I remember being
taken once in another country to what was called a "peg" house, i.e. a
brothel staffed with presumably desirable young men instead of women, males
having "pegs" for sex instead of "pockets" like females, as it was explained
[from Mac (J. McRee
I heard was that once upon a time the waiting boys sat upon a bench with
pegs of graduated sizes inserted, projecting above and below the bench
seat. One selected a boy sitting on a peg the size of one's cock
by looking at the portion of the peg below the seat (the portion
above the seat being up the boy's bum).
[from Steve Doonan]
I heard the term
Peg Boys some years ago, in reference to the Chinese crews that laid
track when the United States was building its transcontinental railroads.
Certain of the Chinese men (so I was told) would function as "peg boys"
to accommodate the sexual drives of the other Chinese men. They would
ready themselves for sexual intercourse by sitting on benches from which
protruded pegs of wood, in various sizes so that the men could become
accustomed to the smaller sizes first. I knew several men who went
to a gay motorcycle "run" a few years ago, as peg boys. At the wilderness
site of the gathering, they erected a tent to which was tacked a sign,
"Peg Boys," and, when occupied, an "Open for Business." They "worked" in
shifts throughout the day, to great demand. :-)
[Mr. Shorts carries
Okay, guys, now
we are getting somewhere. For various reasons, I did not mention the country
in which I was taken to a "peg" house. It was in Mainland China, and although
there were no peg benches shown to me there, they may have been elsewhere
in the house. A young man was selected for me as I was a foreign person,
and brought to me. Perhaps he had been chosen by peg size, as Steve mentions
above. There was no talking between us as neither spoke the other's language.
I had been informed he was a "Soochow beauty," a district of the country
renowned for beautiful people, and that he was the pick of the house.
He was indeed breathtakingly handsome. I became aroused the moment
I saw him. He squatted over me, facing away, and by flexing muscles I never
dreamed existed, got me off in a matter of seconds. The man who took
me there (also a foreigner) was a kind of know-it-all. Perhaps he did not
know about the pegs and only told me that because he was the kind of person
whose ego would not allow his saying, "I don't know."