Southeast DC was not one of the touristy areas. That's where the Navy Yard and Fort McNair were. Aside from that, it could be kind of sketchy, cheaper housing, light industrial and commercial space.

Not far from the Navy Yard, there was a remarkable street, where in the space of one block there was a bathhouse, and a bar that featured male strippers. I went to the bath now and then, when I could afford a room and liked it much more than the much cleaner and more pretentious place up off Dupont Circle. I never cared much for strippers...look but don't touch ain't my style. But there was also the incredibly named "Glorious Health" club as well, aka the "Glory Hole".

The Glory Hole was my first introduction to an arcade / porn theater setup. I'd never visited them before. But a review I'd read before moving to DC hinted that this might be my kind of place: dirty and sleazy, yes, but also with men who had the kind of sexual attitude I liked best.

I can't remember the cost to get in, but it was reasonable. There was only a small area up front that sold porn and a few toys. In the back was the interesting part. First there was a small gay porn theater that only rarely had any occupants. Passing through this, you got to the arcade. It was nothing but maybe 8 or 10 booths with doors you could hook shut of varying sizes. The larger ones had wooden benches, like a bathhouse room but without the mattress or sheets. The smaller were just cubicles, most with at least one glory hole to its neighbor.

And one such cubicle might have been built for me. I'd walk through the place, looking very obviously like a soldier, with my high and tight and clean shaven looks. I was in my late 20s, and in good shape. I could max out my Army Physical Fitness Test. I also had the confidence that came with rank (I was a sergeant at that point). I'd take a look at the other guys (a mix of gay tourists, maybe another military man, and a healthy mix of locals, mostly black). Then I went to my cubicle, assuming it was unoccupied.

I'd go in and lock the door. I'd drop my jeans. On one side of the cube, my ass would go right up to one glory hole. And then, if I bent over at the waist, my mouth was perfectly lined up with the hole on the opposite side.

This was the best part...while I enjoyed sucking the cocks that appeared in front of my mouth, I really loved getting plowed through the other hole. It was totally, totally anonymous sex. I had no idea who was fucking me, not his age, not his race, not his appearance, nothing. All I did was reach back to ensure he wasn't wearing a condom and to guide him into my ass. And I'd ride his cock til I felt him cum inside me and then withdraw.

I have no idea why I find getting bred anonymously to be so hot. I always have. As wonderful as it is to enjoy a handsome man, to look in his eye was he fucks you, to talk to him and get to know him before and after sex, there is something so utterly perfect in the simplicity of anonymous sex: it strips everything down to the barest of essentials.

After that first cock and load, I'd stay for a while longer. I'd return to giving the cock in my mouth the attention it deserved (I've never been good at sucking cock while I get fucked...my mind can't concentrate on cocksucking while my ass is sending waves of pleasure over my entire body). But really, I'd be waiting for more. And usually I got it. Another cock...different size and shape so a different anonymous man...would eventually appear at my ass. I'd back on to it, in heaven at the feeling. The first load I'd taken would help lube the way for the second cock. And I'd ride that one too until I got my reward.

Typically, I'd be getting a little tired of my position after three or four cocks had bred me. I'd be hot and sweaty in that little room. And my knees and legs would be getting tired. I'd regretfully stand up and pull up my jeans and walk out again, not talking to anyone. Sometimes I'd sit and rest in the porn theater for a bit, my cock in my hand, hard as a rock more from the fucking I'd taken than the porn on the screen, and the cum slowly leaking out of my ass and making a growing wet spot on my pants.

Other times, I'd find a likely bottom and take him into a bigger stall. I preferred fucking guys where I could get a good hold on them and give it to them a little rough. Gloryholes put the bottom in control of the fucking...in general I find that when I top through one, I just push my cock through as far as I can and let the bottom ride me. I like more control than that when I top.

Sometimes I'd walk the hall, back to the little maze area in the rear...this was another good place to get fucked...nice and dark and with the added benefit that other guys could watch me having sex.

Looking back, I don't really remember a time that I didn't have a good time there. I could generally count on getting at least a couple loads up my ass. And while the men weren't exactly the hottest guys out there in DC, they had exactly the right attitude. They were there to fuck and get fucked, suck and get sucked. And there wasn't any attitude or people looking down at you for being there for sex. It was refreshingly honest, and that made for a lot of great sex. I don't think I ever saw anyone use a condom there either.

If there was a place that taught me how much more fun you have if you just let yourself go and have fun with a wide range of guys, rather than my preconceived ideas of who was hot and worthy of my ass, this was it. This was the place that took me from being a guy who liked bareback sex to a real raw sex pig.

The old place is gone now, torn down as part of a redevelopment effort and the gentrification of the surrounding neighborhoods. I understand it's moved to a new location. I have no idea if the same spirit is there or not. I hope it is. We pigs need those dark, dirty, sleazy spaces where men can be real men and fuck like the animals we are.