The Good, The Bad and the Juicy

Well, Sean already blogged about the unfortunate part of our Saturday night in Lima so I won't go into more details about that.  Understandably, getting ripped off was the most significant news, but I also want to make sure everyone hears about the better parts of the evening because we did have a great time up until we actually left the club. 

 

The Good: We started Saturday evening by taking a taxi from our hostel to Miraflores, which is only about a five minute drive and costs about six soles ($2 USD).  We wanted to check out a regular bar before going to the club because, as in most countries, the clubs usually don't even open until 11pm or 12 midnight and don't get busy until even later.  We stopped at a bar called La Sede, which is a small video bar with a dance floor.  The crowd was mixed as far as men/women and older/younger and was pretty busy when we arrived.  They did have a 15 sole cover ($5 USD), which was a little steep for a regular bar.  One of the things I liked best about the bar is that they had servers walking around who would take your drink order and bring it back to you so you didn't have to try to make your way through to the crowded bar and wait for the bartender.  As is typical, they don't have the widest beer selection here in Peru, so I've been drinking one of the local beers, Cusquena.  The music was a mixture of typical dance songs you would hear back in the States and what I assume to be more local hits.  It was too crowded to really dance so we just sat along the sidelines and people watched.  It's interesting to note how people dress to go out.  I already knew that custom in a lot of Latin American countries is such that you always dress more formal for going out dancing and there were certainly a lot of people with suits, or more commonly, collared dress shirts.  Jeans and t-shirts were the least common at this bar.  Anyway, we stayed for a couple drinks and then made our way around the corner to the club. 

 

The club we went to is called Downtown Vale Todo (http://www.peruesgay.com/downtownvaletodo/).  The cover was about 20 soles ($6.50 USD) and included one free drink ticket.  Jeans and t-shirts were definitely more common here and the crowd was much younger overall and much more heavily male, probably 80-90%.  One of the things I liked was that not only was the coat check free (they just have a tip jar), they had at least two different areas where you could check your coat.  The bar itself has a fairly large area when you first walk in with a bar, brighter lighting and a seating area.  Then there were two large dance rooms, one to either side of the main area, each with it's own seating areas and bars surrounding the dance floors.  One room played more traditional latin dance music, while the other one played REALLY good house music.  As I've commented in the past, I am so disappointed with the music at the gay clubs back home and if they would learn to actually play good stuff, I could see myself going out more and actually dancing when I do go out.  Why is it so difficult to move beyond Hip Hop and/or Happy Fag music, especially if you have multiple dance floors in one club.  Even the music at gay circuit parties sucks!  Lima, like countless other cities I've been to, knows how to play good stuff and get people on the dance floor, which was always crowded.  We danced a lot at the club and met a few nice guys who were very happy to dance with the Gringos, although I think the one group we were dancing with was more into Sean than they were into me.  Obviously, we also got lots of looks from other guys in the club since it's pretty hard not to stand out being taller than everyone else, not to mention being different colors, so I had no problem finding someone else to flirt and dance with.  Anyway, both dance floors had an upstairs area overlooking the dance floor with additional seating and chill areas.  This is also where one of the coat check rooms was.  Another interesting thing about this bar was the process for getting a drink.  The bartenders don't handle cash at all.  You first have to go to a little booth/cage (like a bookie cage) to get tickets.  You tell the guy what you want, pay him, and he gives you drink tickets, which you then take to the bar to get a drink.  It sounds a bit more complicated than it seems, but it was relatively easy to get drinks because there usually wasn't a line at the cage and the bartenders seemed to work a lot faster since they didn't have to deal with taking and changing money.

