16 bucks, a beer and a blowjob

The heat and humidity had lessened considerably, so the bike ride along the East River was refreshing. It'll probably be a long time before I can take that route downtown without thinking about the nightrides in September and October, but for a Friday night it was fairly deserted but for the traffic on the FDR Drive. I used mapquest as suggested, found the little downtown street, and could hear the loud music from 1/2 a block away. Ten bucks to get in, about 10 folks at the bar, 2 underwearboys serving alcohol from behind, and bad 90's porn on the videomonitor. BudLite 5 bucks plus tip, empty backroom, but the bathroom had soap. Upstairs, thats where everyone was; the ViagraBoys dancing on the bar, the deejay cranking out predictable newwavediscohits, the beautiful couples snickering together as they oggled the hard cocks above them at the bar.

It wasn't long before I went back downstairs to the empty backroom, leaned in a dark corner and lit up a joint. A few people lingered as the aroma filled the room, but too dark for them to figure out where it was coming from, or whether I was the kinda guy they could ask for a hit from. The music down here was better; the deejay at the front bar was also playing familiar tunes, but moodier ones from the same groups, longer versions, more interesting textures than the hits upstairs. Back and forth a few more times, eventually the beer ran out, only 2 bucks in my pocket, but the boys were getting hornier and small groups were gathering in the darkroom. This really really tall guy, who I think I remember from a week ago at the Cock, grabbed me, my stuff, then pushed my head towards his. Yup, it was him, since I didn't have to bend over far before it was jabbing at my face.

Various bodies moving in, moving out, groups forming, unforming, the total darkness of it was starting to bother me. I took a break, and just watched from the far side of the room. A David Bowie song that I didn't readily recognize had just the right tempo for watching the mass of vaguely outlined bodies across the room, and I smoked more dope. I had had sex earlier in the day, an AOL guy who turned out to be real sweet, real comfy in bed. So this was more as an observer, for future reference; is this a place I'd want to come back to? Hmmmm. So predictable, musically, and the movement of bodies; chances are I won't be back, it's a Friday Night party, and I'm loathe to indulge in the weekend stuff.

Later, a man with a goofy hat, vague outline of a decent body grabbed me as he slowly walked past; I made an appropriate gesture to show interest, and we did the above-the-waist bodycaressing bit for a while before I let him unbutton my cutoffs, then pull out my cockstrapped dick from my jockstrap. While his face didn't spend a lot of time down there, it was enough, and his hands were soft but firm as they held on to me as I could feel my spunk flying under one of those tiny, tall cocktail tables. My body shuddered as he gripped me more firmly, then whispered a silly question: "Did you like that?" I giggled in his ear, nibbled, bit, licked, then said yes as I pushed my stuff back inside my shorts, and gave him the ol' departing hug.

The bikeride up the East River was peaceful, and contemplative. Just before I got to the Brooklyn Bridge, looking up the river I saw the golden sliver of a moon framed by the Williamsburg and Manhattan Bridges. The Island (or the river) turned in such a way that for a brief while you could see all the bridges, the moon, the Brooklyn and Queens shoreline lit up lightly by industrial signs. The curve of the drive meant that the moon was out of view again, but soon enough, closer to home, there's that one curve where you can look down and see the Statue of Liberty under the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Williamsburg Bridge and Domino Sugar sign light up ahead. Great spot to pause, enjoy the view, alone in the dark, the cars on the drive going by quickly, and the barely noticeable sound of the East River lapping against the shore.