Amsterdam, Summer 2017
Illustrations by @theruralgay
I had a waist bag with 3 essentials items for the night: a fresh bottle of easy-to-inhale poppers, a bottle of my favourite water-based lube and a small bottle of water. A sex club exists for two reason: to lower your inhibitions while pursing hedonism. The working week was tiring and demanding and from working out 4 times a week, I wanted a night of pure lust. My goal was simple: go into this sleazy night club and enjoy the night. I will be a “mare” at this stable of “stallions”.
I had “cleaned” prior to arrival and had taken my Prep pill. I had worn causal clothes and brought a small gym bag with my outfit for the night of anonymous sex. I entered and went to the changing area. I always wear a classic “fun” outfit consisting of a tight jockstrap, sneakers, a blind fold, a harness, and socks. My face was freshly clean shaven, so I looked my best for the night to come. I have come to realize I know my body, so I always put a cage on my cock. The reason for this being is that I do not want to pleasure myself, I want to be pleasured. I do not want to touch myself, but I want to be pleasured elsewhere: my prostate. By being caged, I do not want to have the opportunity of pleasuring myself so I can focus on my bodies feeling and my “top”.
I walk to the bar, men dancing and cruising to the sound of deep house music. I ordered a shot of tequila to commemorate the night to begin. I tell the barman “Bottoms up”. The shot is ingested and am ready to be a “mare”. I begin walking down the stairs to the basement aka the dark cruising room. The club has been open for merely an hour, early into the night and its open till sunlight. There is not much action from my eyes glaring around the room, yet. There is a strong odor of simple life pleasures: the smell of sweat, cum and poppers. The slings and the leather bed are all available for a “mare” to take a seat.
I choose the bed. I prefer doggy style like most bottom men, so it seems like a good place to begin the night. I get onto the bed, my ass perfectly on display for all to see, feel and touch; my back is arched down and my head into the material of the bed. I apply the cool succulent lube to my furry ass, and I put the blind fold on. I prefer not to see who I am playing with as it makes my other senses more heightened. I take the first whiff of my fresh bottle of poppers: a deep inhale to prepare for the uncountable penetration to come tonight.
I can hear the moans of other “mares” and “stallions” around me. I cannot see anything but the sound around the room is getting lively from the noise of pure anonymous gay sex. A “stallion” touches my back and touches my hairy asshole. The first touch feels so divine. He begins to push his finger into my man cunt, I cannot tell which one; but I do not care. He fingers it gently for a short few seconds and I smile in pleasure. I then feel the heat and wetness of something most wonderful: a tongue. This act makes my eyes roll in ecstasy. A man eating my pussy is so delightful. He begins to make my cunt all sloppy, I push my asshole open so he can eat like an animal in heat. I take a short inhale of poppers to make my ass more numb to this sizzling tongue up against my ass. He moves his tongue from the bottom of my ass to the top like a dog licking a lollipop. He can’t see my facial expression, but I am living. I put my hands on my ass and spread my cheeks more so he can get more of sweet tasty ass to devour. He touches my caged cock and he can feel I am rock hard. Unfortunately, he cannot touch me and as a “stallion”, he does not need to. I am a mare and my job is one thing: to use.
I did my job by taking (what I believe by moaning and groaning was) 16 loads that night.
Not an ounce of guilt or shame.