In my travels to San Francisco over the years, I have found myself in many locations or situations that have been lust filled and sexually mind-expanding. But, there is one place that holds a huge place in my mind (and ass and mouth, etc…). That place is the 14th Street house, or the Fairy house, or one of many names associated with it because so many different people and groups have called it their own.
Did I mention it was right next to a church?
You may have been there yourself if you have been exploring SF for any length of time. I’ve been told that it was the longest-running (non-continuous) sex party in San Francisco’s history. That’s quite a claim in a city like SF, but one that holds up.
I won’t talk about who owned the house or mention any names at all to keep everyone’s privacy under their own control.
But I will show you my favorite part of the house… the Dungeon. A dungeon is a bit of a scary word to describe it actually. It was more like an adult playground.
The portal to your wildest desires
My association with the 14th Street house started with a long overdue trip to the Hole in the Wall Saloon in SOMA. Another of my favorite places for debauchery, lust, and general grab-ass good time. As I often do, I met a really hot and interesting man there and after some conversation and general groping, I went home with him.
In the dark of the SF night, I saw the house as another colorful Victorian home that I knew I could never afford. We climbed the stairs and went directly to the back bedroom for the rest of the night (a very enjoyable and mouth-watering night indeed).
When I woke up in the morning, I wandered out in the light of day to find the bathroom. What I found left me wondering if I had died and awoke in a Penis Art Museum. There were paintings of cocks, sculptures of cocks, murals of cocks, photos of beautiful naked men, funny depictions of horse-hung men with their cocks flung over their shoulders… you name it, your eyes could feast on it.
Walls of Penis sculptures. One of them went up my ass one night, but I won’t say which one.
The man who brought me home with him woke and made us a wonderful glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and we sat down and talked about the house and its history.
Then he took me on a tour and that’s when I was introduced to the basement. Most walls were decorated with some flavor of homoerotic art. Some of it was more formal and some seemed more like graffiti. all of it made my dick start to stiffen, and this was with it all stored away waiting for the next party.
Bad Boy Cage
Slinging Ass
Comfy Jail Cell
Dungeon
Glory Holes
Pissing with the Hot Art Around You
Dank Halls lead you to your next encounter
Places everywhere to relax and watch or join in
Some of the parties I have been there for are wide and diverse… Mikes on Bikes during Gay Pride weekend, Radical Faeries gatherings, Naked Yoga, full Moon Chanting events, Foot Fetish Party, and just general spontaneous happenings during regular holidays.
I’m sad to say that the house has been sold after an almost 25-year run of partying and sex-positive queer/gay events, but I’m glad I got to be a part of it in a small way before its end.
I will continue to mine my brain for stories that I remember from the 14th Street house and share them here.
