The Phoenix
Finally, after almost three weeks of bronchitis and lingering congestion—yes, even through my trip to OKC—I feel normal again! Time to go to The Phoenix!!
The Phoenix is the good “back room” bar in New Orleans. Actually, the whole second floor is the back room. The upstairs is also the New Orleans Eagle. So, if you’re ever trying to find The Eagle and can’t find a sign for it, that’s because the sign is inside The Phoenix, at the bottom of the stairs. Why? I don’t know.
In a refreshing change from the rest of the back room bars in the country, sex here has become more open with the passage of time. Men even fuck at the bar while they’re drinking. It’s funny.
I got there around 11:30 and there wasn’t much of a crowd yet but the bathroom was packed. I let my eyes get used to the dark and drank my bottle of water. There were a couple of leather/muscle guys in half-harnesses and nothing much else doing what they do best which is fuck in front of people and not let anyone touch them. Tourists. I helped a hot man look for his, probably stolen, wallet but thought it would be kind of tasteless to ask for sex after that. (He was still there an hour and a half later trying to put my hand on his cock but by that time I was kind of over it.)
There was a skinny hairless guy sitting on the bench sucking whoever waved their dick in his face. He wasn’t very appealing to me but he was sucking a handsome, hairy, kinda tweaked, shaved-headed, goateed guy, so I horned in. I started playing with the hairy guy’s nipples and he directed things from there.
The skinny guy sucked me some. For a while I though all the hairy one could say was “Bust one up his ass, man. Bust one up his ass, man." So I plowed the guy’s hole while he sucked the tweaker’s soft dick. I could smell other loads in his ass. I fucked and fucked but no dice. I finally shot on his face while he was still sucking cutie-pie who, by the way, had a couple of my fingers up his ass. Turns out I shot too soon ’cause a minute later he was getting fucked, dammit. I wish it had been me but, on the other hand, I really needed to shoot one. The skinny guy wanted me to come over his place and fuck him some more but I wasn’t into it.
I got a another bottle of water and leaned against the wall next to the electric chair. I started playing with a guy I've played with before here and who I talk with online sometimes. He was an insanely good kisser and I remembered his furry butt. He got me hard again in no time but I knew I couldn't give him the load he wanted. He sucked me anyway and was really into my rank jock. I could taste it on his moustache when we kissed. I had to go but we are going to the same play party tomorrow and I promised to fuck him there.
I got lost on the way home and got an impromptu tour of Metarie. I'm tired now. Goodnight.
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