This was my last day in Europe. After Berlin, I flew to Madrid for the night to catch an early morning flight back to Los Angeles.  Although, I should mention there’s a raging hard-on of a party called Odarko I really want to check out. It’s my last night. I might as well go out with a gang-bang (so to speak.) This is how it went down!

Getting Back to Madrid

As I enter MAD, the airport in Madrid, I quickly log on to their wi-fi and text my MisterBandB host. My flight ran a few hours late.

I had such a great experience using MisterBandB the first time I thought I would try it again. If you haven’t read why I think MisterBandB is so great, check out my review. I’ll link to it here: MisterBandB.

This time around, I stayed with a Spanish hunk who enjoyed walking around his apartment naked. He’s also youthful and fit, which made it better.

Since I had an early morning flight, I decided to stay in and relax for the night. However, the Spanish stud informed me that he’s kept up with my blog and said I should check out Odarko.

I should tell you, though, that as he talked about Odarko, I noticed his cock start to get hard. And at that point, it became clear that he definitely has giant meat in his pants.

I immediately perked up and decided we needed to go to Odarko! STAT!

All I can say now is that Spanish men are so blessed! Keep reading for a detailed description of Odarko and its decadence.

Odarko Review

Odarko is a party that happens twice a month. Although, they’ve moved to a new club called The Stella Club. It’s located at Arlaban 7 – 28014 MADRID – Near Metros: Sol / Sevilla.

This party is said to cater to masculine men, hairy men, fit men, fetish, and leather types. No smell-good fragrance allowed.

We enter the space, and since my host knows the right people, we get a discount and pay 15 Euros to enter. They hand us a handful of condoms and lube packages and smile, and bid us a good journey into the den of sin.

Odarko at Club Stella

As soon as you go through the second door, the loud, dark, ambient techno music hits you like a wave. It’s great. The lights are low.

It’s only about midnight, and this place is starting to fill up. However, let me paint you a picture.

In front of the dance floor, there’s a DJ booth with a giant gas mask logo behind him. The laser lights are flashing, creating wild circles and blinking in all directions.

Me and my Madrid host begin to explore. If you veer left, you end up at a sectioned-off area. It looks closed. At further inspection, they’re actually temporary walls. It’s pitch black, but I can see a sling in the middle. It’s a fuck room. Past this fuck room, there’s a giant bar with glowing red lights.

It’s an incredible space. I believe we’re entirely underground too. We head over to the opposite end of the space. Pass the dance floor to another bar. The great thing about the bars in Madrid is most entrance fees entitle you to one or two drinks. At Odarko, it’s two drinks. We grab a drink, and we continue to explore.

To the right of this bar, there’s another dark room. It’s big. There is a leather bed in the center. The men are starting to congregate and form groups.

I can see them all going at it on one singular bottom. I continue to walk, and now I’m in a long dark hall. It’s pitch black, and I can’t tell if anyone is standing next to me, in front of me, or anywhere really.

I can feel people’s hands grope my crotch. They start caressing my back, my buns, and my chest as I move forward. I ignore them all as I walk. The techno music is seductive. It gives way to thoughts of possibilities.

I make a hard right after the dark hallway and see a large couch. A few guys were seated there, naked. Their raging man-meat, reaching for the sky. A couple of these guys are working their piece. They caress their chest as they do so.

The men at Odarko are so handsome. It’s unbelievable. They also range in age. I would say mid-20s and up. Most men have beards. Many men are fit. Hard-bodied, hard chests, abs.

We head further into the Earth. This place has another level downstairs. I swear we’re deep underground. There’s a clothes check here. Like most bars in Madrid, you can wear whatever you want, or not. If you want to be naked, then be naked.

The restrooms are down here as well. We take a wrong turn, and now I’m walking down a long hallway.

There are leather curtains every 10 feet. I push the curtains out of the way to make way for another curtain. It’s like being lost in a nightmare when you’re running from a villain, and the hallway never ends. What is this place? Is this another “play” area? I’m not too sure. I feel like I shouldn’t be here, so I head back upstairs.

