It is summer in NYC and with the Pride festivities behind us things are actually warming up! It's the summer break for most college age young people and the city is overrun by hot, horny young men who are in need. They are all over Grindr/Scruff and the bar scene is equally fun. Anyone else in NYC helping these young men out, or is just me? 😁

I like autumn in New York, and, of course, I mean Manhattan! 😄

On 7/11/2023 at 7:36 AM, KeepItReal said:

It is summer in NYC and with the Pride festivities behind us things are actually warming up! It's the summer break for most college age young people and the city is overrun by hot, horny young men who are in need. They are all over Grindr/Scruff and the bar scene is equally fun. Anyone else in NYC helping these young men out, or is just me? 😁

I long for, miss, the days when 'Rounds' was in operation.  A supermarket of available, very good-looking guys - for a price.

From New York magazine (Feb. 12, 2018)

Martin Duberman on NYC Hustler Bars and Jack Kerouac's Sex Life

By Martin Duberman

Rounds was one of the current hustling hot spots, a scene that had changed little since my libido took a hike after my mother's death. Two very different bars served as two very different backdrops. The climate and clientele in Rounds, the elegant, handsomely designed and softly lit bar in the East Fifties, was light years away from the other central emporium, the down-and-dirty West Forties hangout, Haymarket. Urban renewal hadn't yet hit the Times Square area -- its shaky start would begin in 1981 -- and Haymarket, compared to Rounds, had a tenser ambience, terser conversations, tougher young men -- and lower prices.

Even some of the Bloomingdale regulars who frequented Rounds would now and then drop in -- "in a fit of madness," they liked to say -- to savor Haymarket's "adventurous" climate. Haymarket in turn seemed a fortress of safety when compared with Forty-Second Street itself, which, pre-" renewal," still retained its ancient character as a hub of illicit activity, ranging from high-risk street pickups and drug deals to a cornucopia of peep shows and porn theaters.

One evening some years earlier, when Dick and I were due to rendezvous at Haymarket, he arrived with Gore Vidal in tow, along with Gore's amiable, unassuming companion Howard Austen. Dick had known Gore rather well for some time, but (my memory's shaky here) that night may have been my first encounter with him -- though thereafter our paths occasionally crossed. At the time I was working on my play about the Beats, Visions of Kerouac (one of six plays the Kennedy Center had commissioned for its Bicentennial celebration), and knew that Gore and Kerouac had hopped into bed at some point. Always the diligent historian, I promptly asked Gore how big Kerouac's cock was.

"Average size," he urbanely replied, not missing a beat. "But what surprised me was that he was circumcised -- the Lowell working class isn't supposed to do that."

Continues at

https://www.advocate.com/books/2018/2/12/martin-duberman-nyc-hustler-bars-and-jack-kerouacs-sex-life

 

 

9 hours ago, reader said:

From New York magazine (Feb. 12, 2018)

Martin Duberman on NYC Hustler Bars and Jack Kerouac's Sex Life

By Martin Duberman

Rounds was one of the current hustling hot spots, a scene that had changed little since my libido took a hike after my mother's death. Two very different bars served as two very different backdrops. The climate and clientele in Rounds, the elegant, handsomely designed and softly lit bar in the East Fifties, was light years away from the other central emporium, the down-and-dirty West Forties hangout, Haymarket. Urban renewal hadn't yet hit the Times Square area -- its shaky start would begin in 1981 -- and Haymarket, compared to Rounds, had a tenser ambience, terser conversations, tougher young men -- and lower prices.

Even some of the Bloomingdale regulars who frequented Rounds would now and then drop in -- "in a fit of madness," they liked to say -- to savor Haymarket's "adventurous" climate. Haymarket in turn seemed a fortress of safety when compared with Forty-Second Street itself, which, pre-" renewal," still retained its ancient character as a hub of illicit activity, ranging from high-risk street pickups and drug deals to a cornucopia of peep shows and porn theaters.

One evening some years earlier, when Dick and I were due to rendezvous at Haymarket, he arrived with Gore Vidal in tow, along with Gore's amiable, unassuming companion Howard Austen. Dick had known Gore rather well for some time, but (my memory's shaky here) that night may have been my first encounter with him -- though thereafter our paths occasionally crossed. At the time I was working on my play about the Beats, Visions of Kerouac (one of six plays the Kennedy Center had commissioned for its Bicentennial celebration), and knew that Gore and Kerouac had hopped into bed at some point. Always the diligent historian, I promptly asked Gore how big Kerouac's cock was.

"Average size," he urbanely replied, not missing a beat. "But what surprised me was that he was circumcised -- the Lowell working class isn't supposed to do that."

Continues at

https://www.advocate.com/books/2018/2/12/martin-duberman-nyc-hustler-bars-and-jack-kerouacs-sex-life

 

Thank you! Things sure have changed, but life goes on, new avenues open when old ones close. 

So I met a cute young man at a grocery store (in Manhattan @Lucky) on Sunday. It was by far my most random discovery I have had. Was delighted to find myself in line behind him on the way out and was discreetly checking him out. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, hair still rumpled, grabbed some running shorts (yum!) and headed to the store for essentials. 

And he ran into trouble trying to pay with his phone...did not have his wallet with him and technology failed him. He was flustered and embarrassed and looking all adorable. He was about to give up and leave (can't have that!) so I stepped in and paid for his groceries.  He protested but I just said "Damn banks, they never get it right - it's totally fine, happens to all of us". He thanked me profusely and left. And was waiting for me outside. He was delicious! 😉

On 7/14/2023 at 8:48 AM, KeepItReal said:

Thank you! Things sure have changed, but life goes on, new avenues open when old ones close. 

Remembering the past, earlier this year I purchased Rounds, Memoirs of Financial Success and Calamity, written by Charles Scaglione, Sr. - one of the owners of Rounds, whose celebrity customers are said to have included Calvin Klein, Steve Rubel, Andy Warhol, David Geffen, etc., etc.  I visited many times, but don't recall seeing the celebrities.  Some stunningly handsome guys who were play for pay ... many of whom warmed my bed.  The book provides insight into the creation / operation of Rounds, but I found it a bit of a boring read ... overall.