The craziest stories you've heard about pre-AIDS gay sex

Don't mind r1 he was recently delivurt!

A little before my time, but heard about bars in the Castro having to put down plastic on the pool tables on the weekends due to all the gangbangs and mass fucking going on.

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It wasn't called "bareback" pre-AIDS. It was just called sex.

I came of age during the AIDS crisis, so I knew people on both sides of the divide.

Thinking on it, the stories I heard pre-AIDS involved orgies and bathhouses and such, but no real malevolence ... it's been post-AIDS where a lot of this has been fetishized: how many loads of cum can someone take, girls doing dozens of bukkake loads, etc.

Stories of people being peed on in the Mineshaft kind of pale in comparison to Dawson and biohazard tattoos.

"malevolence"?

I thought this was supposed to be no judgment.

The baths were a lot of fun. Like a big social club (the nicer ones) where you could mix with friends and go have hot, nasty, dirty sex as well.

Apparently none of you have been to Rawhide in New Orleans during Southern Decadence

R10, oh, yeah. Was sore for a couple weeks. It was post-AIDs.

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R12. Thanks for the update. Haven't been there in a while. Glad it hasn't changed in the last few decades. :)

Giant tubs of Crisco in every corner. Different colored handkerchiefs littered the streets. Gerbils ran wild in the Castro.

I trashed through the total extremes of it, basically the 1970's. There is nothing you can imagine that wasn't done. Or tried, anyway.

I always wondered how people got home. The bus? Like the fully-clothed guy in the piss-bathtub. It was almost full.

And what about the guys in the scat room? Always busy-busy in there, lots of coming and going. I figured the preferred length-of-stay varied quite a lot, according to taste.

Then there was the horsefucking club ..

Well, well R15.

I can recall having to wait to get a drink at the Stud in NYC because the bartender was getting a blow job.....right in front of everyone.

No judgments? On the DL?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

OP, read "faggots"

R15 that sounds crazy. Poor horses that were raped. Scat is wack. Where was that? A friend of mine went to the mineshaft a few times in the early 1980s and said he did not see or smell a scat room but he did see some guy getting pissed on in a tub in the basement.

Faggots by Larry Kramer seems like a pretty good summary. What’s great is there wasn’t so much work involved - the modern day surgical douching requirements lest there be a speck of bodily fluid, the incessant swiping and looking, the staging of the meetup. So much easier and more adventurous and experiential. I got a little of it in Europe. But NY became way too uptight.

Isn't there a fisting scene in the Larry Kramer novel R21? I know there was a douching and rimming scene; but It has been over a decade since I read it. I know in Dancer from the Dance which I enjoyed better than F_____s (censored because I hate that word along with queer) fisting is mentioned.

Where in Europe did you travel to? My elderbi and eldergay friends told me how before HIV/AIDS, with bar cruising and even with tea rooms or at the baths people were not uptight as they are today and that no matter what you were into you could easily find a man, couple, or whoever to have sex with.

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I've read the scat room eas tried out at the opening of the Mineshaft and quickly abandoned as unworkable.

Amsterdam in the 90s still had a raunchy sex scene. Things didn’t shut down like in NYC. As with everything, Dutch had a much more pragmatic, logical view of the problem - rather than the extreme, puritanical reactionary response of the US. Of course, NYC was also hit earlier and harder.

[quote]Isn't there a fisting scene in the Larry Kramer novel [R21]?

Not r21, but I read Faggots when it came out. I imagine there must have been some reference made to fisting, but the thing I remember best is a longish passage about felching, a term I'd never heard of previously. It was as singular to Faggots IMO as the opening scene of QAF would be in the 1990s.

I also remember the names: Wyatt and BooBoo Bronstein, Dinky Adams, Yootha Trooth, Randy Dildough, Duncan "Winnie" Heinz, Dordogna del Dongo, etc.

Y'all are gross.

R25 Amsterdam and other cities in NL are extremely tame now. Everyone goes to Berlin, to lab-oratory. and other sex clubs, the baths, or bars with backrooms. Some gay/LGBT pubs and dance clubs in the Netherlands have closed because people would rather go on apps than actually go out and meet people but it is like this everywhere now. A bar in my city that was open since the early or mid 1970s closed. I have not been to Lab.oratory but a friend of mine went on one of the regular weekend nights and he just liked seeing all the naked men.

