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By a Cell Phone Light…

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The choices in an adult bookstore — at least the adult bookstore here in Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog — includes gloryholes Opens a new window from this blog, private rooms and a darkroom. Those are one’s three choices to indulge in the hedonism.

The holiday season hadn’t invaded this place. Not even the music bothered to pulse with any musical beat beyond the normal dance jams with more urban tones. I’d made a couple of loops. My cock had been stroked and sucked through a gloryhole or two. The private rooms had been occupied a lot. I’d had enough time to find the men in whom I wanted to see my cock slide first.

Among them, a beefy Latino, wide chest, short and stout. Look like a good chest. But his favorite destination seemed to be the darkroom.

Now I don’t tend to favor the darkroom. It isn’t because I don’t enjoy darkrooms. However, trolls lurk there.

Some of you younger bucks may be asking, “What are trolls?”

Trolls tend to be older men (but can be of any age) who horn in on others having good sex and make it bad.

Age honestly has nothing to do with a troll, but trolls simply suck at sex (not in a good way) and they can’t figure out how to improve their sexual prowess. Yet they insist on entering into others’ fun and ruining it for all. In fact, trolls seem to delight in this.

No matter how ugly, how old, how black, how brown, how young or whatever one’s lot in life, your ass should be pink and juicy on the inside. Within certain constraints Opens a new window from this blog, I will fuck and breed you. But trolls are off limits.

I politely push them away. Some are more persistent than others. Those will ruin a fuck.

Back to the hot, stout Latino in the military haircut wearing the unfortunate white, striped sweater.

A little tip: If you’re going a place with a darkroom, choose dark clothes and don’t wear anything with a logo so people can recognize you.

I followed him into the room. As I entered, it took a moment for me to make out the shadows of the men. His was the shortest, of course, over near the corner and I moved toward him, brushing up against him. He responded in kind and reached for my crotch. I unbuttoned and before long he was down on his knees sucking.

His technique lacked focus and he couldn’t go deep, even with someone like me who didn’t really challenge anyone. My cock is just at seven inches, so my cockhead will just touch the back of most people’s throats. Sure, you’ll gag but it’s not like I’ll really stop you from breathing.

He kept his head bobbing shallow, supplementing with his hands and even licked my balls, which I loved. I completely dropped my trousers (all my valuables were locked in the car) so other men were feeling my ass and even one went down to share a lick on my balls. It wasn’t bad.

I tried to hint to my little guy I wanted ass, bending over and reaching into the gap in his jeans where his ass crack happened to be. I would touch his smooth ass. But he kept sucking.

In this darkness, I wasn’t the only one getting sucked. Darkness inspires whispers and silence for some reason. I’m a quiet guy anyway.

But there arose such a clatter, I snapped my head around to see what’s the matter.

A black man with an obviously large cock snapped on his cell phone to look down at his huge pipe entering the ass of a beefy white man wearing what looked like a black jockstrap.

“Yea, man, give me that fucking ass,” he exclaimed in a deep, gravely voice. A masculine man, the kind of downlow fucker you’d see on Sally Jesse Raphel and fucking this quiet white bottom raw. “This is a good fucking ass!”

It was across the room from me with four or five other men between me, so shadows would occasionally obscure what I could see. But the fuck noises were obvious. My little Latino continued to suck but I had my eyes firmly planted on what was going on across the room.

And I wanted that ass next.

The black fucker just got to pummeling that ass. The slapping of thighs to ass got louder and I pulled my cock away, bored by the half-hearted ministrations by the Latino. If he were smart, he’d stand, then bend over and drop his jeans.

He stood and continued to reach for my cock. I zipped up and moved toward the light of the door, but keeping an eye on the fucking.

The grunt and fuck noises just got louder. In the pale light, you could see the bottom now bracing himself against the wall and the top just letting the fucker have it.

“You’re going to get my nut!” the black man practically yelled. And then he did. “ARRRRRHHHHGGGGG!!!”

He let loose what had to be a torrent of cum into that white booty. He fucked it a few more times.

“Fuck man, I gotta sit down,” he said. “I’m fucking weak in the knees from that.”

