The moment I am about to describe took place recently at a New York gay sex club. If you were to drop by the place off- hours, say maybe a Wednesday around 2:00 in the afternoon, its business use would be pretty obvious. Several large adjoining rooms, no windows, dark vinyl tile floor. No free- standing furniture, just fixed platforms here and there at bench, or waist, level. Most are bed-shaped, but some large and round, and all have thick fitted black vinyl padding on top. Several partitions made of wooden bars clearly suggest partially open jail cells. Two open structures mark off spaces where wide, thick leather slings hang by their four corners on strong chains. The most dimly lit of the adjoining rooms is at the back. Wide built-in benches with black vinyl cushions line two of its walls. It opens on to decent-sized closet space, partly partitioned off with bars and partly partitioned off by a narrow wall with a large just-below-the-waist hole in it. At the opposite end of the adjoining rooms, near the front, a stairway leads to a finished basement where there is another dimly-lit room with a few scattered, cushioned, built-in benches, and two bathrooms. One bathroom has a large, dim open shower area. Back upstairs, a single "beaded curtain"-- of alternating chains and strips of black leather- leads from the main rooms to a well lit changing room/clothes-check area where there are two video monitors mounted near the ceiling. Further to the front, and on the other side of a locked door, a small entryway has a door that opens to the street, where passers-by, if they bother to glance, see only a nondescript storefront.
When I visit in the busy evening hours, it's on nights when a rimming club rents the space, and I'm usually one of about sixty customer/members at any one time. I roam and have my casual encounters, but when a major scene of exuberant fucking breaks out I like to become part of a gallery, like a sports fan who vicariously makes the amazing third-base play while the top athletes are actually out there on the field improvising surprise moves of male-to-male challenge and maneuver and joy-saturated high energy.
The first sign is a luscious young stud leading a slightly older Johnny Depp type by the hand to a large fuck platform. This particular night the platform happens to be already occupied by a pair of mid-30's or so leathered and studded skinheads. One of the skinheads has been flashing a tight, rigid eight-inch cock for the past hour. He has found a match at last, and the two of them have climbed up on the platform for a serious slam-fuck. Spectators assemble, ass cheeks brushing against ass cheeks; the designated fuckee kneels on the cushion, face down/ass up, fumbling for poppers. I feel a moment of concern, but decide I can't tell them anything they don't already know. The eight inches plunge in and jet-fuck for ten minutes, then pull all the way out and suddenly stab back in, and again, in an all-the- way-in then all-the-way-out breaking and entering each time, pleasing only itself. The fuckee moans and pushes his hole upwards to be used more. The poppers are doing their work
Meanwhile the first young stud remains standing but finds room on the platform cushion to lie forward, his sweet soft rounded butt exposed to his lover of the moment, who stands close behind him and gently reaches forward to push his head downwards. The handsomely trashy young fucker then thrusts his hips forward while his fuckee whimpers as the guy's cock moves through his sphincters. The fucker pauses for a moment to caress the dimpled sides of his partner's ass. Then he bends forward to lie over the back of the guy whose ass he's in and they whisper to each other, starting to make gentle, easy love next to a pair of frantic skinheads and surrounded by an audience of men slowly swaying, jacking, finger-fucking their buttholes
The skinheads are getting into it. The one with the angry dick pulls out and stands up, above and visible to everybody in the room. His fuckee whirls around and sucks. They moan louder and louder in "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" gasps as their thrashing makes the platform wobble. They don't care. They pant in loud, jerking huffs that drown out the sound system. Nothing shy about it. The fucker skinhead grabs the other guy's face and draws it up to his own. They kiss roughly, and then the fucker pulls his mouth away and spits into the other man's still-open mouth. They are getting off on a public rut in a hyper-hot male-to-male writhing seethe of cock and ass.
The pair at their feet thrust tenderly and hungrily towards each other, falling more and more in lust with each inward push. The naked crowd watches and silently bones up in spite of themselves in the room's pounding, heat, and sex stinks. It's like a freshly-exposed fraternity of the soul, a marine outpost in a distant wilderness, a remote Russian monastery, a tight band of cowboys lasting out the winter in the Rockies. The beautiful young guy getting dog-fucked wags his puppy ass back and forth, the bottom half of his body bloating happily with the tingling, fluttering vertigo of a carnival ride he wants to go on forever. His fucker probes deeper into the slick, hot pull of his intestines. The fucker wonders if his cock might even be smearing into small pockets of new bitter, metallic pretty-dude shit.but he tries not to picture that; the thought could set him off way too soon.
The skinheads know the younger guys are there and watch their footing just enough as they crash against each other in their bruising fuck. The skinhead fuckee juts his ass straight up in the air and his fucker rides ass for a while, then pulls out and turns completely around until he's facing in the opposite direction. The fucker now has to force his cock backwards and down to bounce-fuck hole, and it's a show: "Hey, guys, look! Ever fuck hole like this?!"
The younger couple pulse and moan, lost in each other, knowing they're in a larger scene and nestling into it together.
It's all fuck now. It doesn't even matter whether or not there's someone on the end of anybody's sticky, heated cock. It's just fuck. Fuck Poppers. Everybody's getting into their piss and shit fantasies, traveling into the toilet of the mind, tasting, tasting, swallowing piss, sniffing shit..Yeah!....The fucker young guy suddenly pulls out and pushes his face in to suck the hole was just fucking; the suckee whispers hoarsely to him to keep sucking and I think "Yeah, I'd suck fresh shit from that mouth! Anytime! Yeah! Just spit it right into my mouth , fuckerman!!"
We just want to be a pile of starving toilets now, puckering, swallowing for anybody's piss, anybody's shit, from any hole that hot piss, or shit, might be gushing out of...No barriers. No boundaries. Men. With men.