THE NIGHT WAS YOUNG AND SO WERE WE – THE JACKHAMMER IN FORT LAUDERDALE

THE JACKHAMMER WAS ONE OF THE BEST BARS IN FORT LAUDERDALE

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By Richard de Orizaba

Lurking in the shadows, the air heavy with the smell of masculinity and cigarette smoke, the sordid backroom of a leather bar serves as the depository of all these young men’s sexual lust.

As I arrived at the “Jackhammer” I was getting out of the car and I could not believe my eyes. There were these two cats who had just parked and were heading towards the bar and all they were wearing were chaps, chains and a very skimpy jock strap, their asses completely exposed for me and the entire world to see, right there in the parking lot facing Andrews Avenue.

I know that cars passing by noticed them because there were a couple of them honking their horns. What chutzpah, there was no sense of modesty or fear of being arrested for indecent exposure.

I went into the bar and ordered a beer. It was packed, wall to wall of an array of beautiful and not so beautiful men. Some were young and some not so young. The younger ones, particularly those who thought themselves attractive did not shy away from well lit places, while the older and less fortunate trolls were always in the darker area of the bar.

This watering hole and make-shift bordello was the bar to end all bars, the sluttiest, the filthiest and the most fun of all the bars in Fort Lauderdale. By this time, most of the Miami bars had closed so not only did you get the local boys but you would have a true migration of the most gorgeous Latinos.

 This of course was just before the asshole Naugle was elected mayor. He got elected and then went on a rampage of homophobic persecution and closed down a couple of the bars where this kind of activity took place as well as stepping up any type of cruising at public parks. This guy was the ultimate homophobe who took it upon himself to end any homosexual activity in Fort Lauderdale; never mind the millions and millions of dollars that gays brought to the city when they came down to warm up their bones from the North.

Mayor Naugle just didn’t give a shit about his community because he was more interested in carrying out his agenda: a vendetta of persecution and humiliation. It filtered down the ranks and the cops became arrogant and abusive towards gays. There were countless incidents of downright abuse and brutality, always accompanied by the familiar humiliation. I think that some of these cops got their cookies picking on gays because they were just as homophobic as the Mayor; in my opinion they were closeted, frustrated gays themselves.

But I am drifting away from my efforts to relive and relate the story. The “Jackhammer” had several areas and several bars. There was an outdoor portion and a pool section. Then there was one large room where dancing took place. You could barely dance because of it being so crowded. Then there were other parts where you could play pool, have a leisurely drink and talk to people. The music was not as loud and the cruising was heavy.

The “Jackhammer” had the mother of all backrooms. This area occupied easily half of the bar.

If shirts came off in the front area of the bar, imagine what it was like in the backroom. There, in the dimly lit penumbra sometimes you could make out the fabulous build some dude had. This particular one I had my eyes on was a Latin of about 25 with a very heavy cropped beard, black and sexy. There was some chest hair but it only served to accentuate the pectorals and the well chiseled biceps. Fortunately for me he was cruising me too and I had taken off my shirt (show off) and my body was glistening because of the Florida heat and the anxiety of a prospective sexual encounter. My heart was beating faster and I was already sporting a very enduring erection.

The cat just came up to me, no words were exchanged and he just grabbed me and kissed me. It was as spontaneous and as exciting as any experience I ever had with a total stranger. Why bother with names? Let’s just fuck. The kissing and caressing was getting hot and heavy and I was feeling his erection pressing against my thigh. He then grabbed the back of my head and coaxed me with downward pressure towards his crotch. He wanted to be serviced. I didn’t object, that is why I was there for.

When I knelt in front of him, even in the dark the bulge was gigantic and I opened up the fly and out came the big dick. It was dark and uncut, large as mine and just oozing pre-cum. I quickly wrapped my lips around the head and then he put his hands again behind my head and sort of pushed me to take in more cock. He was forceful but not pushy, it was exciting to have somebody take the lead and this guy was all macho.

Oh what a great cock it was. I was just in heaven and he soon came, rewarding me with the large load of sweet juice that just poured into my mouth and which I swallowed after savoring it. He buttoned up and left, leaving me hot and horny as hell.

 

There was one section of the backroom that was lit with black lights. The guys would glow and the whole area took a surreal appearance. It was different and exciting. While you were not totally deprived of the visual experience, it bent it and transformed it to a very sensual frame.

