Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 13:37:03 EDT
From: Bkcycler@aol.com
Subject: SEX CLUB MOMENT (ws, scat)

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.