Sex Party Etiquette - Drop The Stigmas With Your Pants

As many closed their NY Gay Pride Weekend with some kind of social event, I was no different. The social event I went to however dealt with socializing of a more physically interlocking fashion.

I went to the NYJP/GBU Sex Party.

My fun started almost the moment I walked in the door. After getting undressed, I went to the back, and almost immediately got my cock sucked. I then went deeper into the back where there were more people, and almost immediately it was my cock-sucking skills that got put to work. And as soon as the moans from the recipient of my cock-sucking prowess started, a line that I was not accommodating began to form.

A little while later, I saw this cute blond bent over getting fucked. As I got closer to the action, and stood in front of the blond, the blond started sucking my dick and making out with me while he was still getting fucked. When the top got his fill, me and the blond continued making out. We made out so hard that at one point when the blond went down no me, instead of pulling him back up, I found myself squatting down to be with him, and we continued kissing there. Since this was a sex party, and I'm not your typical New Yorker at a sex party treating it like a suckfest instead of the fuckfest it should be, I made it obvious that I was hungry to fuck by asking him if he was a top or bottom. He spoke with an accent, because he turned out being Canadian. He said that he was more of a bottom, but I was so sexy that he could definitely see himself topping me. He was beautiful from head to toe and front to back, so I didn't care at this point what position he was. We just got up, I grabbed a condom and lube packet from my sock, and started fucking his beautiful ass.

The problem was that it was so hot in the room that I got overheated very quickly. Although, it was very early in the night, I didn't want to come yet. I would have at least like to bring myself close, but the heat of the room wouldn't let me. So I took a break to get something to drink and cool off, and we agreed to meet up later.

When I went to go get a drink, someone pointed out to me how a lot of guys there liked the Black guys. Something about that made me uneasy. Then I realized why. It was because as usual at a NYJP event, the non-Black guys are either totally not into Black guys at all, and if they are, they usually live by the porn-induced idea that all Black guys are tops. And the fact that I'm versatile, and was very much in the mood that night to dip my dick in a guy's ass having his 98.6 degrees quickly warming a condom then my cock, as well as have a guy do the same to me is what made that revelation a bit unsettling. So I began to fear if the twitching of my asshole because it craved a cock to milk cum out of... might be all for nothing.

When I went back to the party, this short gorgeous muscular Asian was there. As soon as he saw me, he grabbed me so fast and took me to the corner where a bed was, that I never got to see his cock. That is until he assumed the position...for him to be a bottom. As this made my previously mentioned unsettling feeling more prevalent, I still wasn't going to let the chance to fuck him get away from me. He was too fuckin' HOT.

He was laying on his back to be fucked missionary. While this is my favorite position as a bottom, and I am usually very accommodating of my partner, since he took me to the bed so fast that I never got to see his ass either, I asked him to get on all fours.

I looked down and his ass looked AMAZING. And once inside, proved how he was right to be the motivation for my tweet from yesterday:
Gays are known narcissists who fuck versions of themselves. NOT ME...with the exception of fucking another guy with a tight hole. ;-)


Because his ass was so tight from hole throughout the tunnel that he hugged my dick and engulfed it in warmth. I told myself to change positions in order to entertain his original desire for missionary, a position which I've said in past posts lets the eye contact show that it is you specifically who are desired, and not only your tools for sex. But he was feeling so good that I didn't want to stop. However at the same time, I needed to because if I didn't, I knew I was going to fill up that condom with my man-milk. Luckily, there was a guy standing right next to me watching me fuck the Asian. In the dim lighting I could see that he was of a lighter complexion and a little bit shorter than me. And I could feel that he had a nice ass and an uncut dick. And even though that uncut dick wasn't hard, if he turned out wanting to top, it was going to be my pleasure to make it hard. Because clearly by his stare, he wanted to have sex with me. It was just a matter of finding out how he wanted me - as the top or the bottom.


Once he handed me a condom, it became evident that he wanted me to again be the top. Part of me was disappointed, another part of me got his ego stroked to feel like I was a rooster in a hen house. A place filled with hungry chicks craving this cock. The part of me that was disappointed was from that same unsettling feeling as before. But with my cock in his ass, and groping his soft bubbly ass while I fucked him, made me quickly got over that feeling.


After him, I ran into the Canadian. This is where American White guys show how because of stigmas, they're threatened by Black sex appeal. Because I've noticed at sex parties, when White guys starts getting in a group, they easily let another White guy in. However, when a Black guy is welcomed by one of the White guys in the group (in this case me welcomed by the Canadian), the other White guys scatter - showing how their no better than vermin when you tread upon their rest-stop.


