Pool Party Frolic
I had been invited as a guest to a private party a few months back, where I experienced my first cupping and fire play. I had a marvelous time (thank you T & B!). It took me a while to build up the nerve to actually ask to be included on the list, but I finally did so, and with S'es recommendation I was accepted. It meant a great deal to me that she would lend her name to me like that, so I will do my absolute best to live up to that honor. To my surprise -- my memory does fail me sometimes -- the next party date was just a few days away. My calendar was suitably open, so I RSVP'ed.
Meantime, Southern Cross just started having it's Friday munch at a new location. The first day at the new location brought out a huge showing -- over 20 by some estimates, which is pretty big for this munch since I've been going. It was a marvelous time, especially getting to see S giddy and happy. Of course, we got mischievous and there was good banter, including some evil subbies throwing each other under the the dom bus. S tried to throw me under one bus but it didn't seem to pick up steam -- and at that moment i had been glad for it.
Not long after arriving at the party and getting myself minimally acclimated, I ran into B. She'd been at the Friday munch and we got to talking, and she suggested I really needed to talk to J. This had been one of the buses S tried to toss me under, but the vibe was different than during the munch. After talking with J for a while, I understood he is very experienced and I did my best to share what I'd done thus far. Being gay, I usually bring that up and talk about how I had dominants of different genders and orientations, and that sex and play aren't inextricably linked for me.
J and I agreed that it would be fun to play together but we had to wait a bit, so I finally decided to get the clothes off and hop into the water. I don't know why I'd waited, since I'm usually not in my clothes for a whole 30 seconds when getting home any given day. I guess it was just getting comfortable in the whole scene and realizing that folks there were really cool.
The pool was marvelous. With the addition of a little sulfur smell it could easily have been confused for a hot spring. Before too long, folks wanted to get on the large floaty raft but there was a malfunction. The palm tree on it wouldn't stay inflated. Thinking it just hadn't been blown up, I offered to finish that off. Insert much laughter here as I find the knobby bit to blow and S yells out "Remember... blow don't suck!" I manage to reinflate the palm to full mast. It later becomes evident there is a leak, so the palm requires regular reinflation... and this is a problem? :) I wind up servicing the palm several times. *sigh*
The thing that struck me most was that it was so relaxing and pleasant to be around so many other kinky people... even when there was no play going on. With the nudity, and some lovely male specimens, I did have to be careful not to let too much of my gay slut come out though. *sigh* (I think I'm gonna have to hook up with one of the gay bear pool parties this summer.) I actually had one near miss, D, who had been chatting with me at the munchies table for a bit. I thought he might have expressed some interest, so I introduced myself after we'd been in the pool a while... but he moved away. Hmm... OK, that's life. I went back to relaxing in the warm water. :-)
The sun was setting and I began to wonder if I would actually wind up playing this evening. But then J emerged and smiled down at me. That was all the signal I needed, and I got out of the pool and began drying off. I caught up with him in one of the play spaces, as he was rigging up some rope to attach the restraints to. We negotiated for a bit, including a review of all the toys he'd brought with him that evening. It struck me as I looked at the set that there were some things in there that would have scared the hell out of me when I started, but I rather enjoy now. There's still so much more to experience, but there is some foundation now too. The only thing I had any pause about was a very thick (looked about an inch round) cane. I explained that I had been caned before but never with one that large. I offered that I would certainly enjoy trying it, after I'd been warmed up at least a bit. One last note was my knee, which I'd twisted earlier in the week, and that it was an area that I would prefer no play around until it had healed.
And with that we were off to the races. It's interesting as I play with new people, because everyone has their own style and energy. It took me a little while to start to feel him, especially since I was blindfolded and had ear muffs on, but once I picked up his energy, relaxed, and opened myself to him it was wonderful. :) Afterward, my only question to him had been if he used the cane. He had, but I was so far into headspace by then that I wasn't paying any attention to whether this toy or that was being used. He asked me if I was interested to know which toy had caused certain sensations, and I found myself saying "no." It was enough for me to know that what we had enjoyed a marvelous dance, and which toys did this or that didn't quite matter so much. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not, but it's where I found myself in that moment. Whatever the case, though, I do sincerely hope that J and I get to play again.
