i went to a mardi gras party on friday night. it was hosted by b, the former priest, who is actually a friend of a friend. i felt a cold coming on, and it was pouring down rain, so i opted not to drink taht night, even though it is mardi gras blasphemy to not drink. the party itself was okay, on the verge of being horrible. afterall i can only listen to so much dixieland music before it grates on the big gay nerve. k, the teacher was there with his boyfriend j, the choir director, and some of the j's crowd. in fact, most of the party was made up of the choir that j directs. it's a catholic church choir, since you asked, which explains the disproportionate ratio of gay men making up the choir, but i digress.
a few hours into the party and clothes started coming off. there was nakedness and some oral action going on with a big crowd standing around watching, like leacherous dirty men preying on young, svelt, gay men [much like myself!]. it wouldn't have been so bad except that j was getting naked and then stroking himself in front a small crowd. after a while, like the dixieland music, it got to be too much for me to handle, freaky even, so i left without saying a word. i'm stiln not sure if it would have been any better had i been drinking with the rest of them...
in the background::déshabillez-moi:mylène farmer
2 comments:
I'm surpirsed you didn't join in!
;)
It seems a shame that B and J didn't get together. It's like peanut butter/chocolate, but with blowjobs.
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