And maybe time of night. Remember these guys have to stay hard and get it on with several other customers, too.

Maybe I am doing it wrong, but I have never, nor never seen anyone, tip the the dancers on stage. I once gave a guy $5, but that was because it was a slow night and the guy let me stick my hand down his pants for a minute. I think it is different from the old days - The dancers come up to you and solicit you to take them to the back. You only really have to chase after one of them if there is a specific one you want and they for some reason haven't come over to you yet. I find I usually do 3 to 4 songs. Usually we say it is five and I give them $20 tip, so around $120. But I would expect some kind of oral action at that price point. I find the fancier clubs (Stock and Campus, for instance) tend to not give you as much for your dollar.Flash tends not to have as attractive guys, but let's just say you get your dollar's worth in the lapdances. I agree though that you may do better at Steamworks in Toronto. And for a lot cheaper.

There are two strip clubs in Toronto. Remington's is the more upscale joint, with better looking (and more business savvy) dancers. They are going to be closing this year, and likely moving somewhere else in the city. The other option is a place called Flash on Church. It is located in the heart of the Gay Neighborhood on Church street, a short walk from Wellsley Station, and a door or two down from other famous gay bars and clubs. You would think the fact that the dancers go outside for a smoke or to hang out shirtless or in their underwear only would be a pretty easy way to find the place, but that is something apparently many of the patrons of the other clubs do too, so... I went there on a Sunday night - supposedly fetish night. Technically Flash is a private club - so instead of a cover you pay a membership fee. The one time fee is $15. they used to make you sign your name (or at least give "a name", though they didn't even bother with that this time. So for those looking for a premium selection this is not the place for you, The guys there tend to be more guys next door, depending upon which neighborhood you live in. Several were pretty effeminate, one or two twinks. A few of them obviously have, um, substance issues (more on that in a minute). In fact, at first i didn't find anyone I was really interested in. Dancers do a two or three song dance - some take a while to take it off, some just rip it right off and go all out. Fetish night on the top of the hour they do a show with two guys - one older, one younger, and one of the dancers. And by show, I mean full on sex show. What they lack in looks many of the dancers make up for in eagerness. I stuck around for a little while more than I would have because on one of the TVs instead of porn they were playing a long youtube video of all kinds of accident and funny stuff. AS a suggestion to the club - you may want to avoid showing that stuff- everyone, including the dancers, were more interested in the video than the anything else. So as I was getting close to leaving, one of the guys sitting there watching suddenly got up and danced on stage. I didn't even realize the guy was a dancer as he was sitting at the bar. His name is Dallas, and seek him out. For some reason (not normally my type) I took an interest in him and so approached him about a lapdance. Here is the first time I ever felt guilty about a lap dance. I did not talk to him sufficiently enough to judge his state of inebriation. So by the time I figured out he was a bit tipsy he had already eagerly agreed to a lap dance. I should have said something when he had to do another shot before going back, but I didn't. So the routine here is $10 for the room, and $20 per song for the dancer. So, as far as the lap dances go I did not get much of a chance to play with his junk. Now understand I am a fat 50 year old balding guy. So I think it is great when someone is even willing to do a lapdance with me. So Dallas gets in the room, closes the door, pulls down his shorts, says to me "feel free top do what you want" and then literally grinds into me! I a in shock - normally dancers try and milk it along as much as they can. OK, so this is going to go well I am thinking, so kind of push him away a little bit to check out his manhood. he took that as a signal to play. Within 30 seconds he had my pants undone and well, yes, that happened. To me! Needless to say I was done by three and a half songs. Took a minute to wipe up, I asked him how much I owed him, and he asked tentatively $100? Then decided he may have asked too much. I said no that sounds completely fair. We got dressed, he started heading out the door before I reminded him I needed to pay him. I ended up giving him an extra $30, I think that was worth it. I know he does out calls, I am not sure that is my scene but I would recommend his, um service he provides. So, in a nutshell, if you can get over looking out for mister gorgeous tease and deal with a real guy, this is definitely a place to visit.

Sunday nights,they advertise Kink at Flash on Church. Anyone been or have more details?

There was a time when gay bars and strip clubs flew under the radar. Today they are more high profile, and I think suffer a bit from unwanted attention. And like blopndeq states,it is becoming more and more costly to operate these establishments. I don't think they ever really made a killing. Well,actually that may be part of it, too. I think a number of the older establishments were perhaps too involved with other crime activities. As those get cleaned up, they disappear. But mostly I think culture has moved on. Straight strip clubs are also on the decline, and i think that is because on one hand people are more open with their sexuality and thus don't need to sneak into these types of establishments,but also today's generation I think is less into the whole sex thing in the first place.Yes there are still some, and there are still some clubs. But more people are looking for things beyond sex and beyond finding their "own kind".

Does that mean it went downhill fast, or the guy didn't even take off his pants?

From my limited exposure, the only thing I find worth it is one of the Adonis All Nude parties. You have to sign up on their website.Don't worry - it is not like a real party, just lie a normal strip bar without the bar or stage. I suggest the pop ups over Paddles, but Paddle is OK, too. Keep in mind the cover is steep, but that's New York for ya.

I took Lyft back to San Francisco and my hotel. I didn’t have time to take the train, or even grab supper. Every other weekend the nob Hill theater has a pair of porn stars come in and give a couple of shows. This weekend it was Jessie Colter and Dylan Strokes. I find Jessie Colter intriguing. Not only is he a power bottom, he is also open about being gay and very personal. I knew they would be doing asex show, I was hoping that he might ven walk around a bit so that you could see his body up closer a bit. Heck, maybe even stand by the edge of the stage and watch. Defining the Nob Hill is a bit difficult. There is no bar or food or drinks, so it doesn’t qualify as a strip bar or club. They explicitly say it is not a bathhouse (though they do supposedly have naked nights). Downstairs is your typical video booth arcade. Supposedly there is a lot of action down there, but I have never seen any myself. Lot of guys, but not a lot of action. Upstairs is more like a small narrow movie theater. There is a small stage up front. Along side is the access hall, and at the end behind the stage is another smaller little dance pole room, and a couple of booths (I think, I have never seen them used since they had shower shows years ago). It is not a steady stream of strippers, but a dancer every half hour. The routine, or how it is supposed to go anyways, is the twink dances for 15 minutes than spends 15 minutes wandering among the audience. Now the first mark against this place is that the dancers aren’t the best in the world. They are usually really young, bone thin, and somewhat awkward. But what they lack in looks they make up for in energy. Like I said they are supposed to dance for 15 minutes. Few do. Most walk on stage, drop their shorts (unless they didn’t even bother with them), spend maybe 5 minutes at most trying out various sexy poses on the stage, and then bound into the audience. The Emcee is sure to announce that the dancers work for tips, and “the bigger the bill, the bigger the thrill”. Most guys I think tip a dollar, some do 5’s. You stuff in their sock, and I don’t think most of them have any idea what you tip them. Most wouldn’t care anyways. What the dancers lack in looks, they more than make up for in eagerness. I said before the booths were rarely used. That is mostly because there is little reason to. The dancer walks up to you, you shove a bill in his sock, and then you play with him for like 30 seconds. Usually they will get into it with you, too. They then step to the guy sitting next to you and repeat. Oral is not a usual occurrence, but let’s just say that I have visually verified it does occasionally happen. Likewise, you do have to be a bit careful who you sit next to, as pants don’t always stay on the customers, either. Whether you need to be careful that you do not or do sit next to certain customers is up to you to decide. But I was here for the sex show. And right on time, the emcee introduces the guest stars, and they appear on stage. I have to admit Jessie has a good-looking body. I was hoping that I would get a bit closer look that from the back of the theater where I was stuck. With music completely drowning out any vocalization from either guy, and the vocals are a big part of their show, they did a short sex scene. I have to say, it looked terribly contrived. Fortunately both got their dicks out pretty quickly, but they were posing more than doing anything erotic. This was getting off to a bad start. They did their routine for about 10 seconds, and then stood up. What I didn’t realize is that even the pornstars walk around the audience. Dylan started at the front, while Jessie started from the back. I was third in his attention. Now these guys were pros. They completely make you feel welcome and at home. It is weird – here is this hot pornstar standing with an erection inches from your face, and you feel like you want to sit down and have a conversation with him! I was hoping to get a closer look at his manhood. I wasn’t expecting to have trouble focusing on it because it was too close. I put the requisite $5 bill in his sock. I figured a headliner they should get something a little better, right? It was obvious I could touch his chest. I mean, he was pressing it up against me. Another thing I like about Jessie compared to most strippers I have seen – he had hair on his chest. Slowly, would I dare? I moved my hand down, and decided to risk it. I gently brushed the back of my hand against his cock. Would he react? Well, he didn’t really like this idea. But it was not a scolding moment. He took my hand, told me to turn it palm up, and began slapping it with his cock! He then started doing his moaning thing as I sat there, half in shock, giving a pornstar a hand job. I’d like to think that I did a pretty good job at it. He certainly seemed like he enjoyed it and again made you feel like you were the expert. But I think in reality he pretty much did that with everyone. I have gone places and paid $100 for a lapdance where the guy only once pulled his shorts down for a brief glimpse. Here for $25 admission and a $5 tip I was manhandling a porn star. Borth guys made their rounds. They spent another 10 minutes trying to get off on stage. It ended up with Jessie lying flat on his back with is head towards the audience while Dylan was lightly fisting him. Alas it never happened. This was obviously not planned - you could tell by their reactions. I was disappointed, yes, but in a strange way it was oddly comforting to know that even pornstars sometimes have trouble getting themselves off. So that was it for the night. I sat through one more stripper, this young kid who I wasn’t sure got the idea yet that the customers were supposed to be tipping him, as he bounced around every 45 seconds grinding himself against the few guys remaining, some of which were sitting there pants around their knees. It was late; I wanted sleep more than anything else. As I walked to my hotel, I was surprised what my thoughts turned to. I was thinking about Jessie. But I was not thinking about his dick, or his body, or sex with hi. I really, really wanted to have a conversation with him. What was it like being a porn star? What kind of guys really turned him on? Or did they even? And, when he flew, did he get to fly first class, too?

