Just a few years ago, before the gay clubs were bulldozed on Peachtree Street and made way for condo skyscrapers to house well-appointed Yuppies and Guppies, I loved to go dance my ass off all night at Backstreet. This club had a special 24/7 liquor license and never closed their doors, always serving up drinks and house music for the local gay boys and visitor’s to stumble out at daybreak into the sunny haze of HotLanta. It was in a prime location where Midtown boasted high-rise hotels, the Fox Theatre, great restaurants, all within walking distance of just a few blocks. You never knew who might show up at Backstreet to get drunk or dance with hot boys or move upstairs to watch Charlie Brown’s cabaret style drag shows.
On a blazing hot summer Saturday night, I was dancing and sweating off too many shots of Jose Cuervo 1800 when a group of hot, totally well-built, shirtless, African-American gents slid gracefully up beside me. They moved around in precise, professionally trained, choreographed ease on the dance floor without the usual applause. In my drunken stupor, I did remember that the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre Troupe was performing at the Fox for a two week stay. And, I just knew these fellows had to be part of the finest American dancing professionals to grace stages all over the world. Golden tequila shots always transformed my shy personality into a radiant, rosy-cheeked, over indulgent flirt of a dancer. I was known for backing my ass up on guys when their swagger moved me to grind into a well-endowed crotch. Dancin’ too close was more often the way of the Backstreet gay boy’s packed-in crowd.

Few days ago, french porn actor François Sagat announced on his website that he was officially retiring from porn. The hot muscle man with tattooed head has other projects but hasn’t elaborated as of yet. Below is what he had to say:
It was five minutes pass the six a.m. start of the Breakfast Hop morning rush and Damien Dieters had still not arrived for work.
Dale McGreavus, wrought with anger and sick with the boys continued insubordination, told his three cooks through the food window to keep up the good work and assured the host of his immediate return, charging her with the extra task of expediting the food to the servers. The old woman’s blank face left him unconvinced and he cringed as the front door of the restaurant flung open and entered a twelve top, followed by an array of other couples dressed finely for Sunday morning services. But the manager had to go, he had to call Damien or assure that another server was available to fill his spot if he was not to show up – which was likely for the seasonal worker.
“Take care of the customers, Agnes,” he pleaded. “I’ll be right back.” And with that he quickly rounded server’s wall, bore through the kitchen, and out of the back doors. On the loading dock he already had his phone and contact ready to dial.
I’m an adventurous guy, and I’ve got stories to share that I wouldn’t even dare tell a close friend. Under an anonymous pen name, I can share details that will make you sweat. I had to re-think faceless or headless profile pics; guys without profile pics can be HOT. OhPartyBoy was in town visiting family for the holiday. He was from Jersey, and completely Guido … until his pants came off. Power bottoms love to serve, and OhPartyBoy was ready to play.
I thought faceless profiles were for either the really DL guys or maybe their face wasn’t perfectly symmetrical. The gays have a tendency to over-emphasize beauty but this is no matter for me. When I want to get off with a hookup, I the only preference I have is to be foul odor-free, doesn’t talk, and follows direction. A picture isn’t always necessary.
We chatted on A4A briefly: Fuck? I’m down, let’s meet. Downtown Starbucks, 7pm? Sure.
I have to admit that I love a hot man wearing a speedo. It is so sexy and you get to see everything you want to see! I’m a cock boy so guess what I’m looking at? I remember when I was a kid I was “in love” with my Phys-Ed teacher, he was tall, muscular and dark blonde. One day we went to the city pool and he was wearing this vibrant blue speedo. OMG I wanted to marry him! At the end of the day we all went to the locker room and JF (my Phys-Ed teacher) went for a shower. He took off his swimsuit and I saw the most magnificient penis, surrounded by a nice full bush. I’m pretty sure this is the exact date I started loving speedos. Even to that day, when I see a hot man at the pool or at the beach wearing a hot speedo, I do my best to come closer and closer and closer to that guy… until…. no I could not ask him to suck his dick
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Dave
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