MACK FOLSOM PRISON (PART 1)

LINKS: THE ALLEY

             

A Summer night cruising the bars

San Francisco 2004

It was a typical cruise night for me in San Francisco.  I would let my husband who was then my boyfriend, know that I was hitting the city. 

I would neatly trim my goatee, shower, put on my blue jeans, Leather chaps, Leather boots, white t-shirt, black motorcycle jacket, muir cap and leather gloves.

I would get into the city around 8:45pm and spend around 15 minutes finding a parking spot.

About 9:15 pm I hit one of my bars on Folsom.  I went in not expecting much.  The night was still young but since I was driving from out of town I would get there as soon as possible to avoid being stuck in traffic too long.

The music was jumping as usual. 

Because I was early, I was lucky enough to get a seat on the bench in the back of the bar.  The pickings were slim taking that most guys were either gathered in their own cliques or not interested.

I walked into the smoking area which is the alley corridor.  This is where the guys mostly receive blow jobs.  Occasionally people would fuck back there depending on how crowed it is to blend in not to be seen.

There were a few guys out there but none that caught my attention or none that were attracted to me.

Around 10pm

I decided to check out another leather spot down the street.

The traffic on the sidewalk has gotten heavier.  More leather daddies and leather boys migrated from one bar to the other.

As I was walking east toward another bar, a stud geared from head to toe was walking west in the opposite direction. 

He was a White guy with a thin goatee wearing a black Muir cap, black sunglasses, black t-shirt, blue jeans under his chaps; almost exactly what I was wearing but he had black sunglasses on. 

It would be impossible to know if he was making eye contact.  I would look right at him as he was passing by in hopes there would be some kind of response.  There was none.

A guy that hot would definitely get a second look while passing by.  I turned around to get a back view of this stud.  He looked as good leaving as he did coming.  As soon as I began to turn back around he turned his head as to look over his shoulder.  The signal was lost.

"Did he turn his head to check out one of the many guys or was he giving me a signal?"

Soon after, he disappeared into a bar.  I continued my way toward the next bar. 

Passing 8th street I noticed a small doorway with the name MACK above the doorway.  Curious to find out what it was, I walked in.  I cannot quite remember, but I believe there were steps you needed to walk up to get to where the person at the booth was, taking money for entrance.  I soon knew exactly what type of establishment this was. 

Although I was cruising the town, I wasn’t very interested in paying a fee unless I felt it would be worth my while.

I decided to leave and head back to go to one of the bars.  I thought that maybe I would run into the hot leather guy.

11:00 pm 

I made my way to the back room of the bar.  Bodies were packed in the corridor this time.  There was a sea of men.  Some were chatting, others were smoking while checking out the scene.  Others were sucking each other off.

The smoke from the cigarettes started to irritate my lungs so I decided to leave.  I would travel down Folsom moving west.  In the midst of the pedestrians was The Leather Guy in the dark glasses coming toward me.  As he came closer I gave him a smile as acknowledgment.  He smiled back. 

This time when I turned around to check him out, he turned around also giving me a flirtatious smirk. I waited a few seconds before turning around to follow him. 

After a few steps he would turn his head over his shoulder just enough to activate his peripheral vision.

He knew he was being followed.

I knew that he knew.  

And so we played the game.

This predatory behavior, though usually ominous, is not only accepted but highly encouraged amongst each other in the gay world. 

As I followed my prey, I noticed that he walked into the building with the name MACK on it.

I observed and watched as he went behind the door.

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I still wasn’t sold on paying for any memberships. My experience has been that of not really getting the amount of play for my buck. 

However, I decided to bite the bullet and go into the building anyway.  Upon reading the description of what to expect, I discovered the name of the establishment was Mack Folsom Prison.  The theme of course would be that of a prison.

Prison sex. 

Sexy!

I will never understand gay men’s fascination with rape culture. But to each their own. 

I’m not trying to make someone my bitch from a correspondence of a candy bar and pack of cigarettes.  I just want a non-scripted anonymous pick and fuck; maybe a few of them.

Regardless; I paid the fee, read the rules and I got my locker or whatever system they had to store clothing.  It was some time ago.  The memory is somewhat foggy.

For some reason I don’t recall them having showers.  I believe they had a series of sinks to freshen up at. 

I was taking off my chaps and pants when I saw the Leather Stud.

I was going to strip naked when he said, “Leave your leather on.  It’s hot!”

He stripped his bottom half with the exception of his jockstrap, leaving his pale white legs exposed and a nice bulge in between.  

I watched the bulge in his jock grow as he squirmed his way back into his chaps (this time without the jeans.) 

He struggled to get his boots back on. I got down on my knees and assisted getting his boots on.

He looked down at me with that smirk on his face. Never letting me see his eyes.

For me it comes natural to help with getting clothes on and off.  It is what I do as a caregiver.  I never saw it much as a power dynamic until I looked up at him and he looked down at me with through those dark shades. 

It was at that point that I turned my head into his leather clad thighs and inhaled the scent of his chaps. 

