Rauma
03-20-2004, 04:51 AM
Hi guys. It’s late Saturday morning here in London and I have got one mother of a hangover! We (four of us) went out on the town last night, got a bit drunk, and ended up at a private party somewhere in Kensington. It was a riot, and my “Black Beuties” got me into a another “sticky” situation, so I’m going to write this down while it’s still fresh.
For those who haven’t read about my “Black Beauties” in the Speedo section, they are a pair of swimming briefs bought on holiday last year. They are very thin and stretchy with no front lining. They have an elasticised waist (the lack of a draw cord can be a disadvantage!) but they are very comfortable and leave little to the imagination. I wore them because I had written about them yesterday and I couldn’t decide on jocks or briefs to go out in; so they seemed the obvious choice.
The party, as I said, was wild. It was a big posh place with about 50 people present, and all sorts of things going on. We were already pretty drunk when we got there and it didn’t take us long to get in the swing of the dancing and free drinks!
We danced to 80’s music (which I love) and like everyone else I soon had my top off. Then I was “persuaded” to drop the jeans, so I ended up dancing in just the “Beauties”. I lost count of the times I was groped. My bum was pinched; guys fondled my bulge (why do some guys have to squeeze the plums so hard – it hurts!) and, because of the elasticised waist, they were pulled down a few times.
I must confess, I enjoyed the attention and, after one particularly cute looking guy in white briefs put his hand down my front, I got a real ball busting boner. Which, of course, the “Beauties”, in their flimsiness, did nothing to disguise. Dancing with my lance leading the way I heard a shout start up “Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!” Then I was grabbed by each arm and dragged to a table that had been cleared and I was spreadeagled and held down on it, on my back.
So there I was, flat on my back in just my skimpies with everyone crowding round having a good look. The host then told me that my juice was going to be sacrificed to the god of wine, Bacchus.! Bloody hell! There were loads of willing hands when the order “Strip him” came and I ended up stark naked with my hard willy pointing straight up.
Someone started pumping me and then there were hands all over me playing with my nipples and plums and so on. As I writhed on the table I even felt fingers go up where they ought not to! Then I got my revenge, without warning I sprayed the lot of them to screams and howls of laughter. Then I just lay there, spent, my willy all wet and limp; I was exhausted.
I got a huge round of applause and the host sat me up, kissed me and thanked me for being such a sport. I was then led upstairs by two gorgeous looking guys and was very erotically showered by one of them (he made sure that my important bits were absolutely spotless!), while the other hand washed and dried my “Beauties” and collected the rest of my kit together.
We left the party at about 4 am this morning, the taxi was paid for us, so I’ve had about 4 hours’ kip, but what the heck and I’ve got an open invitation to go back anytime (tin underpants next time). God, how the other half live. :D
For those who haven’t read about my “Black Beauties” in the Speedo section, they are a pair of swimming briefs bought on holiday last year. They are very thin and stretchy with no front lining. They have an elasticised waist (the lack of a draw cord can be a disadvantage!) but they are very comfortable and leave little to the imagination. I wore them because I had written about them yesterday and I couldn’t decide on jocks or briefs to go out in; so they seemed the obvious choice.
The party, as I said, was wild. It was a big posh place with about 50 people present, and all sorts of things going on. We were already pretty drunk when we got there and it didn’t take us long to get in the swing of the dancing and free drinks!
We danced to 80’s music (which I love) and like everyone else I soon had my top off. Then I was “persuaded” to drop the jeans, so I ended up dancing in just the “Beauties”. I lost count of the times I was groped. My bum was pinched; guys fondled my bulge (why do some guys have to squeeze the plums so hard – it hurts!) and, because of the elasticised waist, they were pulled down a few times.
I must confess, I enjoyed the attention and, after one particularly cute looking guy in white briefs put his hand down my front, I got a real ball busting boner. Which, of course, the “Beauties”, in their flimsiness, did nothing to disguise. Dancing with my lance leading the way I heard a shout start up “Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!” Then I was grabbed by each arm and dragged to a table that had been cleared and I was spreadeagled and held down on it, on my back.
So there I was, flat on my back in just my skimpies with everyone crowding round having a good look. The host then told me that my juice was going to be sacrificed to the god of wine, Bacchus.! Bloody hell! There were loads of willing hands when the order “Strip him” came and I ended up stark naked with my hard willy pointing straight up.
Someone started pumping me and then there were hands all over me playing with my nipples and plums and so on. As I writhed on the table I even felt fingers go up where they ought not to! Then I got my revenge, without warning I sprayed the lot of them to screams and howls of laughter. Then I just lay there, spent, my willy all wet and limp; I was exhausted.
I got a huge round of applause and the host sat me up, kissed me and thanked me for being such a sport. I was then led upstairs by two gorgeous looking guys and was very erotically showered by one of them (he made sure that my important bits were absolutely spotless!), while the other hand washed and dried my “Beauties” and collected the rest of my kit together.
We left the party at about 4 am this morning, the taxi was paid for us, so I’ve had about 4 hours’ kip, but what the heck and I’ve got an open invitation to go back anytime (tin underpants next time). God, how the other half live. :D