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A few men wore cock rings, keeping themselves erect. Others took showers and scurried about, appreciate sentinels patrolling their castles or hunters searching for meat in a densely populated wood.

Some moaned, some masturbated. Some hugged and affectionately kissed acquaintances on the cheek. Cozy rooms with doors swung open revealed men lying level on their stomachs and men touching their nipples. At the very terminate of a dim corridor, one gentleman performed oral sex on another. In the empty gym downstairs, Anderson Cooper, live on CNN, presided over unused machines.

As the 14th Street NW passage has transformed over the past two decades, there has remained a scantily clad constant: towelled-up and naked men roaming the Crew Club with their dicks out.

On a recent Tuesday nighttime, when locker and room prices were half off, the gay men’s health spa teemed with butts and bears—the hairy, human nice. Though most patrons appeared to be older than 40, ages ran the gamut. So did races: There was a clear colorless majority sprinkled with mostly younger inky, Latino, and Asian men. Body types ranged from svelte to corpulent.

What these visitors all shared in ordinary was that they were looking to blow

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