I began to run my nose up higher and higher until I got to the crease of his thigh.  I could smell the musk on his balls from being pent up in those hot clothes for so long.  It wasn’t overwhelming.  It was actually quite arousing; smelling the man that I’ve wanted since I first saw him. His dick was fully hard, throbbing and had precum wetting the material of his jock. I turned my neck to get a taste but he pushed me back blocking my ability to do so.  He then took his gloved hand and wiped the tip of his dick and put it in his mouth tasting his own precum.

“Mmmm,” he moaned as if he was teasing and taunting me for not being able to have what he so freely tasted. 

I followed his lead and did the same with my chaps and jockstrap. We stood there in front of each other for a few seconds taking in the sight of one another. 

He walked up and kissed me.  We kissed for about a minute or two before he took my Muir cap off. When he took off my cap I knew instantly what my cue was.  I got back on my knees.  He pulled his jock to the side and I began to go down on him.  He grabbed the back of my head and slowly gyrated his hips pushing his meat deep down my throat. 

He had the perfect size for me.  He wasn’t so big that I had issues keeping open, but he wasn’t small neither.

I would savor his cock for a few minutes while pleasuring my own.  That is when he stood me up and kissed me some more.  I’m not a big tongue kisser but the whole atmosphere, the leather and the chemistry was perfect for the moment.  He stated that he wanted to roam around for a while.  I agreed. 

About midnight 

As much as I am not a fan of prison themed play spaces, the atmosphere was the perfect vibe for cruising.  There was a set of steps that lead to a level about 7 feet from the lower level.  This level had walls in which the higher level guys could look down on the guys lower, and the guys on the lower level could somewhat see the guys on the higher level. 

The guys on the lower level would walk up to the wall that had perfectly designed oval shaped holes. The guys on the top level would walk up to the desired hole and pull out their dicks to feed to the lower level guys.  These ovals were long enough for a guy any size.  It was like a small glory hole maze. 

There was a jail cell with a sling that stayed busy. There was a darker room that was smaller for more personal one on one play. 

I walked up to the upper level, slid my jock to the side, pulled it out and waited.

There was one guy that came up.  He gave me pretty good head but I wasn’t thrilled about the wall. 

I found myself in one part of Mack in a room under a red light.  There was this cute Latino guy in his mid 30s that gave me head.  I ended up fucking him for a while in a sling.  It wasn’t the sling in the jail cage but another sling. I fucked him for a bit before moving on.

I ran into The Leather Guy.  He turned to me and gestured me to follow him.  For some reason I remember going somewhere upstairs with him.  I remember a room upstairs with a mattress on the ground. The make up of the room is vague but one thing I do remember is having my legs in the air.

It started with me taking off my Muir cap.  Then I took off my leather jacket and leather gloves.  He must have changed his mind about fucking in our leather because he walked to me and unbuckled my chaps, cuing me to take them off. He stood there and watched as I I pulled them down. He then returned the favor of helping me with my boots.

There I stood in my black t-shirt, and my jockstrap.

However, he was still fully geared from head to toe.

After my chaps were off he laid me back on the bed.

Very little if any conversation was exchanged.
We never talked about our sexual positions or our preferences.  He just started kissing me and climbed on top of me; pretty much forcing me to spread missionary for him to grind his flesh between my legs.

He finally took off his shades but he kept everything else on.  He pulled my dick out of my jock, bent down and sucked it. 

He was only down there a little while when he came up and climbed back on top of me.  He stepped back and prompted my legs open wider.  He took off his gloves, took his index and middle finger and probed around my hole and then gently pushed the tips inside. 

Raising those fingers to his nose, he sniffed.

I was both highly turned on and mortified. 

Sure I’ve done a sniff test to check that I was clean. But never have I had someone else check me!  This was a whole different level I was not ready for.

He raised his head.  With his halfway hidden eyes under his Muir cap, he looked at me with the fingers still to his nose.

Unsure if I should be embarrassed or just ask, I laid motionless and wide eyed. 

After about fifteen seconds (which felt like an hour) he gave me that flirtatious smirk.

He walked to the bucket of lube and condoms, wrapped up and began lubing my hole.  He lubed his dick and slowly pushed in.

He didn’t push hard but he did push deep.  I am such a lightweight when it comes to taking dick but his energy kept me locked in.  I focused intently as I stared into his eyes. Even with his cap on I didn’t take my eyes off him as he pumped my hole.

He wanted to get me from behind.  I got on all fours as he rode my ass.  He wasn’t aggressive at all but he had a steady groove. 

I looked over my shoulder as he was giving it to me from behind.  All could feel is sheer bliss. 

This was my perfect sex moment.  Never have I felt so dominated and totally taken and actually enjoyed it.  Looking back and seeing this Leather Stud thrust himself into me was amazing.  He grabbed my shirt and started ramming me into him.  This was one of the few times when I felt totally submissive and actually liked it. It was also one of the few times when I was getting aggressively fucked and didn't have problems taking it.  Something about the size, the man and the chemistry that took me to total bottom mode. 

Like I mentioned, there have been a few to take me there but they were few far and between. He didn't come but we stopped for a while.  We went our separate ways for the time being.  Until the sling was made available.