Black Party & Blue Balls

Before I dive into the Black Party, just an update on Mr. Blond...
We had a date this Friday night. It sort of our first and sort of our second (the first time we met was via an online hook-up). We did dinner and a movie...then a sleep over. I don't know if we're as much of a match as I thought/hoped/wanted, but still had a decent time.

Now onto the good stuff...The BP...

It wasn't bad. Was it great? No. But I had a good time. No sex for me, but one of the best looking crowds I've seen in a long time; the eye candy was fantastic, but the music lacked.

Of course there was the unique-to-the-Black-Party sexiness and sleaziness, which I love. (What's better than sleaziness?) I wore some great leather gear that I have, and was hoping I'd leave the party with cum and piss all over it, but alas, I left with my gear as clean as it was when I arrived. I actually didn't see any sex going on. There was a lot of playing, but no full-fledged fucking...that I saw.

A lot of guys cruised me, patted my ass and rubbed my chest, among other things. Very few people, however, actually hit on me, or came up and said anything. I was talking to a friend about this, maybe it's because I come across unfriendly (I don't think I do), or that I look uninterested, but I'm not sure. It's a two-way street though, and I didn't go up and talk to anyone either, so I'm as guilty of this as everyone else.


So, I went home with no one on my arm...or cock. I dropped one pill of x, which was pretty much gone by the time I got home so I was able to get some sleep. I awakened at around noon with a major hard on, so got out my computer and went on the prowl.

A guy who I met over a year ago and have been trying to get together with, hit me up. He was in the 'hood at a "bud's" place, and asked if I wanted company. Sure! This was perfect - and he was there within 20 minutes.

I was pretty psyched about pigging out with this dude, but when I opened the door, all of my interest vanquished. Immediately. He's a big partier, which never bothered me, but GOD, this kid let himself go. He was so cute. His body still looked good, but his face looked tired and gaunt, his skin was dry and oddly colored (like orangey...maybe self-tanner), and his eyes were two black holes.

He asked to shower, and I reluctantly let him. While he was scrubbing, I battled with whether I should continue with the hook, or let him go.


Once he was toweled off, I explained that I was way too tired to play, and that we should go for another day. He was totally surprised, and I instantly felt guilty. He asked if it was really because I was tired, or just wasn't interested. I assured him it was the former...but it was pretty obvious that it was the latter...

He left, and I couldn't get back on the .net fast enough. There was another guy I met about a year ago...same story. Great pics. Awesome bod when we first met. Came over...and it was nothing as I remembered. So thin, no body, totally gone. We got further into playing than I did with the other guy, but it fizzled out shortly after he was blowing me. I was totally hard, but not really into him. I wanted something different. I wanted to have a passionate, pigged-out, spit and cum oozing lay...and I wasn't getting it.

We paused and both agreed that it wasn't working. He left, and there was no time for me to get another piece over before I was to meet a friend for dinner.

So, after what should've been 24 hours of raunched-out pig fucking...I blew 5 loads alone and didn't stick my dick in one ass (although I did get a quick blow job)