La Demence and Brussels

We continue Jack's story. Jack and Albert took one of the last flights from Berlin Templehof to Brussels where they explored the gay area and went to the monthly party ay La Demence. Click Continue reading for this story or click Gay Berlin under categories for the whole lot.

Jack and Albert had just arrived early in Brussels from Templehof. Albert was brilliant, Jack just followed him, Albert seemed to know where everything was before he had landed. The hotel, Euro Capital Brussels was OK, internet was free in their room and it was walking distance from La Demence / Fuse. They walked past Fuse while searching for a second breakfast. The area round there is pretty grim. Half of the shops were shut for August and most of the people looked like homeless drug addicts. To his horror, Jack had forgotten to pack viagra for la Demence, a pretty vital ingredient he thought. On the off chance he popped into a chemist just down the road from Fuse. He discovered he could buy it over the counter at 50€ for 4 x 100mg. He decided to check out the local gay saunas before buying, to see if he could get something cheaper.

They have severe language difficulties in Brussels. They speak two: Flemish (indistinguishable from Dutch) and French. So, all signs and street names are in the two languages. Mostly they speak French in Brussels. The gay area of Brussels is centred on Kolenmarkt (Flemish name) which is near the Bourse underground station (French name). The underground system is schizophrenic too. There’s a real underground and an underground tram system, as well as a street level tram system and buses. All public transport seems to shut down at midnight and taxis are not cheap. Albert and Jack soon discovered that walking from their hotel to Bourse was quicker than taking the underground tram.

On their first night Albert and Jack explored Kolenmarkt, had a good dinner at Plattesteen a large brasserie there, found a gay map in one of the bars (27 bars and clubs listed), visited a couple of saunas in a fruitless search for Viagra “You can’t get it without a doctor’s prescription” and were recommended to go to Duquesnoy 12 and Box by random new acquaintances. Duquesnoy 12 is the name and the address of a cruising bar. It’s opposite the Royal Windsor Hotel, beside a casino and you ring a bell to enter through an unlit brown door. The ground floor is a small bar and you can go up a rickety thin staircase to two upper floors of darkrooms. On each floor there were four cabins with a gloomy circulation area all round them. So you circulate until you find someone you fancy and then you lure them into a cubicle. The bar downstairs was fairly full but people were mostly sitting drinking and looking – not a bright and cheery place. Box is a small disco bar at 7 Rue des Riches Claires. It stays open later than others. On a Wednesday night there were only about 20 people there and the music was deafening. It was more fun than Duquesnoy.

La Demence on Friday was the main event. It opens at 10pm and tickets from 10-11pm are only 10€ compared to the usual 15. Jack and Albert had also been warned about the horrendous queues and so they decided to get there on the dot at 10. Some people were buying 10€ tickets and coming back later but our heroes went straight in. If you are with friends, this is not a bad strategy. The large main dance floor fills up quickly and there is some seating available. The darkrooms and second smaller dance floor open at about midnight. Jack had bought his rubber trousers along but these were quite unnecessary and he  just wore sports trousers. Jeans and T-shirt are quite acceptable and a significant minority were wearing sports shorts. Next time he goes that is what Jack will wear. A few people were very glammed up. It get’s very hot in La Demence especially in the darkrooms, they have little or no air conditioning and Jack’s trousers ended up soaked in his own sweat.

The darkrooms and the upper dance floor open at about midnight. They get busy quickly. Jack discovered two. The lower one was amateur with passage ways and a few nooks and corners. Jack started to have quite nice sex with someone there but got mocked by two tourists. Hello! So he mocked them back and found the upstairs darkroom. That was more nooks and crannies and a moderate sized room where the males of Belgium had come to vent their lust this one day in the month. Everybody was up for it. Jack wandered in, stood around for a minute and quickly got fucked and then there was a queue of cocks waiting to enter him. He was in his element. Sandwiches and spit roasts all round. After an hour or so he had to take a break and retired back to the upper dance floor. Music? Not sure – he was way too tired to dance. It didn’t sound spectacular, although Albert, now hooked up with Nuno, reported that the music in the main dance floor had improved from the cheesy Euro-mix which they had heard from 10 to 12. After a bit of R&R on the upper dance floor with Nuno and Albert Jack returned to the darkrooms.

On the way he got into the small upstairs bar where the strippers perform. It wasn’t your usual strip show - just a sexy muscular Brazilian boy swaying about on the bar in very tight underwear and a self satisfied smile on his face. And then he got his huge cock out, it was unbelievably thick, perfectly long and hard. He wanted notes to be thrust in his knee length boots. One excited punter obliged, while the crowd gaped in awe. The lad was so cute that Jack slapped his last ten Euros on to the sweaty thigh. Another punter promised a tenner and jumped on the bar for licks. It was embarrassing. He got pushed back hard and retired in disgrace. Do people have no etiquette? There is an hourly schedule of strippers in the small bar upstairs. After that magnificent display, Jack proceeded to the fuck room further upstairs. This time he was more of a top but he ended up with a sweet guy and they took it in turns to fuck each other for a sexy half hour. Luckily there was a plentiful supply of condoms and lube. Once again he retired downstairs and met up with Nuno and Albert. They had been having a lovely time chatting and dancing on the main floor. It was 5am, Nuno was nodding off in his chair, Albert and Jack said their goodbyes and staggered back to their hotel. Nuno woke up later, had more fun, slept again and was one of the last to leave the club after midday. So that’s the secret of how to keep going all night.