Florida Swinging: A Stripper Named Moe


Moe the dancer. Sorry the photo is so bad but the club was dark.


Friday night my partner “Van” and I hung out at the Boardwalk, a stripper club we always try to hit when we come to Fort Lauderdale.

A Dominican dancer we recognized from one of our earlier visits was at the door.

“Hey, how have you guys been?”

The Dominican turned to the guy at the front desk. “Hey, these are my friends. Give them a discount on the entry.”

“Hey, thanks a lot man,” I said, glad for his unexpected generosity.

So Van and I sat down and looked at all the eye candy around.

The Boardwalk can sometimes be a depressing place, filled with elderly, overweight white men tipping dancers to get a little bit of time and affection. Most of the dancers appear to be from the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rican and other Caribbean nations.

But Friday night the crowd was younger and more vibrant. And the dancers were definitely good looking.

After a while a dancer named Moe walked over and gave Van and me some time.

Moe was dark-skinned brother with a phat booty in Speedos. He sat on my lap first and grinded and offered me his big, dark nipples so I could lick and suck them while the intoxicating scent of his cologne filled my nose. Then he sat on Van’s lap and played with him.

He definitely made it rain. Soon his briefs were filled with our dollar bills.

Moe leaned over and whispered.

“Go in the back room with me. The rate starts at $20 and you can give me anything else you want above that. I will do anything you want me to do.”

It was a nice try but unless both Van and I could go back and play with him together it wasn’t happening.

“I’m sorry, you can only go one at a time,” he said.

So we chatted awhile. Moe said he was 32 years old and ran a digital imaging company. But money was tight while he was launching his business so he decided to take up dancing. He was at the Boardwalk seven days a week, earning up to $300 a night in tips.

Van noticed his dick never got hard when he played with us.

“Are you gay or just gay for pay,” I had to ask.

“Naw, actually I’m bisexual,” he answered smiling. “I play with men and women.”

The Dominican dancer who met us at the door walked by. I noticed he had gained weight and looked more tired and jaded then had two years ago when Van and I first met him.

“Yeah, it happens,” Moe said. “This is easy money and there are guys who like to drink and get high and they get used to the money and never leave. I’m not going to end up like that. I’m focused on my business.”

And then he got up, claiming he had to take a break. He promised to come back but I knew he was eager to find the next men who would keep tipping him and perhaps go in the dark room in the back and pay him even more for his services.

 

 

Florida Swinging: The Watcher


“Jaleel” was out running errands, getting ready for a family reunion,  when he hit up “Van” and me on Jack’d.

“I would  really like to watch you two fuck,” he said. “I’m kinda shy and that really turns me on. What hotel are you staying at?”

I told him the hotel name and room number. Before I could even check with Van about whether he wanted to play with a third Jaleel was knocking at our hotel door.

“Hey I never confirmed we were going to play,” I said, surprised.

“Well, I was in the area.”

Van and I were not going to throw him out. He was a beautiful chocolate, like a a Hershey’s bar, with a thick black beard. A little on the thick side and definitely handsome. Just 31 years old.

Jaleel still had to run to the store to get ice, sodas, charcoal and citron candles to keep away Zika-carrying mosquitoes. So we decided to play later in the day and he left.

But 15 minutes later there was another knock on the hotel door. Jaleel had come back. “My uncle called and they need some more stuff so I have more time to hang out.”

“Cool, let’s do this then.”

Jaleel

I started by eating out Van’s ass while Jaleel watched, stroking his thick dick until it got hard. Then he lay in the bed beside us while I fucked Van missionary style. His ass was so tight as usual it didn’t take me long to cum — I lifted his legs, thrust a few more strokes, and busted a good nutt.

Jaleel had warmed up a bit and was licking Van’s left nipple while I fucked him.

After I nutted, Van busted his nutt. And then we lay on each side of Jaleel, licking his nipples while he lay back and jacked and busted a nutt. It took him a long time to cum.

