For those of you who live in the city, I am sure you have either visited, or heard tales of it's seediness. For those of you who do not, allow me to share with you a few details. It is a small bar in the East Village of Manhattan where just about anything can happen and the management will allow it. Interior design is of little importance to the patrons of this establishment. The place looks rather chewed up. The bathroom walls are papered with porn clippings. The walls are a basic black, and the bar is a simple wooden bar, sturdy enough to bear several well-built go-go boys (men?) at one time. Lighting is relatively dim, which is probably for the best, because in the morning you may be glad the view of your exploits was obscured.
I had only been to The Cock once before this past Sunday, on the occasion I was serviced by The Captain's best friend in the bathroom. Shocking as it may sound, I found the bar to actually be less seedy than it was...and smaller. This must have been because it was a slow night the first time, because this sunday was packed...and filthy as hell. There was the bar, and the dance floor, where people seemed to be behaving themselves for the most part. But the dance floor was bordered by those big black rubber flaps, which allowed naughty things to occur around the perimeter.
I hardly noticed this when I arrived, because my main concern was taking a piss. But here is my main problem with The Cock. YOU CANNOT GO TO THE BATHROOM. That's an exaggeration. You can, but it's quite a fiasco. I, personally, am pee-shy, and there's no way in hell I can stand at a urinal in this joint. I wanted to use the stall, but there is only one, and it was being monopolized by a man who would only let you in for sexual activity. Bastard. I left the bathroom, frustrated, and The Captain pointed out to me one more bathroom, a private one, a few feet away. I got in the line, which moved quickly, and entered to find that the door has no lock. It is very hard to urinate when you are pee-shy and can't lock the door and people keep walking in on you. I gave up after the third intrusion, and approached The Captain to emphasize the difficulty I was having. Finally, with him standing guard, I was able to empty my bladder and move on to other things.
We meandered through the crowd, sipping our beers and dodging wandering hands. Eventually, The Captain went out for a smoke, and I was left to fend for myself. I sidled up to one of the drag queens, who happened to be my ex-boyfriend from high school, and acted like I wasn't severely uncomfortable. I finally didn't feel like I was going to get humped against my will, and relaxed a little bit. As this happened, I noticed a handsome man to my right giving me the eye. I don't remember what kind of interaction started us off, but we began making out pretty promptly. Next thing I know, he's pulling me across the dance floor, popping a squat on a stool, pulling my erection out and blowing me in the middle of the bar. And no one acted like it was anything unusual! There were practically no voyeurs at all.
One man tried to join the fun, but it was not about to happen. Another appeared, however, and was more to my liking, and the two started to trade off. I could live with this. Then I realized The Captain should be done with his cigarette by now, and was probably wondering where I went. I turned my head, and there he was, scanning the crowd for me. He finally spotted me, cackled, and held out his beer to clink with mine.
Cocksucker #1 finally decided to come up for air and go get a beer. I imagined that his throat was a little dry by now, so I bid him farewell. Cocksucker #2 remained, introduced himself, and invited me to go home with him. I thanked him, but told him I would be going home alone. I zipped myself up and reunited with The Captain, who congratulated me once more. We agreed that we'd had our fun, and were ready to call it a night. But first, I wanted say goodnight one more time to CS #1. I figured he'd earned it.
I found him by the bathroom, talking to another extremely attractive man. The new guy introduced himself, and CS #1 informed me that he was very well endowed. He showed me, and I was startled by such a beautiful piece of equipment. After very little encouragement, I decided to give it a taste. Delicious. It now seemed that both men were very attached to me. They both followed me out of the bar, and although neither spoke it directly, it certainly seemed that they wanted me to pick one to go home with. I honestly wanted to go home solo, but I also wanted both. I was more physically attracted to CS #3, but I had only just 'met' him, and CS #1 was much more personable, and put me a little more at ease. Although I remained resistant to both, CS #3 seemed to take the point that if I had to choose, it would be Door #1, and disappeared. It still took another half-hour of begging and making out by the curb, but CS #1 eventually won me over and convinced me to spend the night with him.
I never expected someone I met at The Cock to be so gentle and considerate, but he was a great host and a great cuddler. I slept little, but when I did was very pleasant. We spent the day together until I had to go to work, and we had a lovely time.
But still, I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I had picked Door #3. He was super hot...probably the most attractive of the three, but he didn't seem as warm and genuinely interested in me as a person (again, weird for a guy from The Cock). If only I could have my cake and fuck it too...
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