Cleveland—April,
2012
For being in a hotel
with literally hundreds of horny leather men, I did not try to play during the
day on Friday. I had a late breakfast—well
deserved after putting in my three and a half hours of sex the night before at
the first of the Recon/Reflex Parties.
Friday was the day of Jayson’s gangbang—and I had no time for anyone
else. I attended to the two websites where
the announcements had appeared. I
answered questions about it. I sent reminders. And I sent a brief set of rules:
Rules for tonight:
Socks or Boots—no bare feet.
No hard drugs during or before.
Poppers here are great.
No one gets fucked but JP—It’s a gangbang not group sex.
Oral between tops is expected and encouraged!!!
Hydrate.
Piss in the tub on Jayson—or down my throat.
We are not filming—but JP is fine with an occasional pic.
Friday at 8pm to 12.
Room 3XX at the Host Hotel.
I invited close to
30 guys after weeding out more than a dozen bottoms. Jayson’s taste in men is very inclusive—so we
had all types and ages…
Jayson arrived at the
hotel by the afternoon. We walked around
the Vendor Mart together (where he purchased some Nasty Pig socks). We talked about porn, CLAW, bareback porn, my
gay brother, internet bareback porn and Cleveland.
I’d put the sling
was up, though Jayson is not a big fan of them.
The rimseat was within easy reach if I wanted to get him on it to eat out
loads later in the evening. Bottled water
was in the refrigerator . There were
plenty of towels—both from the hotel and some I had brought. Mark and I had folded the comforter and
tucked it in the closet with the ugly decorative pillow provided by the Hilton.
Jayson was due at
7:45pm. The first top arrived at
7:30. He would not shut up. He knows both Mark and myself—Mark from
various campgrounds where they have run into each other, me from a rest area
encounter. Normally, I would have been
fine with his chatter, but I needed to get my own head in the right zone for
this kind of party. I’m pulled in so
many directions during a function like this.
I’m supposed to be the perfect host and the man leading the charge in
getting the bottom opened up. Almost
invariably I am just entering ass as I have to go answer the door. So I really didn’t need to hear the first
guest asking if he could fuck Mark while we waited for Jayson…or worse, having
him play the most obnoxious ring tone in the history of cell phones for our “amusement.” Mark and I sigh as I tie the laces on my
chaps.
A knock. It’s Jayson.
He strips down to a jock and hunter green socks. I help him tie a matching bandana around his
right bicep.
Did the first top stop talking when Jayson arrived?
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