The cell phone switched off at that moment but he sat down where the light from the doorway showed his cock, a thick nine inches, as the bottom turned around, hefted it up and sucked it clean.

By now, my Latino had moved next to me and was reaching inside my zipper. But I wanted that loaded ass.

Fortunately for me, afterward, the white bottom moved by me to go toward the corner I’d vacated. I reached out and brushed my hand against his ass and followed.

It proved enough to get his attention.

The Latino had kept my cock up if the action hadn’t. The bottom reached around and gave my cock a tug, recognizing another hard cock. He then lined it up with his hole.

I just fucking love cum sluts.

The entry was smooth and easy after that other monster had vacated. And I moaned. As that escaped my lips, a familiar light came on. The black top hadn’t left and now his cell phone illuminated my cock inside this white ass.

It wasn’t going to be a long fuck.

“That’s a nice ass, ain’t it man?” He egged me on.

Truth is, I’ve had better. I don’t mind loose asses. This one was just nondescript. And the bottom had never learned to flex his muscles. I had to do all the work. As I reached up to get a grip, I grabbed what I thought would be his jock.

T’weren’t no jock. It was some cheap, polyester lingerie garter belt. Fuck, I’m so not into men dressing as women. And this guy is totally not the type of guy who would.

But my cock is in an ass, raw, and I’m churning up cum.

“Dude,” the black man spoke. “You fucking push me again, I’m going to knock your goddamned head off! You fucking understand me?”

Troll alert.

“Stand back and let the dude nut in his butt and we all can fucking watch.”

That’s my cue.

I snort some poppers and I let it go. I know I’m not as turned on as I should be but I keep my hands on the fleshy cakes and I try to tune out the trolls, knowing that I’m protected for the time being. I focus on popping and mixing it up in this bottom’s ass. Picking up the pace, slamming harder, giving it to him, punishing him for being a pussy in women’s underwear.

I cascade over the side and grunt a few times as my Latino is there, tickling my balls. Yes, he still wants my dick.

I cum. I half cum really. I shoot a load but it’s not fulfilling. I give the audience a good performance, knowing that I am injecting into his ass but I beef it up making sure it seems good, although more understated than my black ally.

By the time I pop out, another hard dick is lined up and he’s shooting by the time I’ve zipped up and left.

A little disgusted with myself that my powers of perception probably hoped that it was a black jockstrap rather than a black garter belt. I make another loop and I fuck a guy’s face for a while. He won’t offer me his ass, even telling me he watched me fuck that guy and that I can fuck him any other place but here.

And I bump into the black guy as he comments, “That was a mighty fine ass, wasn’t it man?”

“Yea, man,” I nod in agreement, now completely lying to him. “You have a good one.”

I head out. Half satisfied.

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Swinging Richards: Is It Rape If She Gives a Blowjob First and Never Says to Stop?

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The Atlanta Gay Strip Club and one of my favorite destinations in town, Swinging Richards Opens a new window from this blog, made the local press lately. A woman patron accused two (or possibly three) dancers there of rape (GA Voice gay paper Link Opens in a New Window, WSB-TV Link Opens in a New Window). The police incident report is available too and I’ve included it Opens a new window from this blog.

The basic story goes like this:

A woman and her male friend has seven shots of some alcohol at that friend’s house before going to Blake’s on the Park, a local Gay bar. Then she recalls being at Swinging Richards, getting a lap dance from one of the dancers and being guided to the VIP area. She had “several things” in her hand including a debit card when “several” strippers guided her to the bar area. There was a discussion of numbers and she handed someone the debit card.

The next thing she recalled is being bent over a table and two or three males having sex with her. She doesn’t recall whether she told them to stop or whether they wore protection. Police interviewed the male friend who was with her. He said he never saw intercourse but he did see her give one of the dancers a blowjob.

She recalled following the sex being in a bathroom and throwing up. She was told she couldn’t stay in there. She doesn’t recall how she got home.

 Following the evening, she was quite disturbed. She took a “morning after” pill and reported it to police, who are investigating.

I know Swinging Richards well.