Well, with this outcome, I took full advantage of their stupidity and made out with the Canadian again. However, I was still craving to bottom. So unless he was going to fulfill that desire and top me, my being with the Canadian was going to be temporary. And since such turned out being the case, temporary it was.


Later, I was walking around and saw a Latino standing against the wall who showed interest in me earlier. He had all that I want in a top at a sex party. A gorgeous face, nice body, and a juicy ass to grope while every inch of his hungry cock is dipping in my ass. With that juicy ass, one might think that he was a bottom. Well, my hunger to bottom made me get more aggressive, so I actually made the 1st move this time. We started making out, and I immediately went down on him with the plan to make my mouth feel so good that he would no doubt want to finish pumping his dick in my ass. I sucked him long enough to make his dick throb a couple of times like it was about to shoot, then got up, and just as I was about to whisper, "Fuck me!", he said, "Do you want it?"


No surprise that my response was, "Fuck yes!"


We found the smaller bed free, and I got into missionary position on it. He started fucking me, and I groped his ass and all the muscles in his chest and arms. He then wanted me to turn over. We first did doggy-style, then I laid on my stomach, burying my knees into the bed, raising my ass, and arching my back - for those that don't know, this formula makes do when you don't have and/or want pillows to put underneath the bottom.


Anyway, that intense fuck was a fuck of relief to my hungry hole.


Not long after, the party was winding down. I ran into the last guy I topped. This time we actually spoke, and it turned out being that he was a Spaniard. We got to talking, and our talking continued outside the building. Part of what became interesting about our conversation was how observant he was of behaviors and expectations based on ethnicity. He became even more interesting once I discovered what age all of this knowledge was coming from---- a 22 year-old. Looking for such wisdom in American males at that age is almost like searching for Bigfoot.


He told me one of the things that made him want me to top him was because when he saw me fucking the Asian, the way my body moved made him say, "Oooo, I want to get fucked by him!".


That's not the first time I got such a compliment, but hearing it this time is what sparked my most recent Formspring question. And his compliment is also the reason that I'm more turned off by White American boys in gay porn than before. Because it reaffirmed how from the many I've seen in the clubs be they a patron or go-go dancer, most can't dance for shit. And my experience with lousy dancers is that they are also lousy lays, and the only ones who find them good in bed are other lousy dancers a.k.a. "Citizens of Rhythm-less Nation".


Anyway, I thanked him for the compliment. Especially, since it showed that he took note of how when I top, that I fuck passionately, but not rough. And since he didn't have the "White guilt" that White guys have who go hunting for Black cock tend to look to be punished for, he didn't crave to be fucked with the unseemly savagery that most Black porn actor tops do. Thereby giving birth to the lousy stigma of Blacks males using sex to release their anger over the sins of this country's White forefathers. Instead, he craved the passion, lust-filled hard thrusts from when I top someone. Because though hard and passionate, my thrusts coincide with his self-respect.


He also told me that he was apprehensive about touching me. Because of what he's experienced and witnessed in the past with other Black guys. He told me of an occurrence where he saw a Black guy fucking someone, and when he reached out to touch the guy, the Black guy threw his hand off. I told him that I've witness that myself in other ethnicities as well, but mainly in Black guys. I also told him that since I'm not like that, I have no idea of where that stupidity comes from. I told him so many Black guys doing that creates the stigma associated with Black men that either they can't walk and chew gum at the same time. or they believe that they're too good to be touched while they're fucking. I also told him about my porn past, and how a guy did that to me in a scene.


If any of you saw the movie, "B.L.A.K. (Bruthas Live And Kinky)", you might recall a point where I reach back to touch my scene partner, Foxx while he's fucking me from behind. At which point, he throws my hand down.

It is for this reason that movie is NOT one of the movies I'm giving away at the Bad Boys On The Hudson Sea Tea this Sunday. Because whatever joy I was having from doing that scene, Foxx's being representative of that stigma killed that joy.

So you see by this instance, that it's not only Whites who need to drop the stigmas with their pants, but Blacks need to do the same. You see, I'm an equal opportunity chastiser.

While writing this post, I realized that racial stigmas aren't the only stigmas that need to be with patrons' pants. There are other types of stigmas that need to be addressed, which is why I think this post may be a Part 1. So stay tuned...