Closed long ago, it went the way all gay bars did during the late 70’s following a homophobic tsunami
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By Richard de Orizaba
Sometime in the early eighties, there was a bar in Miami that was the center of gay activity. It was both fun and cruisy; it was a place to meet other dudes, or get a quick blow job. This bar was everything to everyone. The older gays used it as a social venue to meet other gays or just to go and have a drink and also look at all the beautiful twinks.
The hustlers could go there and make a living since there were so many hungry, older and not so attractive men willing to pay. But for the most part, it was a very active sexual encounter place. It took place in an outdoor area and in one of the bathrooms adjacent to it. This was not your garden variety type backroom; it was all outdoors and it was where they would store things like beer kegs and empty bottles.
This area was roughly 12 feet wide by about 50 feet long but it was not all lined up…it had nooks and crannies following the footprint of the building on the back side. There was a fence and on the other side was the Miami River. So you couldn’t possibly trespass from the outside unless you actually got in the water and then climbed the fence.
The bar was located on South River Drive close to the 27th Avenue Bridge. It was not a bad location but at times it could be dangerous since you had to park your car very far away and the walk from the car to the bar and that, considering the neighborhood, presented some challenges.
The location was one that didn’t raise any controversy as it was right on the river and that area is not residential, so you would have no complaints from residents. The parking situation was another matter. On any given weekend you would drive on South River Drive for miles on both sides of the street and every possible parking space would be taken. I once had to park almost on the corner of LeJeune Road and that is roughly half a mile away.
As you walked into the bar, it was cavernous, the place had a very small door in the front and I often wondered what would happen if a fire broke out. I guess they would all escape through the outdoor area that serves as the “tricking room”. But for sure I could see that it was a disaster waiting to happen.
The location also presented another problem. Most of the drug importation activity took place on that stretch of the Miami River, with a lot of derelict vessels docking alongside the bar and the metal scrap yard business. The cops were more concerned about the drug activity than they were with the fags; therefore they left the place alone and would not raid it like they did the other Miami bars at that time.
One of the greatest attractions the place had was the cute and the sexy bartenders and servers. They had to work in very scanty outfits; be it shorts, swimsuits, or just jock straps. One of the prerequisites to get a 
job at Thirteen Buttons was that you had to have a great body and a pretty face. They were there not so much for their service as their bartender and waiter skills left a lot to be desired, but who the fuck cared? They were pretty to look at and you could squeeze their ass as you placed a tip in their jock strap and they didn’t get bitchy.
The clientele was one diverse one. You could find the most beautiful blacks and the toughest Latinos; you could see the body builders and the leather guys. The younger, and most numerous group seemed to be these Latino twinks and they would dance their ass off most of the night. But that is what they came for; seldom did you see any of them leave the dance floor.
The others were a grab bag. Most would eventually venture into the outdoor area and have some kind of sex. Either giving or getting a blow job. Don’t get me wrong, there was a lot of anal intercourse 
going on as well, but this was much later in the evening and it happened towards the end of the outdoor area, and it took some doing just being able to get there since you had to navigate your way through naked bodies in all kinds of positions and crowding each other.
I was there one very hot summer night and went into the area for the whole purpose of getting sucked off. I could barely walk a distance of 
five feet and everyone was pushing and pressing their bodies against mine. I had hands traveling the whole length of my body, some groping my crotch, others my ass. My shirt had come off and I had tucked it in my belt. There must have been over one hundred people just in that area leading to the bar.
The smell of sweat and sex was permeating the air. It wasn’t long and it started to sprinkle. As Miami is a very tropical place, some nights you get these torrential gully washers and on this night the air was charged and heavy, so the downpour promised to be very robust.
As the drops got bigger and the rain got stronger, everyone started to scramble back inside, all that is except a few of us who didn’t mind the refreshing feeling of the almost cold rain falling on our half naked bodies.
