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May. 6th, 2019 12:08 pm
The Clothes-Shucking Derby
Part of getting the right balance for cocktail nights is not inviting too many people that currently want to bone me. This is tricky because (a) I'm a whore for the attention and (b) I do sometimes want to bone, but given the flakiness of bears, it helps to stack the odds. Cocktails is a convenient thing to invite guys to since it happens pretty regularly and it's totally cazh, but there are fewer distractions than in a bar so it's easier to assess someone's level of interest.
By my count, I had four guests with bone-potential: Pasillero, Sad Cub, Breloom, and a friend of friends. We don't need to say much about Pasillero. He's a regular and he's not jealous, plus I knew he'd be worn out from a day with his mother. He was there for some companionship, not to pester me for supplemental sex.
Sad Cub got his nickname that night because of the way he kept to himself. He's a new transplant in some kind of BDSM relationship I don't claim to understand and I'm not sure what, if anything, he's looking for from me but Breloom was emphatic he was just standing by waiting for my instructions. He had a play party in the sex dungeon up the street to go back to, so despite his fragility I wasn't worried overly much about his leaving unfulfilled. (He posted something the next day about how moving here was "the right choice" and he's thankful for his friends blah blah blah.)
Breloom has been interested in me since we met on New Year's Eve 2018. I first had him over last year the same night that I met Ginger Farmboy, which led to me jilting him. I promised that whatever happened Saturday, I wouldn't do that to him again, and I didn't.
The FOF knew both Breloom and my neighbours' gay friend. I knew this because I met him at Breloom's birthday party in January and then saw him at NGF's housewarming a month or two later. We made out in the kitchen and exchanged numbers but nothing ever came of it.
To those, we might as well pile on JP, who was also there, and NGF. JP made his interest known years ago and would presumably still like a tumble, but if that were going to happen it would've happened well before now so it's just background noise at this point. The NGF unexpectedly made out with me in the kitchen, but in front of his friend, who he also made out with. And he was so tragically drunk that he fell asleep on his kitchen floor when he got home so who knows how much real interest was behind that.
All in all, it was a forgone conclusion who really had a chance to make it across the finish line. The only real question was whether it would happen that night or another time. And after all the guests left one-by-one until only Breloom and I were left, we both knew where the evening was heading next. (Some neighbours probably know, too, given Breloom's impatience and my open curtains on the upper level.)
The sex was fine. I'm always a little intimidated by power bottoms, even without a touch of the whiskey dick, and I'm never at my best after midnight. But we managed to find a good angle and go at it long enough that neither of us felt cheated. What was more satisfying was how well the two of us communicated, which bodes well for any sort of rematch. (Intriguingly, he confessed that he was hoping me and his friend would double-time him, which adds a new dimension to the conversation on three-ways he'd taken part in earlier.)
By my count, I had four guests with bone-potential: Pasillero, Sad Cub, Breloom, and a friend of friends. We don't need to say much about Pasillero. He's a regular and he's not jealous, plus I knew he'd be worn out from a day with his mother. He was there for some companionship, not to pester me for supplemental sex.
Sad Cub got his nickname that night because of the way he kept to himself. He's a new transplant in some kind of BDSM relationship I don't claim to understand and I'm not sure what, if anything, he's looking for from me but Breloom was emphatic he was just standing by waiting for my instructions. He had a play party in the sex dungeon up the street to go back to, so despite his fragility I wasn't worried overly much about his leaving unfulfilled. (He posted something the next day about how moving here was "the right choice" and he's thankful for his friends blah blah blah.)
Breloom has been interested in me since we met on New Year's Eve 2018. I first had him over last year the same night that I met Ginger Farmboy, which led to me jilting him. I promised that whatever happened Saturday, I wouldn't do that to him again, and I didn't.
The FOF knew both Breloom and my neighbours' gay friend. I knew this because I met him at Breloom's birthday party in January and then saw him at NGF's housewarming a month or two later. We made out in the kitchen and exchanged numbers but nothing ever came of it.
To those, we might as well pile on JP, who was also there, and NGF. JP made his interest known years ago and would presumably still like a tumble, but if that were going to happen it would've happened well before now so it's just background noise at this point. The NGF unexpectedly made out with me in the kitchen, but in front of his friend, who he also made out with. And he was so tragically drunk that he fell asleep on his kitchen floor when he got home so who knows how much real interest was behind that.
All in all, it was a forgone conclusion who really had a chance to make it across the finish line. The only real question was whether it would happen that night or another time. And after all the guests left one-by-one until only Breloom and I were left, we both knew where the evening was heading next. (Some neighbours probably know, too, given Breloom's impatience and my open curtains on the upper level.)
The sex was fine. I'm always a little intimidated by power bottoms, even without a touch of the whiskey dick, and I'm never at my best after midnight. But we managed to find a good angle and go at it long enough that neither of us felt cheated. What was more satisfying was how well the two of us communicated, which bodes well for any sort of rematch. (Intriguingly, he confessed that he was hoping me and his friend would double-time him, which adds a new dimension to the conversation on three-ways he'd taken part in earlier.)