There was a bathroom towards the end of this area and it too was lit with black lights, only they had deliberately splashed fluorescent paint everywhere. There were two guys pretending to take a piss in front of the urinals. I knew better. There was another one by the sink and I stood there waiting my turn which never came. Instead, one of the dudes turned around and showed me a raging hard-on. I took out my cock and showed him mine. The dude by the sink immediately came over and got on his knees and started to suck me. Soon the two by the urinals came over and joined. I bent over and started to suck the one who displayed the hard on. The other one was older and not very attractive.

“oh, oh, yes, suck my dick, yes, oh, oh, that’s it, you’re a good cock sucker, oh, oh, ah, ah, wow, that feels great, do that again and you will make me cum” He was referring to my gargling technique which when the dick is all the way down my throat I start these motions similar to when you gargle.

“ah, oh, ai, baby, oh, papi, ah, ah, oh, me vengo, ay coño, mw voy a venir, aaaaahhhh, aaaiiiiii” And the dude just filled my mouth with man juice. This was the second one of the evening.

In the meantime, the twink that was sucking me, after I took a good look at him, decided he was awfully cute, so I pulled his mouth away from my cock and started to kiss him. He had a very cute face and a firm, young body. The cock was about 7” but it was uncut and pretty. After doing my routine with the nipples and armpits I went down on him and he shot his wad almost immediately.

The main dance floor was lit with red lights, so was one of the areas of the back room. It is one of the most sexually propitious lighting I know. The people take on a very mysterious and lustful appearance, it is all surreal, totally a different visual experience. But this is not where it stopped

Throughout the back room there were all kinds of kinky and unusual activities taking place.
  
As I walked towards the red light area, there on the floor, on all four, was a guy getting fist-fucked. This was the first time I actually had seen this in person. The guy doing the fist fucking must have had half of his arm up the guy’s ass. It was weird and at the same time fascinating. I stopped for a while just to watch. While I was looking on, there were a few sets of hands cupping my crotch and others caressing my nipples. One was this massive, strong body builder with a shaved head and an extended goatee and moustache. He was built like a brick shit house. The mere presence of his physique was imposing, if not downright alluring. He was the kind of guy you are motivated to touch, to squeeze the biceps to cup the generous pectorals then squeeze the nipples.

Then I got a whiff of the armpits and I can tell you, I was not expecting such an alluring scent, so masculine and such hairy and bushy pits. When I got near them, the dude just got the back of my head and pushed my whole face on to the armpits. Here is one guy who knew what he had and one person who could appreciate his masculinity that would have been me.

This guy was so strong and massive that it was evident he did a lot of squats because his thighs and bubble butt were hard as rock. It didn’t take me long to get him all turned on. He had a nice cock, cut and not too big but it turns out that it was not important since it was clear he was a bottom when he actually grabbed my hand as I was sniffing and licking his armpits and he placed my hand on his butt.

I turned him around and made him bend over and I got a hold of those glorious ass cheeks, I parted them and I just started to rim the dude. It was a juicy ass; I think he had been fucked just before I came in because it was far too moist and relaxed. In any case, I didn’t really care at that point because I was actually licking the best ass in the whole bar.

“Oh man, oh shit, oh, oh, eat my ass, oh, oh, yes, yes, you like that man pussy, don’t you? Oh, oh, ah, ah, that’s it, eat it, oh shit, oh man, oh, oh, fuck, fuck it, yes, fuck my ass, fuck it” I went for it and started to fuck him after I put on a rubber. I don’t think it would have made a difference to him but it did to me. I had taken one half of a Viagra and was now under its full effects, my cock unforgiving and pulsating, hard as a rock and even bigger than usual. It went in without any resistance and he was enjoying it from the very moment after I penetrated him.

“oh, oh, oh man, that’s it, yes, oh, oh, that is it, fuck my ass, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass” I was going in and out of that ass without mercy, hard and brisk thrusts, all the way in and pulling all the way out. As it would go in, my balls would crash against the backside of his balls, causing a smacking sound. It was all very exciting, so much so that we started to get an audience. Within minutes we must have had at least a dozen dudes who were either watching or some getting their hands on me, on my chest, my arms, caressing my bobbing butt and one even got his hand underneath to hold my low hangers.

Mr. Bodybuilder just could not hold his stimulation and said: “oh, shit, oh, man, fuck me harder, yes, fuck me, fuck me faster and harder, I am going to shoot, oh, oh, oh shiiiiiiiiiitttt” and he had an orgasm of gargantuan proportions, to be received by some cum pig just kneeling in front of him and who so expertly caught his cock with his hand and placed it in his mouth just at the point of his orgasm. When I felt his asshole contracting I too shot my wad into the condom and when I pulled out, the cum pig who had sucked Mr. Bodybuilder off just took it off my dick and drank the contents.