R26 I am really glad I never read the Larry Kramer novel as a teen or young adult as I would have thought that most bisexual and gay men still had sex that way. The felching scene was disgusting and disturbing but I am a Gen X'er who has always known about HIV/AIDS.

This is not that crazy but I heard from a much older gay man who when he was in a university fraternity and in the closet, in the 1960s how he and his frat brothers would all gang bang some local whore and he would always be the last so he could eat all of their cum out of her pussy.

Lots, and lots of fisting without gloves and people apparently did not wear gloves or care about dirty holes or the bleeding that would happen, and the people being fisted as well as the fisting tops were on all sort of drugs.

I also have a gay friend in his late 60s who described how he would go to bath houses and tea rooms/public bathrooms, outdoor cruising/public sex areas, and bars with back rooms and how the guys that were hypersexual or who would basically do anything with anyone and it didn't matter if the other guy had not washed or bathed in days or who basically just wanted to suck and get fucked by as many men as they could and didn't care who they were died of HIV/AIDS and various types of hepatitis.

Back in the '70s, there was a fetish bar on W14 pretty far over called The Toilet which catered to that scene. I don't remember it lasting more than a few years. I never went.

But I once saw two extremely stylish and well dressed men get into that in the 7th floor mensroom at Bloomingdale's right in the middle of the floor in front of everybody. I have never seen a room clear so quickly.

Back in the '70s, there was a fetish bar on W14 pretty far over called The Toilet which catered to that scene. I don't remember it lasting more than a few years. I never went.

But I once saw two extremely stylish and well dressed men get into that in the 7th floor mensroom at Bloomingdale's right in the middle of the floor in front of everybody. I have never seen a room clear so quickly.

First time I walked into the Mineshaft, I was frankly shocked to see all of the slings full of guys getting double and even triple fist fucked. Crisco everywhere. Guys lining up for scat. I grew up that night...lol

OK I knew about the fisting, but people openly doing scat that's crazy and nasty! I would be shocked at that as well and freaked out...and would leave or probably vomit. Yeah I know MARY!!! I am not a prude to kink at all; but scat, blood, puke, or anything illegal or non-consensual is something I do not understand. I'm sorry if this is what people on reddit call "Kink Shaming" but it's not something I understand at all.

I have unfortunately met people online who were into scat-one guy had pics on his website that basically anyone could easily find and myself and a friend both found them by accident clicking on random sections of his site, and it is not something I understand at all? I do wonder if Patti Smith and Lisa Lyons knew that their bisexual lover Robert Mapplethorpe was into scat? Patti must know this, or he probably told her. Tawdry Jack Fristcher was or is also into scat which he wrote about in the name dropping narcissistic puff piece book about Mapplethorpe which was not as good as the Morrisroe biography or Patti's memoir.

When my friend who I wrote above went a few times in the 1970s and 1980s he said how he did not see, or smell scat but he just saw men pissing or being pissed on in the basement in the tubs, and that he would sit at the bar in the main area and get sucked, or do mutual or group masturbation with men, and sometimes suck cock. He said the Saint Marks baths, and all the other bath houses in NYC/Philly were all lot more fun, guys were less uptight, and you could find a much larger variety of men to have sex with. My friend is really into masturbation with other men.

I would not be surprised if most of those men who were fist fucking or being fisted were on lots of drugs. I have been told by men who were into fisting how fisting bottoms become insatiable while on coke, meth, or other drugs, and that they start to crave not just the hand but entire arms, or multiple arms, etc. They said that fisting tops are anal sex tops who go limp or cannot get hard while on drugs or alcohol.

I am not into mixing sex and drugs. I had safer sex drunk and buzzed on alcohol maybe three or four times with women and men and it was not something I enjoyed.

It all kind of carried on with the HIV+ crowd when 'serosorting' started after the drugs became effective, suppose it still goes on now. I'm too old to care.

