somebody posted:

jizz into the darkness

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jizz into the darkness

dreezy posted:

Cowman posted:

this thread taught me that sex clubs are a real and legal thing in the US and aren't considered brothels just because there aren't prostitutes there.

~the more you know~

Zzulu posted:

why would they be illegal you square

roymorrison posted:

How do I list my spare bedroom tia asking for a friend

Hell Yeah posted:

definitely check in on lightning lips and use the code TIGERBLOOD

Red_Museum posted:

dreezy posted:

Golden Bee posted:

What's wrong with "Cinco de Guyo"

dreezy posted:

Germstore posted:

We stopped using that coupon code last November- for reasons.

Blow Buddies, San Francisco posted:

As sex club for older guys, BB does what it ought. But the nasty queen called "David" at the front needs to be talked to; he is taking out some resentment or other on the clientele, and he seems to be particularly uninhibited with men of color.

Kim D. on The Pumping Station posted:

The thing about going to gay bars in Memphis is that you can carry and conceal there. So it's awkward to see no guns signs in the front - and for it to be a gay bar in the South, you get a bit of trepidation.

Napoleon's Itch posted:

We wandered by on a Friday evening and were intercepted by a smoking-hot muscular man in a jockstrap, knee pads, and a minimum of Baseball gear. He posed for a couple of scandalous photos and we were on our way.

El Estrago Bonito posted:

Hell Yeah posted:

pubie's pawg house lol

SteveVizsla posted:

Porn booth janitor is not a profession I realized existed. I can't decide if that's bottom of the barrel of janitorial options or the dream job.

SteveVizsla posted:

Porn booth janitor is not a profession I realized existed. I can't decide if that's bottom of the barrel of janitorial options or the dream job.

SteveVizsla posted:

Porn booth janitor is not a profession I realized existed. I can't decide if that's bottom of the barrel of janitorial options or the dream job.

Zzulu posted:

why would they be illegal you square

SteveVizsla posted:

Porn booth janitor is not a profession I realized existed. I can't decide if that's bottom of the barrel of janitorial options or the dream job.

Hell Yeah posted:

pubie's pawg house lol

James C. posted:

We enjoyed the view and atmosphere as other people joined in a lot pussy girl on girl pussy eating went on. Then we noticed a pregnant girl in there that got us disgusted

Mozi posted:

ugh what if i'm eating pussy and suddenly my tongue comes into contact with the baby's tongue like i'm frenching it - gross!

Club Rendezvous posted:

Dang Club Rendez-Vous was the SHIZZ-HOLIO!

Noting like old punk rock SF Queer worl to remind you that behind the grunge there was a power of acceptance, and bizarreness, and alcohol to fuel a cultural revolution. I miss the old lass and te ways it fill my friday happy hour before hitting the clubs. Great drinks, old gossipy queens, and a taste of what a dive bar should always be: unconditional dysfunctional love for the locals & alcohol.

Club Rendezvous posted:

This place is FILTHY. So FILTHY that I'm really conflicted as to whether I love it or need to go boil my eyeballs in antiseptic.

So I've got this really nymphomaniacal friend who one day called me and was all, "Dude, I was just driving down Polk on the way home from coaching a Jr. High all-boys volleyball team, and the whores outside of Club Rendezvous were hella hot."

I thought, "Ch'yeah right were you coaching volleyball. Unless by "coaching volleyball" you mean "purchasing prostitute time" and by "Jr. High" you mean "those standing in front of Club Rendezvous".

But instead I said, "BUT I'M CUTER, RIGHT?!"

So of course the next week I had to go check out that poo poo for myself. I sat at the Japanese snack cafe across the street and licked an ice cream cone while I watched this floppy-haired guy disappear behind a corner, put his thumbs in his belt loops, then spin around the bus stop pole.

Then of course a few days later I'm stuffing my face with a donut walking down the street with my friend the lecher Jessica and we're passing by all the gaysians giving me the evil eye up and down in front of NTouch, and I'm all, "Let's go into Club Rendezvous!"

I don't know about you, but about twice a week I pass by a random-rear end place in public and remark, "This place smells like cum!" You know, like headache-inducing ammonia and bleach -- well, cum and poppers, not just cum. Seriously, like every random street corner I pass by once every 3.5 days smells like poppers and cum.

poo poo. The Rendezvous floor was all lined in garbage bags -- to CATCH the cum dribbling from the crazy johns' mouths. They were playing BAREBACK porn on a big screen overhead, and there were NOT hot-rear end whores lingering about. There was only a grizzled one-armed man and a really gruff tranny all rolling her eyes and adjusting her thong.

I was in there one minute with a wide-rear end grin on my mouth, which slowly degraded to a look of disgust as I elbowed the door open and ran out, chomping down the rest of my donut.