Across the Ohio River: Clarksville, IN

Kentucky is the land of studs right? Stud farms abound amongst the rolling hills since horse racing is a BIG deal in Kentucky. I have to confess that Kentucky took me by surprise. I really liked it and can't wait to return.

But the real place to meet studs isn't in Kentucky, but across the Ohio River in Clarksville, Indiana. This suburb of Louisville appears to be primarily a bedroom community, but when the men want to retreat somewhere besides their bedrooms, they all head to Theatair X (yes, I spelled it correctly -- 4505 Highway 31, Clarksville). I can't speak highly enough about this location. It is absolutely the model for the way adult establishments should operate. Friendly clerks, clean toilets, modern, working arcade, friendly and pretty ladies putting on a private show, and a superb collection of videos, sex toys, and magazines.

You need not pay anything to enter the arcade, but for god sakes do spend money to keep this place financially viable. Booths take bills ($1, $5, $10, $20) and tokens (25 cents) and amazingly, they all seemed to be working during my two visits. Several of the booths have nicely drilled gloryholes (some larger than others) and peepholes so you can get a good view of your booth partner if you so desire. Each booth has a bar stool, most have a roll of paper towels and a brown paper bag for trash.

The men were especially a draw when the after-work crowd showed up. Lunch drew fewer men and not nearly as attractive a crowd. Mostly white, mostly between 25 and 40, and a nice mix of blue and white collar types, I had no trouble connecting with several guys. Essentially, you just enter a booth with a gloryhole and in no time you'll have company next door.

There were the two guys who appeared to be lovers, in their mid-twenties, who moved in to my adjoining booth. One of them obviously got off watching his buddy service another dick. He was on my cock in no time flat. After a while, the man in charge whispered through the gloryhole that his buddy wanted to swallow my piss. Now pissing on demand has never been my strong point, but fortunely for this couple, I had been stocking up on ice tea that day (always makes my bladder fill quickly). His buddy got back down on his knees and took my half-hard cock in his mouth and we all waited to see what happened next. Then I felt that warm feeling of my own piss surrounding my cock in this mouth on the other side of the hole. I could hear him swallowing in big gulps, not getting a single drop on the floor.

There was the sales guy (I could tell because he was wearing the company emblem on his sports shirt) in his early thirties who unzipped his khakies and whipped out an amazing piece and worked my jaws raw through the hole.

And these were just in the first hour of my first visit.

You'll spend a lot of money here because the men available will keep you occupying the booths. There was an amazing lack of attitude during my two visits. Mostly just a bunch of horny men who wanted some quick sex. The clerks never came back to see what was happening, but the arcade was clean enough to lead me to assume that the janitor must appear fairly often. All in all, this place will be how I'll compare all the rest of my bookstore encounters on this trip. It will be hard to beat Theatair X in Clarksville.

[Cruisemaster note: These journal entries are normally placed online weekends. I make no promises, however, about getting them posted regularly. This is a real road trip and sometimes my 'field research' gets in the way of writing down what I discover along the road.]

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Cruisemaster
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[This message has been edited by Keith (edited June 11, 2000).]

I agree Keith, Theatair X is the best place I've ever been, though I guess I don't have YOUR broad variety of experience!

It's got all of Louisville's other ABS facilities beat hands down. I can ALWAYS suck or get sucked there, no matter what time of day or night. Wow.