Black Party

This year I went to my first Black Party in NYC. I had won tickets last year in the most tragic bar contest you could ever imagine, but just had Greg scalp them since A) I wasn't interested and B) was not going to be in NYC at the time. This year though I was hired by Vance to lead a bondage scene at the event (like I do for him on Friday's at Splash). More or less, the idea was to spend three hours creating a spider web of rope on a huge 10x10 frame, tie a boy to it, and lead a scene. All simple enough, and the pay was decent. Besides, it got me a free ticket to the event.

I am not much of a circuit party boy (or even much or a night life boy to be frank), but I was certainly curious about the event itself. I had been working non stop for the days leading up to the party, so I figured I would show up, do my scene, and leave.

I got there around 11:30 with Brian from the NYBC who was doing an identical scene elsewhere at the party. He had already suggested I tie up one of our mutual acquaintances, and since I didn't have a better suggestion, I agreed. We all met up at the ballroom and got situated before starting our scenes. The web took about two hours to make, and the scene prob took 30 or 40 mins. I think it was hot (or at least entertaining) for the audience, but me and the bottom had absolutely no chemistry (nor a particular fondness for each other), which made the whole scene feel like just another job (which it was).

However, the one surprise I got at Black Party was another example of my ever shifting sexual and emotional needs. Now, in the days before BP I had worked a lot at Nasty Pig. All of us felt like we must have sold a third of the gear that was worn at BP, and we met a large number of party goers in the day before. Many were hot, and I flirted with plenty (as is my prerogative hehe). I figured I would run into a few at the party, and was open to something happening.

Sure enough, I did run into a few. One in particular struck my fancy. A very handsome, bearded, muscular, broad, masculine man from LA. He came up to the platform I was on grabbed my leg. When I looked down I grinned broadly. We had flirted a lot in the store, and I thought he was just the sexiest guy. We talked for a bit, and started kissing. You know how some guys are just amazing kissers? Well that is exactly what he was. He was sweet and flirtatious, and just the best damn kisser I had met in a while. We kissed for a while, and eventually I started sucking his dick (which was thick, mouthwatering, and so suckable). However, it didn't last long. He picked me up, and we started kissing again, and frankly I couldn't have been happier. It seemed innocent, and somewhat ridiculous considering the venue, but I just could have stood kissing him all night.

Eventually I had to get back to my scene, and he told me he would be right there watching. ^ _ ^. The scene happened, and we had no chemistry and it was work. Afterwards I looked for my new connection and found that he was gone. I started to think he might have left after seeing the rather sexual scene, not realizing how much I would have rather been with him. So I untied the web and spent the rest of the party exploring/keeping my eye out for him. I never found him.

But during my intense search, I started to realize all the guys who had there dicks out just waiting for a boy like me to suck them off weren't tempting me even slightly. Usually NSA no recip cock service is my thing. But on this black night of nights, I just wasn't feeling it. All I wanted to do was find my big furry fella and kiss him deeply. It's opened my eyes a little bit. I haven't had a boyfriend in almost six years (David and I were never in a committed relationship). I have seen guys, but to be honest, I have always been happily (and preferably) single. But maybe I want to stop sleeping around. Maybe I'm ready to find just one guy. Maybe I'm ready to meet my someone just for me.