"Are Manhattan bars fun anymore?" That's become one of the most popular questions among the gay boys these days, just behind, "Are you sure Pinkberry won't make me fat?" and "Excuse me, where is the nearest American Apparel?" And it seems to be that unless you were born after 1986, or drank so much you've forgotten the last ten years, the sad reality is the city's nightlife just ain't what it used to be. Gone are the days when you could spend a Sunday morning in church with your hands folded in prayer, and Sunday evenings with your hands folded around some stranger's dick in the backroom of the cock. Where are the days when you could get shitfaced and fuck a foreigner in the bathroom of Splash Bar? Or better yet, get blown on the bar, like the studs in this video. Well, thanks to the magic of the internet, and the raunch-factor of skeezy.com, we pay tribute to Manhattan's glory days, and eagerly await the return of the glory holes. Enjoy!
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· Bar Oral Sex (skeezy.com)