Several of us gathered in the social area to banter for a while. C and others have written about that part. But the one thing that stands out for me apart from all of that was that at one point, I got to sit next to J again and he instinctively raised his arm up... a cue which I understood and I rested my head on his chest. Squee! I had missed this kind of touch during aftercare, since J had me lay down on one of the couches. I was a little confused at the time because I learned that touch during play is an important element for him. But resting there while he stroked me was very nice.
Meantime, Southern Cross just started having it's Friday munch at a new location. The first day at the new location brought out a huge showing -- over 20 by some estimates, which is pretty big for this munch since I've been going. It was a marvelous time, especially getting to see S giddy and happy. Of course, we got mischievous and there was good banter, including some evil subbies throwing each other under the the dom bus. S tried to throw me under one bus but it didn't seem to pick up steam -- and at that moment i had been glad for it.
Not long after arriving at the party and getting myself minimally acclimated, I ran into B. She'd been at the Friday munch and we got to talking, and she suggested I really needed to talk to J. This had been one of the buses S tried to toss me under, but the vibe was different than during the munch. After talking with J for a while, I understood he is very experienced and I did my best to share what I'd done thus far. Being gay, I usually bring that up and talk about how I had dominants of different genders and orientations, and that sex and play aren't inextricably linked for me.
J and I agreed that it would be fun to play together but we had to wait a bit, so I finally decided to get the clothes off and hop into the water. I don't know why I'd waited, since I'm usually not in my clothes for a whole 30 seconds when getting home any given day. I guess it was just getting comfortable in the whole scene and realizing that folks there were really cool.
The pool was marvelous. With the addition of a little sulfur smell it could easily have been confused for a hot spring. Before too long, folks wanted to get on the large floaty raft but there was a malfunction. The palm tree on it wouldn't stay inflated. Thinking it just hadn't been blown up, I offered to finish that off. Insert much laughter here as I find the knobby bit to blow and S yells out "Remember... blow don't suck!" I manage to reinflate the palm to full mast. It later becomes evident there is a leak, so the palm requires regular reinflation... and this is a problem? :) I wind up servicing the palm several times. *sigh*
The thing that struck me most was that it was so relaxing and pleasant to be around so many other kinky people... even when there was no play going on. With the nudity, and some lovely male specimens, I did have to be careful not to let too much of my gay slut come out though. *sigh* (I think I'm gonna have to hook up with one of the gay bear pool parties this summer.) I actually had one near miss, D, who had been chatting with me at the munchies table for a bit. I thought he might have expressed some interest, so I introduced myself after we'd been in the pool a while... but he moved away. Hmm... OK, that's life. I went back to relaxing in the warm water. :-)
The sun was setting and I began to wonder if I would actually wind up playing this evening. But then J emerged and smiled down at me. That was all the signal I needed, and I got out of the pool and began drying off. I caught up with him in one of the play spaces, as he was rigging up some rope to attach the restraints to. We negotiated for a bit, including a review of all the toys he'd brought with him that evening. It struck me as I looked at the set that there were some things in there that would have scared the hell out of me when I started, but I rather enjoy now. There's still so much more to experience, but there is some foundation now too. The only thing I had any pause about was a very thick (looked about an inch round) cane. I explained that I had been caned before but never with one that large. I offered that I would certainly enjoy trying it, after I'd been warmed up at least a bit. One last note was my knee, which I'd twisted earlier in the week, and that it was an area that I would prefer no play around until it had healed.
And with that we were off to the races. It's interesting as I play with new people, because everyone has their own style and energy. It took me a little while to start to feel him, especially since I was blindfolded and had ear muffs on, but once I picked up his energy, relaxed, and opened myself to him it was wonderful. :) Afterward, my only question to him had been if he used the cane. He had, but I was so far into headspace by then that I wasn't paying any attention to whether this toy or that was being used. He asked me if I was interested to know which toy had caused certain sensations, and I found myself saying "no." It was enough for me to know that what we had enjoyed a marvelous dance, and which toys did this or that didn't quite matter so much. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not, but it's where I found myself in that moment. Whatever the case, though, I do sincerely hope that J and I get to play again.
Several of us gathered in the social area to banter for a while. C and others have written about that part. But the one thing that stands out for me apart from all of that was that at one point, I got to sit next to J again and he instinctively raised his arm up... a cue which I understood and I rested my head on his chest. Squee! I had missed this kind of touch during aftercare, since J had me lay down on one of the couches. I was a little confused at the time because I learned that touch during play is an important element for him. But resting there while he stroked me was very nice.