And so I found myself giving this guy a blowjob right there, as half a dozen guys were standing next to me. Apparently I was doing a pretty good job with my hands, and the guy got hard real fast, and was obviously enjoying it. I discovered I could take a lot more of it than I thought I could. I discovered that, yup, I am pretty much a horny slut with few hang-ups. At first I was pretty aware of the people around me. And that only turned me on. Three guys next to us decided to take the idea and run with branching out in their own creative direction. Pretty soon I just focused on what was in front of, or maybe in, me. While the guy I was blowing was obviously enjoying themselves, a most surprising thing happened to me. I started getting bored with it. Now there is a mind blowing moment. How may times have a I paid a hundred bucks or more for a lapdance with the hope of a few minutes of oral play? How many jack-off sessions revolved around this very same situation I was now experiencing in real life. What is the proper social protocol to tell some guy you want to stop sucking them? So I slowly broke it off. The guy at first tried to keep it going, but he eventually turned his attention to someone else. I wandered off to find a place to relax. The “wet” area of the club is where most people hang out. The centerpiece is this huge jaccuzi in the middle of the room. On one side are the showers, and next to those on either side is the dry and wet steam rooms. You are supposed to take a shower before you go into the jaccuzi. Most guys take showeres pretty much before, after, and even in the middle of going to the other places. I suppose for a first timer these would be intimidating. There are a couple of shower heads against the back wall, and then a glass wall that seperates more showers – half being in the “shower room” and the other half, with rainhead showers, next to the jaccuzi. There are towel racks on the side walls, but don’t get too attached ot your towel. Too many to keep track of whose is whose. I just gave some guy head in the other room in front of a whole bunch of guys, so the idea of getting naked and standing in the shower didn’t seem to be any issue for me. Other than the fact that I just could not get the damn thing to work! I was there for a good minute or two struggling – how could I not figure out how to turn on a shower. Suddenly a hand reached out and pressed a button below the handle and the water came on. It was only then I notice the arm was attached to a nicely muscular and fairly well endowed guy in his late twenties. “You need to press this button here. First time here?” he asked. “Well, welcome. It’s a good place, nice and clean.” And he wandered off to the steam room. Now fit guys, or even just slightly out of shape guys, aren’t really going to get this part. But when you are really out of the norm for body shape, situations like open showers are the source of endless nightmares. The thought of even being exposed like that is a huge hurdle to overcome. So when a good looking guy not only talks to you in the shower, but totally ignores the eyes straight ahead rule and completely fails to even register any shock it is a giddy feeling. And it was at that point that I finally understood what a bathhouse is really about. It has nothing to do with sex. Well, ok a little to do with sex. But mostly, it is about being completely open with who you are. Your body, your personality, your sexual interests and sexual identity. You don’t have to be scared of doing anything but stare straight ahead because someone will react badly. You can look. You can enjoy. Heck, you can even get a boner in plain sight and that is perfectly acceptable here. Surprisingly though that never happened. Not o me, not pretty much to anyone else. I was expecting to be walking around with my towel poking out 5 inches in front of me, yet I hardly got excited. I expected to have to try and navigate around all these obstructions sticking out from the crowd. That is not to say I didn’t see any, but really they were rare. It turns out that for all your fantasies, nudity is pretty much mundane once you do it for more than a few minutes. So I spent my time moving between the Jacuzzi and the sauna. I would say a majority of the guys wore their towels in the sauna and steam room. Not an overwhelming majority, but a majority of them. It was only towards the end of the night that I saw the usual porn scene actually kind of happen. I was in the sauna on one of the benches. There was a good mix of guys. A few were casually playing with themselves, but really that was about as interesting as a piece of lint on the floor, so no one noticed. On the upper level a pretty good-looking daddy type was sitting there without his towel. This younger twink sat down on the lower level, and after a few minutes began playing with the older guys foot. It took a few minutes for more to happen. The older guy just didn’t seem terribly interested at first, so the young twink tried harder. It was like watching a soap opera – what was going to happen next? Well, eventually the younger guy won and slowly starting giving the older guy a blow job. The guy was a bit vocal about it, and then everyone else in the sauna started to watch. The one notable thing about this situation was that the younger twink was the only guy by this point with his towel still tightly wrapped around his waist. Pretty much everyone else started playing with themselves, either discretely, or more blatantly. This one younger guy decided to make a move to fell the young twink up, and he instantly tightened up his towel and pushed him away. The twink and his daddy kept going at it, but it sent a wave through the rest of the group. What kind of uptight prick was this with I perfect little body teasing everyone? We are real people here. We can enjoy ourselves thank you very much. So others started getting it on, too. It was only at that point I noticed the young guy sitting next to me. In some ways it was like looking at myself. Well overweight , he looked nervous. But he was playing with himself, his penis like mine overwhelmed by the stomach around it. It wasn’t big, but was obviously getting hard. If you asked me a week ago if I would have ever been turned on by someone like this I would have said no. Probably would have said no even that morning. But for some reason I found this guy playing with himself was giving me this great feeling! I was somewhat turned on, but it was more this warm at ease feeling, like somehow I got to relive my past, and break out of that shy young fat kind I once was. I had changed. Sex was no longer some fantasy thing, I no longer was ashamed of being me. I was now comfortable with myself. Sex was no longer in control of my mind, making me feel ashamed. Yeah, I felt good about sex. But it didn’t dominate my interests any more. I could safely deal with it on an as needed basis. I never did give that young guy a blowjob. I was really tempted. In fact kind of turned on by the thought. But the guy sitting on the level above him also found him interesting and started playing with him before I got there. The young guy blew his load nearly instantly. It wasn’t anything big, no launching projectiles. In fact it was just a little oozing coming out. You could tell the poor guy was shocked it happened. But I just looked up at him, and unconsciously smiled. I got a little smile back. Then the guy above him gave him a kiss on the cheek, and started massaging the guys back. I left the two (well, the 10 or so, but those 2 in particular) and went out to get into the hot tub. I glanced at the clock on the TV set. Oh SHIT! It was 6:45, and I needed to be at the Nob hill for 8 to see the show! I spent the whole afternoon there at the baths!