The building stood ominously on the corner overlooking 94. Cars zoomed back and forth on the freeway that separated downtown Minneapolis from the other side of the Mississippi River in which half moon glistened upon the surface. The building itself could have been anything. It was a brick three story warehouse that I thought looked out of place with city blinking behind it. I has always heard rumors of a Gay adult club of the debaucherous kind existing in the heart of the metropolis and tonight I was finally getting to visit this mythical place.My friend Owen pulled off to the side of north Lowry Ave and parked. "Well, here we are," he said grinning."So where do we go in?" I whispered gazing in awe at the at the looming structure. The reason I whispered was a heavy silence filled the air which was odd because the freeway seemed so close. There should have been the sound of exhaust echoing off the freeway but there was nothing."I’ll show you the way," Owen said also hushed. We exited the car and headed towards the back door. The lawn leading the the warehouse seemed an acre long and our feet swished with the puddles from the storm earlier. After a long winter: it was finally spring. Spring fever filled my groin. Shadows of bare branches danced amongst the wind as if performing a ritual dance as we approached the entrance. The wind was chilly and I shivered underneath my coat. I heard music coming from the behind the door and my heart almost leaped out of my chest. I met Owen’s gray eyes and knew we had arrived.I motioned him to enter first because he has visited this place once before. I had begged and pleaded as to what to expect on the ride there, but he just smiled and said I’d find out soon enough. Sure enough, I was here.I peered into the unknown beyond as the door slowly opened. We were greeted by the sound of porno music and a leery old man who stood behind the counter. The front was dark with only red and green lights placed strategically so there were pockets of darkness in which you could hide.Owen confidently walked to the front and handed the the man a ten and a five. He then was given a bag and stepped into the dark chasm. I followed suit avoiding the clerks eyes. There was an all knowingness to them that made me uncomfortable. Despite my unease I politely thanked him when he handed me my bag.I walked over to the other side and began to undress. This was the type of place where no clothes were allowed. I still opted to wear my underwear for I knew it hardly hided anything because was see through. Just as I was about to turn away. A familiar face came into view.I grumbled, "Great."Owen looked at my quizzically as Josh Poscki came into view. I smiled. "Fancy seeing you here." Josh was suppose to be my Valentines Date but ultimately stood me up. It would’ve been a first date, so I wasn’t devastated. Josh was a redhead and used it to his advantage. His green eyes twinkled, "Looking good Paul."I rolled my eyes while I fluttered inside. "Thanks," I said noncommittally, "is this your first time?""No," he admitted, "second.""Somehow I’m not surprised," I said. A half smile formed on my face and I made eye contact. I was quite aware that I was practically naked and he was stripping down to nothing. I watched as Owen handed the bag back to the clerk so I followed suit, "would you like the grand tour?" Owen asked."You know it?" I looked at Josh, "see you around."Owen took my hand and led me though the maze of shadows and as we began to make our rounds. Moans of ecstasy echoed through the hallways which were dimly lit. Inside dark rooms, vague shapes of men in sexual intercourse slithered like snakes. Pornography played on old television sets."Originally, there was another floor, but it was closed down," Owen explained, "Now it’s just the main floor and the manhole.""The manhole?" I asked raising an eyebrow."It’s technically the basement and it’s where all the hardcore stuff happens."I convinced Owen to take me down there. I mean there were only a handful of guys upstairs, and none of them set off any electrical flares. Also how hardcore could it possibly get? At almost 30 years of age I had countless sexual encounters, sometimes vanilla, sometimes not.When we approached the manhole I was surprised that the door looked like something you would find in a submarine. Above the door a series of symbols where crudely carved in steel. They had an eerie red glow to them. I was just about to touch the engraving when I was lifted up from behind."I found you," Josh said playfully.He set me down and I turned and faced him, "I wouldn’t have expected you to be looking."Josh frowned, "Look Paul, I was an asshole and I’m sorry," His emerald eyes met mine, "I promise I’ll make it to to you."

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