Fucking and Breeding in Bogota

Bogotá, capital of Colombia. Well-known for its world-class museums, beautiful designer hotels, and innovative food scene. For many, however, the real drawcard comes after the sun goes down, when the crazy, hot, and wild nightlife scene comes alive. For LGBT travelers, there is also the added bonus of Bogotá being one of the biggest gay hot spots in Latin America!

Meet Jeff, 46, from the capital city. He loves to hang around at Tom’s Place, a club for men who have a strong leather fetish. The sign outside reproduces the well-known Tom of Finland drawing of two guys in full leather, face to face, cock bulge to cock bulge, so fuckin erotic!

As soon as he wears leather boots, Jeff feels a sexy electrocution: his body is energized, his libido is enhanced, his cock doubles in size even before getting fully hard. You have every reason to imagine that this guy was born wearing boots; they are part and parcel of his identity.

When Jeff feels like just enjoying a relaxed atmosphere, he goes to Brokeback Mountain, a popular gay bar in the heart of Bogotá. Karaoke and live music draw in a diverse crowd of queer locals and travelers. Jeff sees leather as a second skin. For that reason, he’s not attracted to the Dark Club, a sex venue where nudity is the dress code and where fun and pleasure have no limits. He also likes to wear tight faded blue jeans.

The first time Jeff wore jeans to attend school, he was about 13-years-old. He knew that his tight faded Wranglers enhanced his peachy butt and highlighted his crotch, but he never thought his attire would have an effect on another guy. In class, the student sitting across the aisle was constantly staring at him while caressing a prominent bulge. That obviously triggered a nod and a smile. When the bell rang, the interested classmate, named David, waited for Jeff and both knew they had sexual gratification in mind.

Jeff had butterflies in his stomach while following David to a private area and entering into an abandoned building. They immediately started kissing and caressing each other’s bulge. David was the first one to kneel down, unzip his partner’s jeans, pull out the joystick and suck it avidly. Jeff was moaning with pleasure and exploded in less than three minutes. David swallowed the full load and positioned himself for a similar treatment.

Up to know, Jeff had been gay “in principle”, but now he had been initiated with flying colors. As much as this first experience had been exhilarating, it was far from what laid ahead. Jeff and David lost no time in fucking each other, and in eating each other’s ass. Threesomes were often on the menu, Jeff being the more dominant player. He discovered that wearing leather boots gave him authority and some strange power.

It is only when Jeff turned 20 that he put a hand on an album of drawings by Tom of Finland. He was simply flabbergasted in finding out the array of virile figures: policemen, cowboys, soldiers, construction guys, bikers – name them, their dress code always attracted Jeff’s attention to phenomenal bulging crotches or amazing massive butts.

Jeff knew that Tom of Finland’s portrayal of cock, balls and ass were intentionally exaggerated, but his first reaction was “Fuck, I want to be part of them!” The virile figure he first tried to honor was the biker in leather chaps. Dressed accordingly, he walked in Tom’s Place around 11 p.m. and was met with a round of applause. Guys he had cruised before but who ignored him were now offering a beer and a slap on the butt to “the new Jeff”.

It didn’t take long before he got a direct invitation: “I want you to fuck me wearing those chaps and boots, nothing else. Understand? I want it raw, hard and deep!” Jeff hated to wear a condom, flirting with danger excited him so much. He gave his address to the guy named Enrico. This handsome dude happened to be a dancer. His choreography was well-scripted: First move: “We kiss passionately.” Second step: “I suck you until I choke.” Third pas de deux: “You push on the mushroom to fuck and cream my ass wildly.”

Jeff enjoyed so much his new incursion in Tom’s Place as a leather fetish brother that he returned the next evening. But this time, he wanted to experience being a bottom. He wore tight leather pants with a zipper in the crack. The message could not be more precise. Jeff immediately caught the eye of a 50-year-old man in hip boots, the type a lumberjack would wear, along with a checkered red and black shirt. He was quickly ushered in the back room.

“My little son of bitch, you are obviously begging for a first-class fuck!”

“Yes, Sir, pound my ass as roughly as you can. I want to feel your savage power.”

Breeding is a step beyond barebacking which is condom-less fucking as we all know. But breeding is fucking that fetishizes and glorifies the specific act of cumming in an asshole. As physical acts, they are very similar, but psychologically they are a world apart. Breeding is a power play between the psyche of the bottom boy who craves to submit his hole to raw loads, and to the rampant drive of an aggressive top ready to claim and stain that willing hole with his cum.

Once a month, Tom’s Place holds a “Winner-Fucker Night”. Clients get to parade in their leather gear, votes are tallied, and the winner fucks his dream dude on the stage, encouraged by waves of “Shove it in, shove it out! Harder! Deeper!” Jeff wears a white t-shirt, leather vest, pants, gloves and Harvest boots with a chain under the heel. He doesn’t really want to be the winner, but would not miss the finale of this contest.

Jeff looks pretty good, but nothing compared to a Neo-Nazi in military knee-high boots. This guy in his mid-40s confirms the following saying: “The higher the boot, the longer the hard-on!”. He caresses his pistol and pulls out what is, in fact, a bazooka. The crowd applauds and he wins the contest easily. In no time, this virile Neo-Nazi gives a hot illustration of another saying in the leather community: “The more your boots shine, the more you fuck guys wildly!”

Even though he is not selected to be fucked on stage, Jeff leaves Tom’s Place with Sebastián, a man roughly the same age. He dreams of eating Sebastián’s peachy ass before having his own perky butt pounded. Jeff is about to find out that guys can have more than just sex. He and Sebastián start dating. The first experience in bed triggers a “That was nice, man!” The second one ends with a smile and “I like you, dude!” The third fuck is accompanied by “I love you, babe!”

Every time Jeff has Sebastián over for the night, he seems to get fucked deeper and the words seem to get warmer. He comes to the conclusion that the best lover is the one who knows how to treat his man both with force and with a touch of romanticism.

Note: Tom’s Place was invented for the purpose of this story.