I gave the TRADE party a second go last night and had a pretty good night, much better than the first time.
I didn’t think I was in the mood for exhibitionism, and wanted to save my leather gear for next week’s BlacKKnight party anyway, so didn’t put much thought into my wardrobe. Just jeans and a tank, but of course I couldn’t go again without locking a collar on.
Once there, the crowd looked like any other night at any other bar. I’ve heard grumbling that Woody’s is becoming a straight bar and Black Eagle is becoming the default men’s bar now, losing it’s real leather/kink bar status, and that seemed evident tonight. Or maybe a broader appeal is just the consequence of running a popular event? So I was happy that I hadn’t committed to wearing anything risque.
I quickly discovered that there were different atmospheres to be found. The front area was very run-of-the-mill gays in mostly casual dress. Upstairs was darker and quieter with a stand-around-and-drink vibe. Even the backroom was completely dead; full of people, but nothing happening worth of the name. The real fun, I found, was in the back part of the main floor. This is where the music was and where the younger crowd was having fun. Walking back there I immediately felt that this is where I would have to start taking some clothes off.
I gave into that overwhelming desire to strip, and soon I was in nothing but tight red trunks and that collar. Even knowing that there would people I knew around who would see, I had to give in. Five weeks of sexual energy will make a guy do things like that. I wasn’t the only one either; there wasn’t a lot of action, but there were definitely blow jobs happening here and there and I did get to watch one hot guy in a harness getting fucked.
When they announced last call I was about ready to leave, but the friends I had come with found me and convinced me to go back for just a few more minutes. I had been on edge most of the evening, and when I noticed we had ended up beside the party’s host Deviant Otter naked and getting blown by some guy, my inhibitions were low enough that I pulled my trunks down and started jacking off watching it right there in the middle of the dance floor.
The guy blowing Otter moved to start rimming him, at which point Otter took note of me and reached off to start jerking me off. I knew it would be way too easy for me to blow my load all over him, and even though it would be a memorable way to spend my February cumshot, I thought I didn’t want to waste the opportunity and got down on my knees instead. I think my friends were still nearby, and who knew who else might have been in the crowd to see at that point, but fuck it, it’s TRADE, and I wanted to suck that guy off in front of everybody.
I didn’t stay at it long, but long enough to be happy that I had done it. So, like I said, it was a pretty good night.Leave a Comment