I might be missing the whole point of having sex; the whole quantity vs. quality thing seems to be evading me lately. There are plenty of other guys who do the same type of things I do – hang out at places where they are likely to meet someone to have sex with, troll the net, etc. Engaging in these types of activities, there is a kind of bond that forms due to the frequency with which you bump into one another. However, I have found that in social situations, while these men are polite and cordial, they are not inclusive. So it leaves me feeling… well, excluded. I want to be privy to all that they know and be included in their reindeer games, but there seems to be an invisible barrier that bares me from entry into their world. Sort of a latex ceiling, I guess. I keep trying to break through it, but it seems airtight.The odd thing is, when I’m alone with one of them, they talk to me like one of their own, but when in pack mode I get not-quite-the-cold shoulder. Being quite sensitive to the posture of other people, I tend to take the slightest hint and make myself scarce in these situations. That could be part of the problem, or it could just be me doing the correct thing – taking a hint.
There are several reasons these guys may behave this way. Perhaps I intimidate them (doubtful). I’m hardly all that. Maybe they view me as competition (as I do them, sometimes). It could be that I’m too competitive and territorial. Maybe it’s my mode of operation that separates me from the herd (and not in a good way). Maybe I just work too hard at this whole sex thing and it’s a big turn-off to be around me. Maybe there are levels of slut-dom and I am at a level that makes them uncomfortable, but I sincerely doubt that. Keep in mind that I am talking about dudes who have been bent over a bar stool in Chicago and roundly fucked in full view of others. I know this to be the case, because they share such things with me in private. And out on the Prairie, we’ve caught at least a glimpse each other’s business in action, so I’m pretty sure, that if they are judging me for my behavior, then that kettle is beige.
Maybe, beyond the seeking of sexual partners, we have nothing in common (somewhat true). These are people who regularly go to the Eagle for beer busts and happy hours; that is one of the environments in which they bond. I don’t go out to bars and maybe that is enough to exclude me from the pack. Another place these guys tend to bond is at sex parties and I had never gone to one - until last Saturday.
Initially, I thought the whole thing was a big hoax until I got there and they actually opened the doors. I received an invitation the same way I always learn about these things – by total accident. The difference is… this time I actually went! It turns out to be much nicer than I expected.
The space is clean and there is nice (covered) furniture throughout the building. On the first floor there is a place to change and store your clothes, a bathroom, a shower, a room with refreshments, condoms and lube, and another where dudes sit on couches waiting for blow jobs. The basement is where most of the action takes place. It is all painted black and consists of three rooms
. The first room has a video screen playing porn, a couple of chairs, and a bench along one wall. Three large black wooden boxes with glory holes line the opposite wall. There is a lot of room to walk around behind these boxes and it is quite dark back there. The second room has another video screen playing porn, and an arrangement of couches and chairs. There is also a loft level just behind this video screen which you reach by climbing a small staircase. There is a single couch in the loft space and it is pitch black back up there. The third room is the largest room. It has a couple of bar tables, two slings and a series of couches and chairs.After storing my clothes on the upper floor, I head to the basement wearing nothing more than my mid-calf black leather boots and a b-ball cap. It only takes me a matter of a few moments to establish home base for the night: in the second room by the couch farthest away from the loft end. I stuff my duffle bag full of supplies (a towel, lube, condoms, wet wipes, a blanket (?), and a ton of bottled water). Okay, so this is my first time at one of these things and I have no clue what is required. I just didn’t want to find myself sitting in a freezing warehouse, cold, dirty and thirsty. Once my stuff is secure beside the couch, I begin to wander around.
Now, even before the evening begins, I resign myself to lower my expectations. Earlier, as I sat in my car watching other guys go in I couldn’t help but notice that most of them were a bit - to a lot - older than me and woefully out of shape. If this is going to be a troll camp then at least I can comfort myself in the fact that I will probably be one of the better looking trolls. Fortunately, that is not the whole case. By the time I start exploring the rooms many more guys have shown up. I would say the mix ends up being 33/66 – 33% out of my league or doable and 66% not my thing at all – but God bless them all for showing up and for putting up with my presence, for I know I’m not better than anybody else. I am just different.
Everybody’s walking around like zombies, me included. I made a conscious choice not to drink any alcohol before I arrive. In fact, even though the invite says BYOB, I decide to bring only water for there is nothing less sexy than a drunken letch who doesn’t know he’s a drunken letch. After I have done about a dozen rounds with the other zombies, I decide it is time to actually commit to doing something/someone. There are now about 50 dudes to choose from, and while many of them are not to my liking, there are a number that I find more than acceptable. The very first guy that catches my attention is a really cute, slim, brown-haired guy who is about 32 years old with a cute goatee. I notice him for the first time while he is standing naked in line to store his clothes. He is, of course, also the first person to crawl into the sling for a butt fucking – administered by someone else. A good size crowd gathers around them and I watch for a few minutes before moving on to another room.
As I walk through the maze of men and shadows I notice there is a common way of greeting others, or at least what passes for a greeting here. Seems it is perfectly acceptable to simply reach out and grab a guy’s dick as you pass them, probably due to the fact that this also seems to be the only way to get someone to look you in the eyes. Working up my courage I give it a try. I grab the first, large, semi-hard dick I see and it just happens to be attached to a mousy-haired, bearded man about my age. If I was a casting agent, I would cast him as a charming, handsome college professor. He’s Caucasian, a bit taller than me and his body, while a little on the soft side is reasonable. And he has a big dick – did I mention that? Because that seems to have been my sole motivation for grabbing it. Size queen? Moi’? Initially he tries to pull away with a shy smile, but then our eyes meet and that seals the deal.
