Sep 16
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Sep 15
Club Papi lives up to it’s reputation for throwing the best parties around. A group of us headed down to Tijuana, Mexico to Extasis for Club Papi’s “Sex Party” party. We arrived early and waited, and waited and waited. Due to the heavy rain, we had thought for sure that this party would be a bust. Thankfully we were wrong and around 11:30, people started piling inside from the cold dampness of the outdoors and the club heated up with hot men and raging hormones. The dancers were amazing and horny, most of them from Latinboyz.com, with fully fluffed cocks encased in skimpy little outfits. The stage performance didn’t leave a soft dick in the place. On one end, a muscular dancer was sticking a dildo up his ass while on the other end a hot little gogoboy was getting his cock sucked from a cute guy who was pulled up on stage. The second show around 2 AM was not as impressive, no one wanted to get up on stage with the dancers. Most of the horn dogs were already in the dark rooms having an orgy filled sex fest of their own. I heard that there were a couple of live sex shows in that area where guys were fucking each other on make shift stage. In the hip hop room, the stage was filled with young male dancers were baggy boxers. On closer inspection, their cock were flopping around and on many occasions, fell out for everyone to see. There definitely is no party like a Papi party and hosting it in Mexico where there are no rules, it make it even that much more fun.
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Sep 03
Southern Decedence 2007 came and went, along with so many of the party goers there and the streets are stained to prove it. This was my first So Dec party, and honestly, I do not know why I had not gone sooner. With the exception of the extremely humid heat, it was by far one of the best times I have had all year. I arrived in New Orleans on Thursday with a friend. Chi Chi LaRue had the infamous Battle of the Bulge contest that night, which we did not want to miss, and thankfully it lived up to it’s name. This also gave us a chance to get our bearings since neither one of us had been there before. Our mission … naked male strippers … as many as we could possibly fit in that weekend. Unfortunately, thanks to the Bush administration, they are no longer able to get naked. But that didn’t stop us from having fun. Thankfully we had a few tips on the best places to go.

Our first stop, The Corner Pocket. Their slogan is Boys on the Bar and they had lots of boys dancing on the bar. If you sit at the bar, realize that you are expected to tip. If you don’t want to tip, stand off to the side. The guys do walk around after they get off of the bar and you can pick and choose the ones you want. During the Decedence weekend though, this place is packed and the bar is full. It is hard to get a drink, much less a place to sit at the bar. They have a pool table in the back which the boys get up to dance on. This is one of the best places to be if the bar is full. The guys have to walk to the back towards the changing room and you can get a little more one on one time with them. The dancers at the corner pocket are not muscle studs, these are younger guys, probably not exceeding 22. Many thanks to two particular go-go boys Eddie and Diego who made that weekend memorable.

We then tried out Madrigals on Bourbon Street. This was a quite little venue you enter through a courtyard and go up some rickety old stairs. Watch out for this when going back down so your sorry drunken ass doesn’t eat it all the way down. This was much more of a burlesque show. The cute muscle dancers were announced and then performed on stage. Some of the costumes left little to the imagination and all of the dancers were extremely friendly. They walked around after their set and talked with the clientele which gave us all some personal time to tip them. All of the dancers also offered private lap dances. One of my favorite sets was by a dancer named AJ. He came out in a black pants, a jacket and a fedora. After a few minutes, the jacket came off, the pants were torn away and he stood there naked, covering himself with his hat. I still thank the mirror behind him for giving us a very special view.

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We then heard of a bar called Good Friends. Huge place, hot bartenders and strong drinks. We stopped during the day to see the bartenders without their shirts. Upstairs, they were quite a bit younger then the bartenders downstairs and they were only wearing their underwear. Gay boys in underwear, gotta love it. Stumbling back one night from the Corner Pocket, we decided to go back to The Bourbon Pub. We had seen a dancer with an extremely fat … bulge and wanted to check if he was there. We decided to take a quick stop into Good Friends, it ended up not being so quick. We walked upstairs and the lights were all off with the exception of the bar lights illuminating the surrounding area. The dancers on the bar lived up to my vision of was Southern Decedence was suppose to be all about. I won’t go into details, but this is one bar you need to check out after 1 am next time you are in New Orleans. We also walked by Rawhide, which is Nola’s Fetish, Bear, Leather bar. We never made it inside, probably because there was always a line a half a block long every time we walked by, even at 3 in the morning.

The Bourbon Pub and Oz were the more popular clubs that weekend. The parade on Sunday was short, not too impressive, but the bead toss afterwards made up for it. We will be making frequent trips to downtown L.A. to stock up on beads for next year. On our last day for Southern Decedence, we stopped by the two clubs to kill some time before heading to the airport. Drained, tired and nearly broke, we saw a dancer named Robert at Oz who was wearing a very short tea towel …only. My friend saw him the previous night. He was wearing the same skimpy tea towel and after a little while with my friend … let’s just say his excitement was clearly noticeable when he stood back up. Needless to say, there was a long line to tip him after that. We scrambled to find what little dollars we had left, tipped the hot stripper boy from Texas and headed back home. New Oleans is an amazing city and everyone that we came across was very friendly, kind and courteous. We will be going back next year, actually, I have a feeling that Southern Decedence will become a yearly event.