bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings

Wednesday, June 08, 2005
OLD COCK

preserving our Gay History, one misdemeanor at a time

I slid my hand in, moving up slowly, loosening as my hand moved around, feeling around. Pop, pop, as I could feel the sheet getting loose from the staples, and as I reached up higher, someone reached into my pants, higher and higher until he found my jockstrap. Grabbing firmly, he continued his mission as I did mine. I inadvertently let one, then a second, of those round Cock/O.J. pictures loosen and fall behind the banguette, moving higher and over further until.... GASP! Somehow, despite all the beer in me, the man managed to squeeze out a hard-on, and just as I popped the last staple free, and the poster fell gently into my arms. Still standing, still being fondled, I took my time folding it carefully, then jumped onto the floor. Sitting next to my new friend (actually, as it turns out, our body parts had intermingled a few times before), he laughed slightly as he acknowledged my prize. Then he plopped his face in my lap, and as I noticed we were being watched by several nearby men, I felt compelled to be a bit more openly enthusiastic, pumping harder, and pushing both my arms firmly down on his head. Another guy moved closer, reached into my companion's pants, and found something hard to grab onto for the ride. Inhaling second-hand smoke, the music thumping, and my hips pushing up, it wasn't too long before my buddy sat back up, his cock falling from the other guy's hand. So, well, (duh) I had to have some.... It wasn't 90 seconds before he gasped something about him being about to do something, I lifted myself up off of him, but grabbed him with my left hand, his breathing stopped for two seconds, then faster as the gut on the other side of him schlomped down on him as he let out a low moan.

Where did i leave my beer? Ah, those cargo shorts are good for something.... Glad I was wise enough to shove it in the pocket that wasn't holding what's left of that joint (thanks, Scott, still smoking it a week later). I have no idea how much longer I stayed, the music was good and loud, the place was still fairly full, but my thoughts were turning to "what's in the fridge" so I stumbled out, unlocked the bike, you know the rest.

An article in Gay City News, More Stringent Sex Club Inspections a week or two ago made me laugh "Some of the 165 businesses were inspected once, others got dozens of inspections and one received nearly 200 visits. Five gay bars - the Eagle, the Slide, the Cock, Urge and Boysroom - have been inspected 402 times since 2002 with the most recent visits coming in March and April of this year. Boysroom, on Avenue A, has been inspected 18 times with 31 violations found while the Cock, also on Avenue A, has been inspected 185 times with violations observed eight times." Clearly, Boysroom is doing something wrong, while The Cock must "know somebody" - ahem!.....so it's the last few weeks at the OLD COCK. Fairly doubtful that the new location will be as fun, but I'll try to keep an open......