Is it rape if someone is intoxicated, provides oral sex beforehand and never says, "stop," during the act?

  • No, it's not rape. (56%, 41 Votes)
  • Maybe it's rape, maybe not. I can't be sure. (32%, 23 Votes)
  • Yes, it most definitely is rape. (12%, 9 Votes)

Total Voters: 73

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Did this happen? Scuttlebutt is an incident did occur, although not quite the way the woman has reported it to the police. Obviously, her status was one of inebriation and memory is quite disjointed. Moreover, her male friend’s recollection of her providing oral service doesn’t help. But if he witnessed such, he had to be in the private dancing room as well since such personal touching would not be allowed out in the main part of the VIP Room.

The report says he was taken to another area, which means another private room, I imagine, so as to not witness the dancers having their way with her — if indeed, this occurred.

It so happens, I stopped by last night and checked a few things out.

The experienced dancers well know where the big money comes from. It is not the female patrons. Women are notoriously bad tippers. For the most part, Swinging Richards prides itself on being a Gay bar and keeps it that way. While one can use a credit or debit card to pay, it’s easier to pay with cash and preferred.

Oh, let me also say that most strippers there claim to be straight. Now, I’d verify probably about half of them as truly straight but the ego boost they get from men and the money is well worth it for them. But the other 50 percent break down into some other groups. A few bisexuals and a couple of Gay men do wander the floor. However, it’s the other 30 percent or so that occupy the middle ground that become a concern.

This gray space of sexuality is where I tend to have the most concern. And perhaps Swinging Richards should as well.

In this space, men tend to struggle with the sensation of attraction to men and compensate with more activities with women. This is apparent not because there’s a perceived threat on his masculinity by rubbing up against a man, but by the sheer fact he actually enjoyed it. That inner conflict becomes ripe for more aggressive attempts at sexual adventures with women.

Believe me, I discuss with with some of the dancers and they get off their shift then “fuck the hell out of some bitch.”

Right.

The good dancers left their spooge somewhere else that night.

The dancers who perpetuated this act — if indeed it went down as it was reported — were plain stupid. Messing with women is never a good idea, especially when they’re intoxicated. And double-teaming just means there’s a witness. Stupid, stupid, stupid. One of you will get a chance to get a lesser charge and turn state’s witness on the other. Either way, you’ll both end up on the sex offenders’ list. Yuck.

The guys have closed ranks and aren’t talking much at the moment, but I know it will come out eventually. I have my guesses, but for now, I’ll keep them to myself.

Here’s my advice for Swinging Richards:

  1. Management already bans women from the VIP area but should extend that to the private rooms. I know that’s money in the pocket, but women can cause this kind of trouble.
  2. Consider a waiver before entering into the room, outlining it’s for “time” and “visual entertainment.” This will protect the club since this woman’s next move is filing a civil suit against the club. Dancer, patron and club must sign it.
  3. Only two people in a room at a time: The dancer and the patron. I’d be honest. The whole chair thing across the doorway sucks. I’d get a timed door lock or something along those lines (not a full door but a three-fourths). I’ve even consider investing in renovating the space in the back so there’s more but smaller rooms and a little more high-end space.
  4. If there’s a doubt that a patron isn’t sober, administer a Breathalyzer. I’ve seen these used at many clubs at exits so patrons can be assured they’re legal to drive. Above a designated amount, you will not allow a patron to purchase a dancer.

I’ve got some more ideas for Swinging Richards, but that’s another post.

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Swinging Richards Review Posted to Sleazy Atlanta Guide

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So my reviews of Atlanta’s sleazy guide would be incomplete without including Swinging Richards, the premiere strip club for Gay men in Atlanta. I admit it. I fucking love this place. I wish I could go more often and see the boys here. Someday I will. In the meantime, let me give you some of the secrets of the club, in case you didn’t know.

Dancers actually pay to work at Swinging Richards. Every night, the dancers “tip out.” A percentage of their tips or designated amount go to doormen, bartenders, the deejay and security. Therefore, the bartenders, bouncers, etc., are watching for anything given away for “free.”