I thought that it was so sexy, so terribly alluring to have my body and the bodies of half a dozen other brave ones wet and shiny and just as I was turned on by this sight, so were the other dudes that remained behind to get their whole bodies awash with the magical rain. I also think that it was some kind of ritual cleansing…the night rain was washing away our sins; the ones we had committed or were soon going to commit.
I must tell you that I had not done anything like this since I was a kid. I mean just getting wet in the rain for the whole purpose of enjoying it. But I also had another incentive: about 6 feet away, there was this gorgeous dude who was also getting wet, not as much as I was because he was standing underneath some outcrop of crates and the rain was falling in just the opposite direction to where he was. But he was looking at me, cruising me, eating me with his eyes. He was Latin, no doubt, had a perfect body with the most magnificent abdominals and chest.
We locked eyes and we both moved towards each other. His lips parted, his tongue licked them with a sensual urgency; we met in the 
middle, he extended his hand and began to touch my chest, cupping my wet pecs and then running his hand the length of my lower stomach until he reached the top of my pants. He then expertly unbuckled my pants and they fell to the wet floor. I don’t wear underwear so that my cock just popped out, protruding the 12 inches that has given me so much pleasure.
He sees it and just goes bananas. He drops to his knees and gets it in his mouth and begins to suck on it like there is no tomorrow. He was good; he could take my whole length and seemed to have no problem getting it deep down his throat. What a glorious blow job I was getting, made all that much more exciting by the rain that was soaking both of us.
I got my hands on his shoulders, occasionally holding the back of his head to give him assurance and to guide it to take it in his mouth. He was handsome beyond belief, as I looked down at this dude who was engulfing my masculinity. He would glance at me periodically and sort of shake his head up and down, indicating he loved what he was doing.
His expert sucking was driving me absolutely up the wall with pleasure. I began to breath heavier and eventually was reaching the point of no return and I let him know so that if he wished to pull out he could: “Oh, shit, oh, oh, I’m going to shoot, oh, oh, there it goes” And I rewarded the dude with one of my copious ejaculations. He took it all and swallowed it, and then brought my dick to the front of his mouth in order to catch the remaining streams of jizz where he could taste the cum. I didn’t disappoint him; I kept on cumming until I was totally dry. The dude also came while he was sucking me.
We both went back into the bar soaking wet. The bartender, this cutie pie dressed in some scantily tiger wrap gave me one of the bar towels to dry off. My cigarettes were soaked, so he gave me one of his when he noticed that I pulled them out and they were mush. I ended waiting for him to finish his shift and he took me to his apartment over on 27th Avenue and Coral Way.
His name was Tico because he was from Costa Rica and he was barely 21. Tico lived with two guys who were lovers and he was their “houseboy” or boy toy, I don’t know which. When we came in, the two dudes were in the living room smoking pot. They offered us some but we declined and went straight into the bedroom, obviously we had much more pressing issues than getting high.
Tico’s body was magnificent. He was kind of short, maybe 5’4” and was so proportionate and firm. He had the muscularity but was smooth shaved. What was the most alluring feature was this monumental bubble butt and he wasted no time in taking off his clothes (what little he was wearing) and right away pressed his naked ass against my crotch. This ass was hungry, I thought.
I pushed him so that he could lean against a chair in the room and had him bend so I could have access to that glorious ass. I just had to eat it. He had been working at the bar so there was plenty of sweaty musk and the very alluring smell of sweaty balls. I think I must have rimmed him for almost a solid hour and he was just going out of his mind with pleasure. “ah, ah, ah, yes, yes, papi, ah, ah, oh, yes, eat my ass, oh, oh, that feels so good, ah, ah, do you like my boy pussy? Oh, oh, oh, are you going to fuck me? Oh papi, yes, please fuck me, oh, oh, fuck my ass, yes please"
So I put on a condom and started to fuck the shit out of that boy. I fucked that boy at least three times and we slept until way past one. The following week the Mariel boat lift started and it brought almost two hundred thousand Cuban refugees to America. Many of them came right into the Miami riverfront
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