Heather Graham strikes again....enjoy!
As I stumble into my boudoir at 12:30 in the AM, I am struck with a question that has been haunting me for the past 2 hours:
"In Los Angeles, on a Wednesday night, should you be able to go to a gay bar and see a stripper’s dick hanging out for God and country to see. And better yet, is it right to be able to grab said strippers cock and do everything but suck it for a mere dollar."
Because honestly, I was shocked and thrilled to find that such filth actually exists on the West Coast. Now, for my brothers and sistah’s in the East, a free swinging phallus on top of a bar might not be news worthy, but here in the City of Angels, it’s front page. Especially when the cock belongs to a gorgeous Latin/Persian/Israeli what have you Adonis. Beautiful body, lips to filth, close shaved head, and a horse cock that stayed 8 inches for at least 2 hours. Now, I know you might be asking yourself, "Where can I go find cocks out on a Wednesday night?" Well, besides Corey’s patio where he is trying to entice the straight that lives across the way, you will have to take yourself on down to… hold it… hold it… MICKY’S!
I know. You’re saying, " I only go to Micky’s when I get kicked out of the Abbey," but friends, I tell you tonight has change my entire concept of right and wrong. "Wrong" usually being inside of Micky’s, and "right" usually being outside of it. Quick back-story, Chu Chu Minelli asked me to meet him at the Abbey at around 10:30pm. Fine, I go meet him and he’s already three silk sheets to the wind, with some white boy already half-way in it‘s Asian lady panties. He shoves a martini down my throat, and then we’re off to Mickey’s. Anthony, a true hunk of a man, runs the night so we get in free. 2 for 1 drinks, fine, whatever. All of a sudden Chu Chu is literally taking his pants and panties down and flashing his ass to the entire bar in a Beijing Bump & Grind. Two seconds later he is out the door with his nights "sponsor" to get fucked in the ass, and I am left there in a cloud of golden dust.
So I’m thinking, finish cocktail, and go home. I mean, the music is fabulous, the dancers are cute, but it’s W-E-D-N-E-S-D-A-Y. Go home, take a dump, and go to bed. But then all of a sudden on stage number 1, this heavenly beauty gets up in what can only be described as a black sheer sarong, and begins to flop his cock like a metronome. And every beast in the house is running up and grabbing his dick and jerking him off for A BUCK! I mean, say what you want about the state of the economy, but a dollar for a JO is pretty fucking good. What makes it even more delicious is that when he’s facing the audience, you can see the head of his dick hanging down between his legs FROM THE STREET! And an hour later, I am still transfixed by this stud that with a smile for every customer, is getting fondled to filth. I thought I was at The Cock in the EAST VILLAGE for Christmas sakes! (PS – how in the fuck can you close that bar? Get your shit together NY!!!)
So I guess to answer my own question, if there are cute boys without hang-ups, that just happen to have horse-cocks, then why should that dollar bill stay smoldering in your pocket on a cool Wednesday night? "Bartender, can I get change for a twenty?"
Muah!
Don't worry, The Cock isn't really closing its doors, just moving to a new location :) When the Old Cock on Avenue A closes, a New Cock (like New Coke) will open on 2nd, where The Hole used to be. Sounds like a female to male sex change.
Posted by: damon | June 14, 2005 at 09:35 AM
He's busy with something important at this time.
Posted by: Chris Kay | June 10, 2005 at 02:16 AM
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
All these posts and no Corey makes Tim a sad boy.
(apologies to Jack Nicholson)
Posted by: Tim1965 | June 09, 2005 at 06:11 PM
Corey, I look forward to reading all your post! It makes me miss you even more. Give everyone in LA my love. Hope to see you soon. Update the pictures why dont ya! Patrick! gotta love him.
Posted by: Ronnie Williams | June 06, 2005 at 05:26 PM
Hey Corey,
What happen to your other guest Blogger for this week? I was so looking forward to seeing that Blogger up here,and seeing what your friends thought.
Anyway.... Everything is still Shitty here on the Creek.
Give me a buzz when you have a moment or too.
Colby
Posted by: Colby | June 04, 2005 at 03:40 PM
OK, so it's about cock--my favorite subject. BUT, I pay my big bucks to read you, Corey. It's you I've lost my heart to.
Posted by: Paul | June 03, 2005 at 07:04 AM
And to think the strippers are still naked and hung here in D.C. (Hi Brett! Hi Donkey-Dick Dan! Hi Adam! Hi Lee! Hi DJ-Boy!)
But we can't touch 'em any more. (Thank you very much you fucking bastard in Ward 2!)
Posted by: Tim1965 | June 02, 2005 at 07:10 PM
Im convinced!! I want to go now!!
Posted by: Ethan | June 02, 2005 at 05:48 PM