The little blue pill might come into play. Because most of the dancers are straight, getting a hard-on is prime time to getting good tips. Boner pills are a welcome resource at the club.

All the dancers have multiple names. Their stage name isn’t usually their real name. If a dancer likes you, he might give you his “real” name, but often it’s also a version of their real name — like their middle name or a nickname. But don’t be upset by this.

A few dancers provide freelance work but most don’t. If they do, it will be expensive. Some use the same rate of $400 an hour as at the club, which is ridiculous since they must tip out at the club. A few have quoted me up to $1,500 for overnight.

Dancers will pop-off for you if you pay for it and request it. But don’t be surprised if they lie to you. Pay for at least 30 minutes in a private room and make sure the dancer hasn’t popped off yet. Ask the dancer what he prefers and likely you’ll end up sucking cock or eating ass for a while.

To get attention from a dancer you like, it takes cash. Dancers want it. It’s very simple. However, they aren’t all beef. Don’t touch them without their permission. Be polite and respectful. Generally, you’ll get attention you want but some dancers simply will not be interested in you. That’s how it goes. But tipping twice or three times while performing on the main stage helps get you noticed.

Some dancers have done porn. Some are even proud of it. Some aren’t.

Dancers lie. If dancers get your number, they might solicit you for funds outside the venue. Some might even ask that you send them money via Western Union or other means. Be cautious about this. Understand they usually won’t “pay you back” even in kind, especially at the club. Dancers won’t give you their true sexual orientation. They’ll see if they can pick up on your fantasy and answer the question based on what will turn you on and loosen your hold on cash.

Dancers are people too. Getting past all the shit they do and lies that patrons tell them, real people lie beneath the façade. They’re making their living. Many are students, some travel from out of town to work just for the weekend. So while it’s a fantasy, be a little careful.

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Swinging Richards, An Atlanta Institution

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Swinging Richards

1400 Northside Drive
Atlanta, GA 30318
@RichardsATL on Twitter

Swinging Richards also offers a Miami location at
17450 Biscayne Boulevard
North Miami, FL 33160
@RichardsFLA on Twitter

This review is of the Atlanta location and was updated in June since my last visit in May 2012. I’ll have to swing by the Florida location soon…

Swinging Richards: Where The Men Are Straight, The Drinks Are Stiff & The Bodies Are Hot, Hot, Hot!

I am told few stripper bars compare to Swinging Richards — at least between Miami and the Canadian border. Canada has a few stripper clubs considered better than Swinging Richards. I’ve not visited. I wouldn’t know. But I’ve talked to the dancers, who come from far and wide to work at this Atlanta institution. Arizona, Costa Rica, Florida, New Jersey and other states, territories you will find interesting.

Inside the door and after you pay your cover, the ample stage will offer some of the best beef available. While women will pass into the door, Swinging Richards is a Gay bar and it makes no bones about it.

Swinging Richards in AtlantaRecently I witnessed a group of women having a fit outside the bar because their money was being refused, as Swinging Richards plainly posts on its website at its entrance — no bachelorette or bachelor parties. To add insult to injury, one of the beefy dancers passed by as the head bitch asked if indeed the rumor was true that a majority of the dancers were straight.

He answered yes.

She asked whether he would prefer to dance for her and her pretty friends or “those fags over there,” as she pointed at a duo of average looking guys having a drink.

“Oh, I’d much rather dance for the guys,” the dancer replied, as the bitch’s jaw hit the floor. “Girls never tip well. Guys always take care of me.”

The two “fags” handed him a twenty and left with the straight dancer for a lap dance. The girls left the bar.

I love Swinging Richards.

Yes, many dancers are straight, bi, curious or heteroflexible. In fact, you’ll find so few Gay dancers here that it’s impossible. However, you won’t give a fuck. This bar isn’t a place for anything other than to get up close and personal with a fantasy. Many of the men here learn how to provide that fantasy — for a price.

The men are hot, hot and hot (and having traveled around of recent and visited several places, I can testify these men are hotter than any so-called “go-go” dancers at other clubs).