This is a scenario that will repeat itself three times that night.
It’s as if once you lock eyes with someone, even for a millisecond, the contract is signed, the deed all but
done. A magnetism is created midair between the two of you and after that it is just a matter of that all important first kiss. Is it like that for everyone? I don’t know. I know it isn’t like that for me with everyone, but when it does happen the instant intensity of this type of encounter always blows me away. It’s as if gay guys are hardwired that way. We get sucked into each other’s energy vortex and suddenly, for the length of the encounter, there is little separation between the individual psyches involved. In other words, it’s kind of like a gay, sexual, Vulcan mind-meld.And so it is with this guy. He has a killer smile; just brilliant, and I find myself being swept away. Our first kiss nails it. We grope on each other, I suck him for a bit, we kiss each other deep and long. Keep in mind this is happening in one of the better lit corners in the first room with the glory hole boxes, so people keep walking up to us. Some make a vain attempt to get in on the action, however, we’re so lost in each other that there is no penetrating our dome of sexual bliss and they end up walking away, ignored.
Ten minutes into playtime, I turn around and rub the crack of my ass on his dick. He tells me he doesn’t want to fuck yet, but then changes his mind in a matter of minutes – victim of the undeniable power of the almighty butt crack? (Perhaps.) He mentions that he doesn’t have a condom with him – not a problem. I run to my duffle bag and grab my little kit (a plastic sandwich bag with lube, condoms (two sizes), poppers, and wet wipes), but before I go I ask him if he wants to follow and do it somewhere more private? I don’t wait for an answer before going to get my kit. He doesn’t follow, which means he wants to do it in that little corner. When I get back to my duffle bag I think about the fact that he hasn’t followed me. Do I really want to get fucked in front of a whole bunch of dudes I don’t know? I then reason that if I’m not cool with that I shouldn’t be here, grab my kit and head back to where I left my new fuck bud.
He’s still there and nobody has moved in on him, so I guess we’re good to go. We go back to kissing. I hand him the condom, lube up my ass and grab my poppers. Turning around, I take a big hit of poppers as I offer up my hole. He enters slowly and I feel myself melt onto his dick. It’s such a wonderful feeling. As he begins slowly thrusting in and out, I open my eyes and discover a bunch of guys standing very near us, watching. Some of them make a play for my dick, but my fuck bud makes it clear that it belongs to him. About five minutes into the fuck – which is really quite tasty, three young, hunky dudes come and stand in front of us. One of them gets on his knees and starts sucking on the other two. It’s a porno scene come alive right in front of me in the middle of an awesome fuck. Soon my dick is also being sucked by the young dude on the floor. I think my playmate is so in awe of the sight of the three of them that he no longer cares about protecting my package, but I’m cool with that. They’re good looking dudes and are definitely adding something to this experience.
Next thing I know, one of the cute, hunky dudes is bent over a bench and the dude that was sucking my dick is now banging the hell out of his ass. None of this is lost on the guy fucking me, and it actually seems to spur him on, as he is now pounding away at my butt, matching the other dude thrust for thrust. Other guys move in all around me and I am now standing straight up while having my ass assaulted. I lean back and kiss my dude and then he whispers that he is about to cum. By now we are swamped with dudes. Hands are going everywhere. I lean over, pushing guys aside as I do and make a bit of a show of taking this man’s load. As crowded as that corner is at that moment everyone else melts away and it is as if my fuck bud and I are the only people in the world. That moment holds, frozen in time, for just a second before reality crashes in and everything rushes forward once again. Guys crowd in once more. I turn my head and give my dude a deep
kiss as his slick dick slides from my hole. He pulls the condom off as we make sexual small talk and kiss. His smile cuts the darkness like a ray of bright white light. Even in this crowd, I lose myself in the afterglow of a mighty fuck.I barely have time to catch my breath when I feel another dude pushing his way between me and the guy that just fucked me. That’s when things get a little surreal. Guys are milling about, standing way too close for my comfort level. The three hunky dudes apparently finished their little show about the same time as the dude fucking me lost his load. I’m attempting to talk to him as this other guy is pushing his way sort of between us. The other guy positions my ass so that he has access and he places the head of his dick against my recently fucked hole. I turn just slightly and catch sight of him, and as I do I grab his dick and remove it from the crack of my ass. He says something, but I can’t hear because of all the buzz around me. I turn back to talk to the guy that just fucked me and the other dude moves in again, pressing the head of his dick against my hole. This other guy is a big football player type – and not like those fat dudes on the internet who tell you they have a football player’s build. This guy’s shoulders are broad and big enough where he doesn’t need shoulder pads. The rest of him is in great shape, too. He’s in his late 20’s, a head taller than me with a round face, apple cheeks, child-like eyes that have a definite twinkle to them, and a cupid mouth. Imagine, if you will, that the Campbell’s Soup kid grew up to be big and strong and looks like a football player. Everything about him is smooth and big, except for his dick, which, while nicely curved, is just under six inches and on the thin side.
So I decide to ignore him and try to carry on a conversation with my previous partner, who may be perplexed by what is going on between me and the football player dude, but doesn’t seem able to acknowledge that it’s going on either. Next thing I know, the football player has slipped his dick in my hole and proceeds to start fucking me. I’m sure my eyes go big, but given the circumstances, I don’t know what an appropriate response is. I suppose if I was one of those people who get all uptight about an uncovered dick using my ass, I might turn about, pull out his dick and tell him to fuck off. But I don’t. Instead I stand there and sort of pretend it’s not happening.
But it is! It really is…
End of Part I
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