I went back to the main bar and the dancers were on top of the bar doing their thing. These kids were really built and beautiful, not that the patrons were any less attractive but these dancers were moving their bodies and gyrating their hips in the most suggestive and sensual way. It was a true spectacle and enough to make anybody horny. Even for me, and I had just shot my wad ten or fifteen minutes before, I found them to be so stimulating I started to get hard again. Perhaps it was also the effects of the Viagra.

There was this dancer that fortunately was standing in the bar right in front of me and he had the body, the face to make any straight guy go gay.

He had very attractive tats on his back and one armband tat on his right bicep…meaning he was a top. The skimpy thong he wore could not hold such a package, this guy was hung. I kept putting money on his thong and he realized they were not dollar bills, they were Euros or $20s, so this encouraged him to just dance for me and even grabbed my hand as I was going to put one more bill on his thong and he actually guided it to his semi-hard dick. He wanted me to feel it as an indication that he was grateful for the tips. No one else got that privilege; I guess that is what money can do.

When he finished dancing he came over and sat down next to me when the stool became free I asked him if I could buy him a drink and he said only coke, because he still had one more set of dancing to do, but he did say that once he was finished he would like to go to the backroom with me and show me how much he appreciated the tips. I told him I would be right there waiting.

The dancers are supposed to circulate and so he went to the other end of the bar and in front of me was this one cutie that was in my opinion a little bit too scrawny for me and also much too young. So I got up and left and returned to the back room.

What I got to see this time was really an array of different fetishes and weird sexual interchanges. There was this guy tying up another one, there was one who would give a paddle to those who passed by and have them whoop his ass.

Then at very center of the back room there were these leather types in full regalia doing all kinds of things. One had this one real cute twinkie on a chain and he was licking his boots. The other one had his legs spread open, was smoking a big cigar and had this other younger guy, obviously “his boy” servicing him for all to see. It was kind of an exhibitionist or a demonstration and no one else was allowed to join, it was for show only, kind of an assertion of his dominance, saying: “here, I own this boy, and no one else can have him, he is cute and young, I am the daddy and I am in charge”

There was even another couple engaged in fist fucking and I’ll be dipped if the son of a bitch didn’t have his arm up to his elbow inside this guy’s asshole.

There were various couples engaging in full anal intercourse; one couple were these two leather queens but the top had a gigantic cock which he mercilessly rammed into this guy’ bum hole. The other two were youngish Latin twinks just fucking their brains out, while I watched, they switched and now the top was the one who had been getting fucked. They were cute, but too young and too scrawny for me although the one on top did motion for me to come over. I did and he sucked me for a little while. I wasn’t getting the stimulation I expected, so I left and went back to the bar.

By this time my dancer had done his last gig and was waiting for me. I supposed he figured I had left but when he saw me he was more than expressing he was glad to see me. He immediately wrapped his arms around my neck and planted a kiss and said: “thank you for waiting for me, now, would you like to come over to the office, there is no one there now and we can be alone”

I immediately assumed that he was doing this for the money but I was wrong. I then asked him how much was a private lap dance going to cost me; to which he answered: “I have no intentions of doing any dancing for you, I want your body and I want to make love to you, no charge, this one is on me”

Now, that is a switch. Here we have a dancer-hustler who is picking up a patron for his own satisfaction and not as a business transaction. We went into this microscopic office; I think that it was so small that if you wanted to fart you had to step out because there wasn’t room for that. But we did the best we could and he got me to lower my pants almost immediately. When dancer boy saw the goods he said to me: “look, I know you are going to be surprised about this, I am always a top, but with that big cock of yours, I think I would like to have you fuck me. Only you have to promise to keep this between ourselves, because my livelihood depends on it”

I put my finger over his mouth indicating that he didn’t need to say any more. And on to his chest and armpits I went. After dancing like he had been, he was sweaty and just ripe. The scent he had was similar to that which the first guy I sucked had. But this one was more exciting because he was younger and prettier. Mr. Dancer was all turned on by me, there was no doubt, I didn’t even ask his name but he asked me mine, then he said that he went by the name of Tuscaloosa Bill but his real name was Willy.

The lovemaking that ensued in that tiny office was incredible. I still think about it and get a hard on. Willy got up on the desk and let me suck him, lick him all over, lick his pits, bite his nipples and just rim the hell out of his ass. Then he went to work on me. It was clear that the dude was just partaking of my body with a great degree of pleasure.

And at the end, he just sat on my cock and rode it, milking it with his contractions until he made me cum. He did take off the condom and drank of the contents, which convinced me he was really into me.