“You must be jacking off too much,” I joked. “It’s taking you a long time  to cum.”

“Yeah, you are right,” he said smiling. And soon he was shooting a thick creamy nutt on his belly.

Afterward I asked him why he was so shy. He grew up in Fort Lauderdale and always knew he was into men but had to keep it a secret because his family and friends likely would not accept it.

“Women just don’t turn me on,” he said. “I like masculine men.”

He had first had sex with family friend when he was just 21 years old. The family friend was more than 10 years older and Jaleel had always had a crush on him. Jalee remembered his dick was so big it took three sessions before it would fit in his virgin ass.

Jaleel didn’t have much time to talk. His family kept texting. The family reunion was going to start soon. Where was the charcoal? We have to light the grill.

So Jaleel said his goodbyes and left,  back to his down-low world.

 

 

 

Florida Bound



My partner “Van” is buying a condo near Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

So we are in Florida now settling some affairs.

If you’ve read my blog awhile you know I have fallen in love with South Florida. And Van planned to retire here even before he met me.

So the plan is we will split time between here and Baltimore. Since I can telecommute I may be able to work here a few weeks at a time.

And if I find a decent job here who knows?

So here we go!

Baltimore Pride Weekend: The Hustler


Young Hustlers, Selma Avenue, Hollywood, 1971.

Young Hustlers, Selma Avenue, Hollywood, 1971. Photo by Anthony Friedkin.Times have  not changed — there are streets in Baltimore where male hustlers still go.

Last night I took a break from the Baltimore Pride crowd at the Drinkery  bar to go outside and indulge one of my guilty pleasures — a single cigarette on Friday night.

And there I met him. The hustler.

He bummed a cigarette off a friend of mine and we started chit-chatting. And out of the blue he said, “I got a big dick. Do you want to play.”

He pulled his shorts down lower, showing off his neon green Papi underwear, and used his hands to stretch his khaki shorts so I could clearly see his dick print. Yep, his dick was a respectable size.

I was taken aback a moment when he blurted that out. And then it dawned on me. This tall, lean, brown skinned man in front of me was a hustler.

It was clear he was on drugs. He was so fidgety and probably needed money for a fix. But I had to get his story.

“Paul” said his life was ruined when his stepsister falsely accused him of raping her. He was put on a sex offender list when he was 17 and had difficulty finding work. He was already the father of a child.

So he dealt drugs, served some jail time, got out of prison and was even shot (he pulled off his shirt to show the long scar that ran down the middle of  his six-pack abs to prove it).

Now he was an electrician making $18 an hour but after the state took out child support he had very little to live on. So he hung out at gay bars to earn extra cash.

“That will be $40 if we play a little bit,” he said. “It is more if you want to do more.”

“Hey Paul, look I get sex free I’m really not interested in paying for it.”

“Okay man, that’s cool. That’s cool.”

Paul, who is now 28 years old and the father of two, admitted he has been selling his body for a decade, even while he was dating girls and fathering children.

So did that mean he really likes having sex with men? I noticed him staring at my dick bulge. So I had to ask.

“So is what you do fun? Do you enjoy it when you have sex with men?”

He got agitated, waving his arms about and pacing back and forth. And he almost shouted back.

“No it’s not fun! No it’s not fun! No it’s not!”

But I had to wonder. He was protesting too much.

 

 

 

 

Baltimore Pride Weekend: The Leather Party Spanking


It’s Baltimore Pride weekend and despite the high temperatures “Van” and I are hanging out with friends and determined to have fun.

Last night an acquaintance persuaded us to go to the “Lust” leather party at the Grand Central gay bar on Charles Street, where the Pride Parade will take place later today.

The party was hosted by the Command leather enthusiast group.

I’m not into the leather scene but it was a great group of friendly folks. The highlight was when we went in the backroom and watched a sexy black Daddy administer a spanking to a very willing white submissive.

I’m not into pain but have to admit the scene was very erotic. Here’s the pics: