My journal of a thousand blow jobs (NSFW)
Feb. 20th, 2009 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fr_defenestratoSo the first night was faboo: after napping at the hotel, Maestro and I went out and foraged, stopping by Kelley's Deli for po-boys before heading to the Queer Sixteenth of the French Quarter. This bartender, who looks precisely the same as when I shot that picture in 2002—and looks like he could be Lord Gig's kid brother—greeted us at Oz along with five or so hot dancers. We had a couple beers and headed to Good Friends, where, upstairs at the Queen's Head Pub (yes. rly.) just a few patrons and staff were hanging, along with a formidably built, tanned, 40ish naked guy, who immediately came over to us and put our hands on his butt. His name was Tony, he said, and somebody had stolen his shorts, and just how was he going to get from here to Lafitte's where, an hour hence, he was scheduled to start dancing? It was schtick, of course, and he extorted a couple sawbucks off me to give Maestro and me a private dance that entailed taking my dick out and making it dance, and ended, if not with us coming on his chest, in any case with him asking for such with a practiced earnestness that got my taint at least thinking about it.
And then suddenly he was fully dressed and heading to Lafitte's.
On further research, turns out it was Tony Dancer, a Vegas-based dancer/escort/sometime porn star:
We stood at the Queen's Head bar for a couple hours talking to more or less annoying humans and this beautiful Brazilian bar dancer:
, Marcel, whose escort ad I've long admired (but never availed me of) in the Washington Blade and on rentboy.com. At one point while I was fondling him, a somedeel stocky patron came up to me, put a dollar down the front of my pants, and started a generalize neanderthal wooing that entailed dry humping, once again getting my cock out and tumescent, and finally putting his finger up my ass before I decided that was quite far enough. Marcel was a lot of fun to play with and talk to: one of those guys for whom lively conversation wasn't contingent on a steady stream of dollars in his drawers. (Or socks. Or sock drawers.)
After a disappointing 'Aged Prime Beef Contest' downstairs (three contestants, one of whom was a goat and none of whom where new cars), Maestro and I headed to Lafitte's for the 'Dick of Mardi Gras' contest there. Tony Dancer the dancer was there as were a half dozen other hot guys... I believe, but can't be sure, that one of them was this
walking erection, who goes by Paco (shot here at Decadence 2006). Upstairs on the bar, at a couple points, he had his shorts at his ankles, his dick at full mast, and his asscrack pressed firmly into my face: rimming dancers on the bar, I have to say, is one of my favorite things in this world to do, up there with eating Skor bars and swinging on an old tree swing.
Maestro and I were both kinda blotto by 3 a.m. and so headed back to the hotel for immediate crashing. Got up a while ago and we're shortly out for fewds. More later!
And then suddenly he was fully dressed and heading to Lafitte's.
On further research, turns out it was Tony Dancer, a Vegas-based dancer/escort/sometime porn star:
We stood at the Queen's Head bar for a couple hours talking to more or less annoying humans and this beautiful Brazilian bar dancer:
, Marcel, whose escort ad I've long admired (but never availed me of) in the Washington Blade and on rentboy.com. At one point while I was fondling him, a somedeel stocky patron came up to me, put a dollar down the front of my pants, and started a generalize neanderthal wooing that entailed dry humping, once again getting my cock out and tumescent, and finally putting his finger up my ass before I decided that was quite far enough. Marcel was a lot of fun to play with and talk to: one of those guys for whom lively conversation wasn't contingent on a steady stream of dollars in his drawers. (Or socks. Or sock drawers.)
After a disappointing 'Aged Prime Beef Contest' downstairs (three contestants, one of whom was a goat and none of whom where new cars), Maestro and I headed to Lafitte's for the 'Dick of Mardi Gras' contest there. Tony Dancer the dancer was there as were a half dozen other hot guys... I believe, but can't be sure, that one of them was this
walking erection, who goes by Paco (shot here at Decadence 2006). Upstairs on the bar, at a couple points, he had his shorts at his ankles, his dick at full mast, and his asscrack pressed firmly into my face: rimming dancers on the bar, I have to say, is one of my favorite things in this world to do, up there with eating Skor bars and swinging on an old tree swing.
Maestro and I were both kinda blotto by 3 a.m. and so headed back to the hotel for immediate crashing. Got up a while ago and we're shortly out for fewds. More later!