The men take good care of themselves (although far too many of them smoke). You will find all shapes, sizes (for a while, a nicely muscular little person worked here), ethnicities and cock sizes. Generally, the men start around 21 years old and go as old as late 30s. Many men are muscular from very beefy to rather tight and toned.

What I notice is each man tries to offer a “hook.” There’s something about them that pulls the customers in. If they don’t have a hook, they create one.

One guy, who isn’t from Russia, looks like he could be Russian. His stage name is “Dmitri.” Then there’s surfer dude “Collin” with his shaggy blond hair and his massive cock — two big draws. Baseball guy and his outfit is great but it’s his ass for days that always draws my attention (and I mean, this white boy has more junk in the trunk than I’ve ever seen).

Many of the men sport tattoos. Ink enhances the experience.

Cover on most nights is $10, although there’s no cover on Tuesday before midnight and Wednesday night is $5. Keep in mind that parking is always $3 but the lot is well lit and manned. Friday and Saturday nights are the obvious choice for the best nights when the most men are working. The place is generally well ventilated.

For a while, Wednesday offered smoke-free nights, for those of us wanting a little less fog and stench but it didn’t work out and they’re back to allowing smoking.

If you’re around Tuesday early, you might get a glimpse of the newest men on trial to see if they can make it to be a Swinging Richards dancer. Tuesday is also considered a difficult night to work since the cover is discounted.

The main room features a nice stage down the middle with two bars — one to the right as you enter and one at the very back. The drinks are expensive but generous. And what goes for top shelf other places is well here (for example, Smirnoff is the well vodka).

The bartenders and bar-backs can be equally hot as the dancers. If you’re lucky, head toward the back bar and look for the extremely hot Juan to serve you up a drink and tip him extra well. If you hang out long enough, his shirt comes off. It’s very worth the wait (and the tip). Of the men serving cocktails, look for Jonathan, an absolutely adorable Asian. Watching his ass in his tight jeans is almost as fun as watching many of the dancers.

The stage will support six dancers but depending on the number of dancers on shift and the crowd, as few as two might be on stage.

Dancers perform three songs. The first in their “outfit of choice.” Each dancer gives off a vibe. I mentioned the baseball guy. He and his beautiful ass comes in baseball gear constantly — even with black grease paint under his eyes. Another does the soccer get up. A New Jersey homeboy styles his beanie. And oddly enough, one Latin from Florida does boot-scooting stomping in leather cowboy boots and jeans. Others offer up normal, everyday clothing. Usually they’re all without shirts.

Upon the second song, the dancers shift positions and will remove their pants. Health code requires shoes at all times. Underwear choices tend to be fun to watch — from jocks to Diesel to Underoos to boxers.

The third song shifts dancers another position and, for bigger dicked boys and those with confidence in their bodies, the underwear comes off. If the dancers seem shy, they’re not. They’re waiting for more money.

At any point during the three songs, bring a dollar to the stage. Each dancer wears one or two armbands. Fold and tuck the dollar into the armband. Generally, the more money made the first two songs, the more likely a dancer will get naked on the third. Additionally, bringing money to them will give you a glimpse.

Going to see dancers multiple times during a set does wonders. If the dancer isn’t too stuck on themselves (and some are, as you might imagine) the dancer will notice you more. If it’s not too crowded on the main floor following the set, dancers usually hit the locker room to drop off their cash and then to come out and “thank” their tipping customers. You might be asked if you’d like a lap dance.

If you’re male, please consider going to the VIP Room for the lap dance.

The VIP Room isn’t the “champagne” room in straight bars. This is an area just outside the private rooms where dancers “hang out.” Women are not allowed here. Male customers pay $10 extra cover to come back here.

A lap dance on the main floor means hands at your side.

A lap dance in the VIP Room means you get to explore a little. You’re supposed to keep it above the waist, but we all know how guys are.

FYI, a lap dance is $20. It lasts a full song. Be careful if you engage a dancer. The less scrupulous will continue dancing and won’t alert you to the fact that you’re racking up $20 per song. After 10 minutes, you’ll owe $80.