At this point, I don’t know where my MisterBandB host is. He is somewhere in the crowds of hairy, naked stallions. Or perhaps he’s in the dark rooms with the horse-hung men. Maybe he’s helping them out.

The Play Area at Odarko

My directionally-challenged brain starts to flicker. I have to find my host. If I leave without him, I will literally get lost and sleep on the streets of Madrid. We told each other we’d meet up around 3 in the morning if we separate, but we didn’t give each other a meeting place… We didn’t coordinate properly. Uh-oh. Ok. No need to panic. He’s gotta be here.

I head over to the bar and get my second free drink. I stop and think for a second and watch the masses dancing away. 

I managed to find him in the midst of all the action. My host is graciously using a bottoms mouth with three other tops. The eager bottom is lapping them up. He is taking turns on each Spanish guy like it is his first time. Each top, is bigger than the next. And they’re all handsome. They know what they’re doing. I watch as the bottom rubs their chests with passion as he takes them one by one.

My host sees me, and he gives me a nod. He knows I’m here. I nod back in acknowledgment and let him get on with his play. Now I know where he is. I start to look around.

But what did I decide to do once I found him? All will be revealed when I publish my Gay Madrid Travel Guide (coming soon).

I walk around and find myself stuck in the long dark hallway. It’s so full in here. I can’t see who is who. I’m stuck between many sweaty bodies. I can’t move. There is no way forward. The guys behind me are pushing me to get ahead. Now, there’s no way backward. Guys are on their knees underneath me. Other guys are bent against the wall next to me. I can hear their deep groans as I stand here.

The best part about this is it’s a free-for-all. I don’t see any pretension. It doesn’t matter if the guy you’re after is the best-looking guy in the room. He wants to play with you. I love Spanish men. They’re all equal opportunists.

It’s like an Odarko zombie invasion. I can feel all their hands on me. Except, instead of trying to tear at

my flesh, they’re tearing at my clothes. Someone takes my shirt off as someone else pulls my pants down. Guys are groping me left and right. I put my hand over my private parts and quickly put my clothes back on. The great thing about Europe is that it’s a sign that you don’t want anyone to touch you. They are very respectful and back away.

As I try to climb over the bodies to make my way out, I slip and land on one knee. A couple of guys walk towards me thinking I just gave the room the signal for “bottom down, I’m ready for everyone!” I get up quickly and keep moving.

The guys here are so horny it’s unbelievable. I thought Berlin was a party town. I think Madrid can teach Berlin a thing or two.

Most guys had several guys at once. As I headed back to the dance floor, I see it all. A few stallions had several guys on their knees, lapping up their massive bones. I also saw the opposite. One bottom serving many tops. At one point, I walked by a guy bent over with a line of 5 guys waiting their turn. Odarko is a massive sexual dance party. If you enjoy fit, hairy men, you’ll enjoy Odarko.

I make it to the dance floor and run into the bartender from Organic. He’s the one that invited me to this party while I was here last week. We chatted for a few minutes before I decided it was time to make my way back home.

Getting Home

I couldn’t find my host at this point. I left without him. Although, it looks like he left a few minutes behind me. We saw each other back at his place.

I packed my bags and set my alarm for 7:45 in the morning.

I gave my host a giant hug goodbye. He’s been so kind. It’s been so great having him show me around. The fact that he bought me some food upon my arrival was amazing. Taking me to Odarko was incredible. This host went above and beyond all my expectations.

I looked at the time. It was 5 am and I headed to bed. Tomorrow’s going to be the world’s longest travel day.

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Let Me Break It Down For You:

Odarko at Club Stella is located at Arlaban 7 – 28014 MADRID – Near Metros: Sol / Sevilla

I paid 15 Euros at the door with a discount but I think it might be 20.

The space is great

It’s massive

The guys are HORNY AF

Most guys are fit, hairy, bearded, masculine and ready to get it on

Guys range in age from mid 20’s and up

Great techno music

Lots of play areas

The dance floor is always packed with people dancing

Many men to choose from

Lots of group action

You get two free drinks with your entrance fee

Check out their website for more info: HERE

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