I’m finally in Los Angeles. I actually got in yesterday night. Actually, I’m not having that great of a time right now. It’s not that I don’t like Los Angeles; it’s just that I’m recovering from a cold that I caught while I was staying in my family’s New York apartment – I officially hate our neighbors now. The cold sort of stunted my trip. I never expected to be so disappointed by a visit to my favorite city, but rubbing my nose raw with a tissue just sucked. It did start off very promising, though. The first three days of my trip to New York was awesome.
For the first time in a very long time, I was able to cross off another thing on my “to do” list. I had my first orgy. Now, I’ve had threesomes, and fourgies, but none of those can really be called a full blown orgy. I don’t know how most people define the word “orgy,” but for me, an orgy always has more than nine people. A fourgy may sound like an orgy, but it isn’t. It’s just a threesome plus one. Now, the first orgy that I’ve ever had that I’m referring to was at the GBU party. It was difficult to get to, mainly because I’m currently a resident of a European country. But, overall, I’m glad I flew for half a day straight just to get to New York City.
Beyond that, the R train that I was supposed to take to get to the GBU party in Brooklyn wasn’t working properly. I took a different train instead that made the same subway stops. I arrived right around midnight, and the party had already been in full blast for hours. I was escorted downstairs and immediately directed into the back with a new GBU jersey, given to me by the incomparable and sexy stud Chris Hawke himself. Walking to the back, I saw at least sixty guys, all young, horny, fit, and glistening with mixtures of sex-sweat and piss. It’s strange that while walking through the corridors behind the DJ booth and bar, it didn’t smell of raunch or degradation like a sex pit normally would. It smelled of… well the best word I could think of is “youth”; the place had this distinct scent, as if everyone and everything around was emitting only high levels of pheromones and nothing else.
I’ve been in sex pits before. An old friend of mine actually used to work in a bathhouse in New Orleans. A group of us used to get a room and smoke weed and munch on chips all night long and joke constantly about how gross the bath house was, and each time, we would try and convince at least one of us to go out the cabin door and do something naughty – no one ever did. Even then, constant odors of stale lube and random unflattering sex odors would waft into our room even though our door was kept permanently closed until our friend would get off work. Strangely, I remember those odors to have a distinct similarity to college frat parties I went to before I graduated from college. The GBU frat house was completely different. It was odor free except for that one heavenly scent and the desire to mingle wasn’t bogged down by any dank atmosphere – it was dark down there, but surprisingly not dank.
After navigating through the corridor of moaning walls and glory holes, the back was where the larger part of the party was taking place. After a few minutes of watching, a tub that had three boys in it being drenched in piss was being cleared and Chris and I entered into the tub. A friend of Chris was the first to actually christen both our fresh new GBU jerseys. It started with that one guy aiming his dick from one to the other, then a second would follow, and a third, until at one point, there were five new guys spreading their lust-filled spatterings all over us.
At some point, while taking a breather after fooling around in the middle of twenty guys in the play area (I believe there were about 75 people there that night overall), I met a cute couple by the bar while munching on the complimentary bowls of popcorn (like people always say, the best things in life are free... especially food when you have an oral fixation like me); two dancers in their twenties who had only been dating for a few months when they found out that they both shared the same fetish. As a couple, it was their first trip to the GBU party together. They had each been to GBU parties in the past, but they didn’t always go to every one. So when they did attend a function, it was always the one that the other missed. So, for months, they had been missing out on each other until they finally met at a bar in Midtown East. They started dating in an open relationship, but they both struggled for a way to ask the other to explore this particular fetish that they didn’t realize they both shared. They were mutually amazed when they found out each was trying to ask the other to go to a GBU party. I really thought this kind of stuff was made for all those chick flick enthusiasts, but honestly, I was dumbfounded that shit like that happened. I believe the word for this is serendipity.
Now, don’t you wish you could go to the next GBU party? It's on the 9th of February…
If you want to get added to the guest list for the next party (Chris hosts them every few months), then e-mail Chris Hawke at ChrisHawkeGBU@aol.com for more info. Here's a piss vid for all of you who missed out but wished you could have made it to this last one. The video is from Golden Boys USA , who hosted the GBU College Watersports Party in New York City:
By the way, this video also happens to be one of the most watched videos on X Tube. And I stayed in that apartment for the night after the party. Gotta love NYC.
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