That’s right. You’ll notice your favorite songs are a little shorter here. Songs run 2½ to 3 minutes.

The dancer will get completely naked. Don’t hesitate to ask for what you want. For example, you want to rub his chest and arms, go for it. But if you want to explore a little lower, you are supposed to do that in the VIP Room. Not allowed out front.

The back bar opens up to the VIP Room as well, so getting drinks here isn’t a problem. If you’re like me and stick with one bartender when you enter a club, you’ll want to work with a bartender from the back bar if you plan on visiting the VIP Room, which is a definite recommendation. On busier nights, cocktail waiters work. While the waiters have stations outside, they can serve you in the VIP Room as well.

The terrific part of the VIP Room is dancers do hang out here. Yes, you are hit up for lap and private dances. The good dancers will engage in a conversation first.

A vast majority of the people who work at Swinging Richards are very friendly. That said, some dancers can project attitude. There’s the one I call “Captain America.” He’s blond, muscular and a mega asshole — or at least that’s how he seems toward me. There’s another swarthy dancer who works the VIP Room with a tremendous body but will cheat you out of every dance he can get from you; he’ll start mid-song but charge you for the whole song. That’s the thing: These men do work for your money. But they also have their own taste and objectives. Captain America always seems to go after older men for short bursts and big payouts. Swarthy dancer just wants to use them then lose them.

Dancers will not kiss or get too intimate in the VIP Room. They will tease and imply a great deal prior to entering into the “private dance” spaces — these are cubbies without doors just off the VIP Room.

Private dances work like this. You pay a certain amount to the “house” (meaning Swinging Richards) and a certain amount to the dancer. Standard fees follow:

  • 15 minutes: $40 to the house, $100 to the dancer
  • 30 minutes: $65 to the house, $200 to the dancer
  • 60 minutes: $125 to the house, $400 to the dancer (comes with a bottle of champagne)

On many nights, especially if its slow, you’ll hear about “Two-for-One” VIP rooms. This applies only to the house charge. Therefore, you can get a 30-minute room for $40 or a 60-minute room for $65 (without the champagne). The dancer is full price. You’re not necessarily getting a bargain.

And the dancer also expects a tip beyond the fee.

Prior to going into the room, you need to determine what will happen and what the dancer will and will not do. Remember that you are purchasing private time with the dancer and that neither Swinging Richards nor the dancer offers sex in exchange for money.

For a bunch of bi, straight and curious guys, exactly what’s going to happen can be very strange.

  • Generally, fucking never happens — even for the rare girl who pays for private time. Dancers will not fuck on premises.
  • Many dancers struggle to get hard, even with pharmaceutical assistance. Be understanding and you’ll have a better experience.
  • Kissing varies from dancer to dancers. Several will not and it’s not negotiable. Some will.
  • Generally, dancers will allow you to suck their cocks, especially if you’ve paid for 30 minutes. Many of them prefer that’s what happens.
  • You may be able to service other parts of their body, like lick nipples, ass, ears, feet, balls, pits, pecs, etc. But ask first. Some have particular issues, especially with any ass play.
  • “Pop offs” or getting a dancer to shoot a load is possible, but only for 30 minutes or more (and promised a tip). If horny enough, dancers might jerk off their own cocks for you. If you suck well enough, dancers might shoot a load (even let you swallow).
  • Some dancers will touch your cock through your pants, even grind up against you.
  • Unless you pay for 30 minutes or more, your cock will never come out of your pants (and even then it’s unlikely). Again, discuss this with your dancer. Almost all dancers do not jerk you off (much less suck).
  • All this said, dancers are there to make sure you have a good time and they’ll let you know what’s going to happen. Be direct and honest.

For all that goes on here, Swinging Richards is not a sleazy destination really. It’s quite clean and upstanding. However, if you really want to feel fucked, understand when you leave, you will. You will be royally screwed in the wallet. You can have a good time here for $100 or a really good time here for $1,000.

I’ve been here enough (I don’t go often) to know what to expect. It’s my fantasy to walk in the door here with a few thousand to burn one night. I might still do it. Eventually.

In the meantime, don’t miss Swinging Richards.

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