I was at a sex party.
ok, I'm going to preface this with a point that as an intj I've answered many a curiosity and whim. As a professional sex and sexuality educator I've made it a point to explore and if amenable experience a variety of things to relate and facilitate workshops better.
That being said I was at Chubs, Bears and Beyond sex party in Manhattan a couple of years ago because I'd never been to one so specific. It was so specific they almost didn't let me in until I vowed I was a chaser.
Starting weight of 80% of the dudes was 350. Big boys. There's a living room and kitchen full of food and beverages. I would like to say this was the best food stocked sex party I'd even been to.
I mill around then wander in my towel l and sandals, no clothing allowed, to the back action rooms. And boyo was there action. There was a large mattress and about seven larger men involved in all kinds of loving. Standing around were other big guys and chasers , staring, encouraging and occasionally offering pointers and fluids.
But what stood out to me was a guy who looked like Captain America, 6'2, blonde, ripped abs with another guy 5'8, 475, no abs. They were entangled against the wall and in the polite French, Cap was fucking the shit out of him.
He had that guy in positions and contortions howling and moaning , passionately kissing and there was thrusting and grasping and clutching . It was a scene. No, really it was like a porno scene. I'd seen them arrive separately so I knew they didn't know each other. And they were fucking like Romeo and....Romeo on ecstasy after winning the lottery and discovering they were immortal. Cap's chiseled body, perfect ass was a picture of muscular exertion and glistening sweat as he drove, rammed, pushed, thrust, hurled all of his strength into not just penetrating Bucky but driving home his thrilled adoration. To Bucky's credit and mass, that man was alive and present to every pump, every kiss though even in the lit room due to Bucky's layers one had to more of imagine the Wendy's single, double, triple width, girth and the length, Cap's aim with his trusty shield, meat in buns ratio than see it.
I left that room, explored another room, came back and Cap had....Bucky? in a spectacular missionary then doggy then side saddle then cowgirl then reverse cowgirl then....a wheelbarrow position on the now vacant bed. Their energy and verve had set off the room into a bacchanal of groans and flesh clapping, slapping, flapping, squishing, moshing, mushing cacophony undergirded by squishing, sloshing and splashing sounds. With all Cap's churning I couldn't believe Bucky's butt wasn't butter by then.
That being said I was at Chubs, Bears and Beyond sex party in Manhattan a couple of years ago because I'd never been to one so specific. It was so specific they almost didn't let me in until I vowed I was a chaser.
Starting weight of 80% of the dudes was 350. Big boys. There's a living room and kitchen full of food and beverages. I would like to say this was the best food stocked sex party I'd even been to.
I mill around then wander in my towel l and sandals, no clothing allowed, to the back action rooms. And boyo was there action. There was a large mattress and about seven larger men involved in all kinds of loving. Standing around were other big guys and chasers , staring, encouraging and occasionally offering pointers and fluids.
But what stood out to me was a guy who looked like Captain America, 6'2, blonde, ripped abs with another guy 5'8, 475, no abs. They were entangled against the wall and in the polite French, Cap was fucking the shit out of him.
He had that guy in positions and contortions howling and moaning , passionately kissing and there was thrusting and grasping and clutching . It was a scene. No, really it was like a porno scene. I'd seen them arrive separately so I knew they didn't know each other. And they were fucking like Romeo and....Romeo on ecstasy after winning the lottery and discovering they were immortal. Cap's chiseled body, perfect ass was a picture of muscular exertion and glistening sweat as he drove, rammed, pushed, thrust, hurled all of his strength into not just penetrating Bucky but driving home his thrilled adoration. To Bucky's credit and mass, that man was alive and present to every pump, every kiss though even in the lit room due to Bucky's layers one had to more of imagine the Wendy's single, double, triple width, girth and the length, Cap's aim with his trusty shield, meat in buns ratio than see it.
I left that room, explored another room, came back and Cap had....Bucky? in a spectacular missionary then doggy then side saddle then cowgirl then reverse cowgirl then....a wheelbarrow position on the now vacant bed. Their energy and verve had set off the room into a bacchanal of groans and flesh clapping, slapping, flapping, squishing, moshing, mushing cacophony undergirded by squishing, sloshing and splashing sounds. With all Cap's churning I couldn't believe Bucky's butt wasn't butter by then.
I was barely inside the humid, sweat, lit from the swirling ceiling fan, room when I heard another sound. A sound the rotund and their admirers were ignoring.
The wooden floor, creaking....and I am not exaggerating.....bowing at the center of the room. I did a quick head count and some mass math. No one was doing this kind of evaluation I realized as the room trembled. Throbbed, really
Have you ever been on a wooden dance floor and stopped dancing and felt the other people moving the floor?
Have you ever been in a bedroom of a fourth floor apartment....of an older building with many men, at least 15-20, going at it like pachyderms and a lion or two?
I slowly backed out of the room, after watching in fascination and frankly anticipation of wood cracking.
I went to the relative safety of the kitchen, had a drink and a plate of food.
I tell you this to set up the answer to the question.
The wooden floor, creaking....and I am not exaggerating.....bowing at the center of the room. I did a quick head count and some mass math. No one was doing this kind of evaluation I realized as the room trembled. Throbbed, really
Have you ever been on a wooden dance floor and stopped dancing and felt the other people moving the floor?
Have you ever been in a bedroom of a fourth floor apartment....of an older building with many men, at least 15-20, going at it like pachyderms and a lion or two?
I slowly backed out of the room, after watching in fascination and frankly anticipation of wood cracking.
I went to the relative safety of the kitchen, had a drink and a plate of food.
I tell you this to set up the answer to the question.
An hour later, standing on Broadway , alone, unspoiled by the touch of the husky or their admirers though i'd paid $25 bucks like everyone else, trying to hail a cab at 4am, I saw Cap and Bucky come out, Cap open his passenger car door for him then get in. A gentleman to his new love!
He then leaned over to help fasten, yank free more yardage for Bucky who had trouble moving in the Toyota Celica's front seat. They suddenly kissed passionately for minutes, then tenderly and when they separated there was adoration on Cap's face, he was smitten, besotted. And Bucky was smiling like a lottery winner.
I was standing maybe ten feet away at the corner watching this love blossom. If one of them ain't dead, they're still together. I'd bet my right toe on it.
I submit that many smart chiseled gay men go home to fluffy fluffers more often than other chiseled men. A smart Alpha wants someone who appreciates him, not a waist size.
I suggest chub events.
He then leaned over to help fasten, yank free more yardage for Bucky who had trouble moving in the Toyota Celica's front seat. They suddenly kissed passionately for minutes, then tenderly and when they separated there was adoration on Cap's face, he was smitten, besotted. And Bucky was smiling like a lottery winner.
I was standing maybe ten feet away at the corner watching this love blossom. If one of them ain't dead, they're still together. I'd bet my right toe on it.
I submit that many smart chiseled gay men go home to fluffy fluffers more often than other chiseled men. A smart Alpha wants someone who appreciates him, not a waist size.
I suggest chub events.
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