That's true R35 I have met men who are "raw tops" and they are not on PREP or Truvada and they claim they serosort and that all of the men they hook up with and fuck raw, are neg for HIV and everything else, and so are they...sure Jan. A friend of mine admitted that he is a raw bottom and I know he is not the best at having safer sex, but he is on Truvada and gets tested. These are not millenial or Gen Z guys or Gen Xers but are men who survived the 1980s.

Definitely stories of the mineshaft with guys literally getting shit on, gang fucked and gang fisted, pissed on, etc. yet it is not shocking but that scene is way too extreme and I am not a prude or completely vanilla at all.

[quote]myself and a friend

*eyeroll*

DataLounge has an *eyeroll* troll, and I love it.

Interesting that I found this report saying that closing Mine Shaft was NYC's first reaction to stop AIDS. And they sent inspectors to the club.

[quote]Two of the inspectors said they heard sounds of whipping and moaning, but did not investigate 'for reasons of personal safety,' one wrote. Mr. Koch praised the inspectors, who had the option of refusing the assignment. 'It's tough stuff to read,' the Mayor said. 'It must be horrific, horrendous in its actuality to witness.'

Ed Koch must felt like reading nifty.org.

Which other actors and celebrities went to the mineshaft?

Bump!

Please more stories. They are disturbing.

R41 Fassbinder liked the baths.

I came out very young and had visited NYC several times. I had just turned 16, and for my birthday I got invited to the very last Black Party at the original Saint- by my older roommate John who became my “gay mother”. We had met when I started working in a gay Italian restaurant and video lounge in Boston.

This was during the AIDS crisis. He guided me through the club like a proud museum curator- keeping me safe, explaining a lot of what was going on. It was the very first and probably only time I’ll ever see a “daisy chain”…

Over a dozen men at the heights of ecstasy fucking each other linked ass to cock.

I remember one morning walking home on the beach after a night at the Pav on FI. At the top of one of the wooden stairs leading to the beach, a hot young bottom was offering up his hole to anyone who wanted it. There was a line of like 5 guys waiting to plow him. I can't resist a good sale, so of course I joined the line.

Lots of nighttime park and Forrest fucking. Guys laying on fallen tree trunks offering their asses to all.

R42 so what else did you see? I always thought a "daisy chain" was multiple men all sucking each other? I am not into anal sex, or basically I have only done it with a male partner as top, condoms were used-sorry the thought of putting my bare cock into an ass is nasty-and I am much more into oral sex so that's how I stayed HIV-. Like most bisexual and gay men I was discreet, would meet men at bars, was not into the whole tea room scene but everyone knew where such places were, and I preferred dating men to random hook ups. Yeah I know someone here is saying MARY! but that's just how I am.

So jealous, to be honest... But if they got AIDS, they definitely got what they deserved. I was robbed of a life like that that I would've enjoyed to live.

The guys getting the most action in the 70s would be considered unfuckable now: skinny, no muscle tone, slight pot bellies, unshaved bushes and balls, big 'stashes, shag hair on top.

[quote]But if they got AIDS, they definitely got what they deserved.

What a horrible thing to say. It's that attitude — and willingness to say it in public — that cost us an entire generation of gay men. No one "deserves" AIDs. Not even you, R47.

R47, MARY!

They believe HIV caught hold because so many guys would get an STD, take a shot of penicillin, then go right back out and fuck. Antibiotics also kill good bacteria, reset your biome into a blank petrindish, and leave your immune system wide open for attack once you stop taking it.

I was at Club Z in Seattle August 1990. Thwacked on alcohol and benzos. Somehow I misplaced my jeans, wh. had my keys in them (I left them in the room of some guy I hooked up with). I wound up calling my landlord to unlock the house I was renting (he lived behind me), and taking a bus home wearing rather abbreviated shorts the boys at the front desk lent to me - with the crotch cut out of the front (I must've somehow retained a t-shirt that was thankfully made for tall men). I managed to take the bus home (wallet was in jeans). Another neighbour drove me to the Eastside where I met my father so I could get a duplicate key made for my car, wh. was parked near Club Z.

Some of the details are a little hazy. I must say I am grateful for the benzos I'd taken the night before as I was perfectly unaware of any self-conciousness on the bus ride home that morning.

I know this isn't pre-AIDS, but a little harking back to craziness never hurt anybody...