So, like you said, timbuktu, it happens, but it's definitely not commonplace. We just returned to making out in a dark corner, rocking major hard-ons, haha.Ī friend of mine literally had a threesome in the dark part of a NYC gay bar on New Year's Eve. And when we got out, the bartender wasn't waiting for us or anything, and we weren't thrown out or anything like that. He sucked my cock for a bit, but soon the bartender was banging on the door, telling us we had to get out. He wanted to take things further, so we headed into the bathroom. I quickly went back out to main bar area, where I chatted up a guy with whom I quickly started making out. My initial reaction was like, "What the fuck?" - it felt like the guys in there pounced on any fresh meat in the room. At one point I wandered into this "back room" and everyone had their cocks out. Situated on the corner of Royal and Kerlerec Streets in the Faubourg Marigny and just a stone’s throw from the French Quarter, the Royal Street Inn and Bar combines the laid-back attitude of your favorite neighborhood watering hole with high quality hospitality to create an establishment that is quintessentially New Orleans: a bed & beverage. I went to an "underwear party" at a gay bar - if you stripped down to your underwear, the bar would sell you drinks for cheap. (The guy was sparking clean, it's just a very sudden discharge of a lot of piss.) And, when I pulled out, I believe even the bouncer would have been glad we were in the toilet, not the bar. You see, this sweet, young, angel-faced man did not merely like to be fucked with a big fat cock, but liked to be fucked after said cock had put a quart of piss up his ass. Quite a difference-in the US you usually had to sneak off to the toilet or other hidden spot, while here it was preferred you should fuck in plain view in the bar!Īs it turned out, there was a reason a Londoner aware of the bar-fucking protocol had suggested we should do it in the toilet. "Eh Mate! If you're going to fuck him, would you please do that out in the bar! Someone might have to crap!" he shouts. So we're in the stall, doing what he requested, when the bouncer comes banging on the stall door.
I remember my first time at The Hoist, when this cute guy (who became a regular fuckbuddy on my subsequent business trips to London) suggested we should go to the toilet. Even in the 2000's, London was still quite liberated compared to the US (and I've done a lot of bar fucking in the US).