 

The Juicy: [WARNING!  EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. Skip down to "The Bad" unless you want to read about the sexual stuff]  As we were leaving the club, I met a really cute guy, "M", who was really into me. We were making out a bit (great kisser) and talking to some of his friends, but they had just turned on the lights in the club and were pushing people out before we could exchange info.  Neither of us had a pen on us and not having a cell phone, it's not like I could just enter his phone number the way I would back home.  Conveniently enough, "M" said he lived right around the corner and we could just stop there and he could write his number down for me. So I found Sean and we walked, literally around the corner, to this guys place along with three of his friends. The guy lived in a small room, which seemed to be like one of those downtown residential hotels with orivate bedrooms but common bathrooms and living areas. The room was barely big enough for a bed, a small table, a closet and a little bit of standing room, so it was pretty crowded with the six of us.  Sean went to use the bathroom down the hall upon first arriving while "M" started digging through his drawer to write down his number.  But as "M" was writing down his number, his friend, who was obviously also into me, went straight to my pants and pulled out my dick and started sucking me off. I was a little surprised but definitely not shy and thought, what the hell, they're both cute so I don't mind playing around a bit.  By the time Sean came out of the bathroom, me, "M" and the other guy were almost naked and the three of us were fooling around, while the other two guys started having their way with Sean.  It was kind of hot watching two twinks all over Sean while I had my own two twinks to deal with. Obviously, things progressed to sex and as the gay guys reading this can probably assume, they were all bottoms.  Ah, talk about a warm welcome to Peru!!  I'm not usually even into twinks (the guys were 24, 22, 20 and 20), but one thing I've learned about Latin guys is that they know what they're doing when it comes to sex and these boys were definitely no exception.  I think I fucked three of the four of them and got off twice by the end of the night, or morning, with the second load compliments of one of the youngest, and definitely most insatiable of them all.  This boy just couldn't get enough.  Just when I thought we were all done and spent, everyone was laying down on the bed talking and stuff, Sean was getting a back massage (I don't know what happened to my massage) and as everyone else was busy with conversation, this agressive little bottom boy started sucking my dick again, got me hard, straddled me and slipped my dick inside his ass again.  Talk about a good lay!  He was really passionate and as I was looking into his eyes and making out with him, it was clear that he was enjoying my dick as much as I was enjoying his ass. He even paused mid-fuck and asked one of his friends to take some pictures of me fucking him... uh okay, just no faces.  Me being the exhibitionist, I was very turned on by the idea so whatever... I ruled out public office years ago.  Anyway, after a couple hours of tossing around, we all cleaned up and got dressed, exchanged number and emails and such and Sean and I were on our way. 

 

The Bad: It was after 7am when we left and were walking down the street to find a taxi when Sean noticed his money was gone. I had all my money so for a moment it was unclear when and where he lost it.  But after thinking about when he last bought something at the bar, etc., we were pretty certain one of the boys must have ripped him off.  He still had his wallet and everything else, but his wallet has a money clip on the outside which makes it a little easier to stick your hand in his pocket and grab the money out as opposed to the bill-fold style wallet where you would have to take the whole wallet.  We went back and questioned the guys, but obviously, without knowing when it happened exactly, it was hard to accuse anyone of anything without any proof.  Besides, one of the guys could have done it completely without the knowledge of the others so the others could have been geniune in saying they don't know what happened and that they didn't steal anything from us.  We left and ended up walking back to the hostel, not because I didn't have money for a cab, but because both cab drivers we stopped weren't sure where our hostel was and I was too frustrated to deal with added difficulty at the moment.  Plus, the walk would give us both time to walk off some of the anger and frustration.  Having experienced similar things before, and not being the one who was robbed, I was not as pissed as Sean and I was pissed for different reasons.  His main issue, obviously, was getting ripped off.  My main issue was the fact that we actually had a great night up until we left the club, but because of the way the night ended, all Sean would remember is the bad. Obviously, I am pissed that he got ripped off, especially since it was my idea to go home with these guys, but I'm also the type to realize that there's nothing we could do about it after the fact and dwelling on it doesn't make the anger go away.  You learn and you move on.  Sean needed to vent on the walk back and I listed without responding for a while, but also knowing Sean, I knew there was nothing I could say that would make him feel any better and attempting to reassure him, make excuses, or just talk about it would only make things worse so I didn't even bother.  The most I got out was "lesson learned" and we otherwise walked back in silence. 

 

So that is the essence of our first real night going out in South America.  It sucks that it ended the way it did, but hopefully we'll have many more great nights ahead and I'm sure we'll both be a little more careful if we're ever faced with a similar situation again.  We have a long road ahead of us so, as with Toronto, I'm not about to let one bad experience ruin the rest of my trip.

 

Fiat Lux!

Ozell