Christmas Eve Debauchery
A friend of mine wants me to post how I celebrated Christmas Eve in Beijing---in a city with 15 million nenderthals and where Christmas is but a series of colorful lights and whatevs...
DECEMBER 24
4:00 P.M.
I finished my class and hurriedly went home, afraid to be caught in Beijing's terrible that will take forever.
5:00 P.M.
I arrived in my cramped dungeon. Changed clothes. Put on clothes for working out.
5:30 P.M.
Worked out. Glancing around for hot dudes. Saw one but with his skinny, not so ugly Chinese biatch slash fuck buddy.
7:30 P.M.
Finished work out regimen. Burned 480 calories. Took a quick shower. Next to me was a child with his wee dangling balls.
8:00 P.M.
Arrived home. Selected, checked and answered some emails. Mostly, Christmas wishes and kinky stuff.
8:30 P.M.
Took a taxi for Camp Club, a new bar at Gongti Xilu. Traffic was bad. I wondered if Chinese really celebrate Christmas.
9:10 P.M.
Finally arrived at the Camp Club.
9:30 P.M.
Everybody from our group arrived. Dinner started right away. Ten courses for RMB 140, what can you ask? We exchanged wishes, stories, toasts, wines, food, etc..... Picture here and there.
11:00 P.M.
Table was empty. Food nada. Acupuncture Records started playing cool, groovy electronic music. Little by little, everybody began to shake booties. A friend and I started to smash the dance floor with our spicy dance moves. The rest of the group and crowd followed after 20 minutes. We decorated ourselves with silver boas for the heck of it---it's Christmas!
11:30 P.M.
Went to the bar and bought a beer. Bit pricey. The guy standing next to me asked me how much is the beer I bought. Answered him. He called the waiter and asked the same beer as mine. We waited. He introduced himself to me as Nico, Norwegian, travelling and ALONE.
I didn't believe so I told him that if he would dance with me, I'd believe him. He gamely said, "sure. is that all you ask?" i was puzzled. the night was still young and i was not hammered yet. no hurry for flirting around.
we danced. boy, he's one crazy dancer but cute in a way.
the crowd was wild and the music became so intense and unstoppable. we forgot the countdown to midnight. who cares? santa's not coming, anyway.
DECEMBER 25
12:20 A.M.
Went to the toilet to release 4 glasses of red wine and three bottles of beer i imbibed. Felt relieved after that. I forgot Nico. I saw dancing with a Caucasian girl who I thought was his friend.
1:00 A.M.
Out of nowhere, Nico just appeared in front of me. I was already dizzy. Damn it. He asked what time I'd be going home. I said, I dunno. To my surprise, he offered me his hotel room. My dizziness stopped for a moment and my mangina was wetting instantly.
Me: Why would you do that?
Nico: I dunno. You seem drunk already.
Me: So, you're really alone, huh?
Nico: You still don't believe me, do you? I've danced with ya already.
Me: I dunno. Maybe, when I'll be in your bed, I'd wholly believe you are alone.
Nico: No big deal. So, what time are we going?
Me: Hey, you know the fact that I'm gay, right?
Nico: Dude, you don't need to tell me that. You're so fucking obvious!
Me: Cool. So, you are, too?
Nico: I'm bi.
Me: Bi? There's no such word.
Nico: Don't try to bullshit me. If you want to get laid, stop it.
Me: Well, I wanna get laid. So, I'll shut up.
We both laughed.
2:10 A.M.
We decided to get out of the venue. I bade my friends goodbye and did the customary cheek to cheek chuvaness.
2:30 A.M.
We arrived at Swiss Hotel. We held hands and kissed at the elevator. Fuck camera. When in his room, we kissed. We touched here and there. Took off our garments---and the mystery under our clothing unravelled. Kissed, passionately. Touched, eroctically. Sucked, voraciously. For 2o minutes or so. No one was cumming yet. We stopped. We were both fucking tired and wasted. We decided to continue our "session" in the morning. We ended up hugging and cuddling each other under the white, cotton quilt.
Hours later (8:00 A.M)
We continued our own little version of acrobatics. It was amazingly beautiful, rough and well-done.
10:00 A.M.
Housekeeping knocked on the door. We ignored it. We made love again. It lasted 35 minutes. He had set the clock.
11:00 A.M.
We both took a shower. Lasted 30 minutes. We bathed each other.
11:30 A.M. - We ate our brunch.
12:40 P.M. - We bade goodbye. We tightly hugged at the lobby and the hotel staff looked at us in confusion.
1:10 P.M.
Arrived home. Went back to sleep.
5:50 P.M.
Woke up. My back ached. Blame it to the unorthodox positions of "working out".
7:00 P.M.
Went out again to meet another group of friends. for dinner at 1001 Nights, a middle-eastern resto with belly dancers to entertain its customers.
10:00 P.M.
Back home. Did some cam whoring in MSN.
11:30 P.M.
Hibernation.
DECEMBER 24
4:00 P.M.
I finished my class and hurriedly went home, afraid to be caught in Beijing's terrible that will take forever.
5:00 P.M.
I arrived in my cramped dungeon. Changed clothes. Put on clothes for working out.
5:30 P.M.
Worked out. Glancing around for hot dudes. Saw one but with his skinny, not so ugly Chinese biatch slash fuck buddy.
7:30 P.M.
Finished work out regimen. Burned 480 calories. Took a quick shower. Next to me was a child with his wee dangling balls.
8:00 P.M.
Arrived home. Selected, checked and answered some emails. Mostly, Christmas wishes and kinky stuff.
8:30 P.M.
Took a taxi for Camp Club, a new bar at Gongti Xilu. Traffic was bad. I wondered if Chinese really celebrate Christmas.
9:10 P.M.
Finally arrived at the Camp Club.
9:30 P.M.
Everybody from our group arrived. Dinner started right away. Ten courses for RMB 140, what can you ask? We exchanged wishes, stories, toasts, wines, food, etc..... Picture here and there.
11:00 P.M.
Table was empty. Food nada. Acupuncture Records started playing cool, groovy electronic music. Little by little, everybody began to shake booties. A friend and I started to smash the dance floor with our spicy dance moves. The rest of the group and crowd followed after 20 minutes. We decorated ourselves with silver boas for the heck of it---it's Christmas!
11:30 P.M.
Went to the bar and bought a beer. Bit pricey. The guy standing next to me asked me how much is the beer I bought. Answered him. He called the waiter and asked the same beer as mine. We waited. He introduced himself to me as Nico, Norwegian, travelling and ALONE.
I didn't believe so I told him that if he would dance with me, I'd believe him. He gamely said, "sure. is that all you ask?" i was puzzled. the night was still young and i was not hammered yet. no hurry for flirting around.
we danced. boy, he's one crazy dancer but cute in a way.
the crowd was wild and the music became so intense and unstoppable. we forgot the countdown to midnight. who cares? santa's not coming, anyway.
DECEMBER 25
12:20 A.M.
Went to the toilet to release 4 glasses of red wine and three bottles of beer i imbibed. Felt relieved after that. I forgot Nico. I saw dancing with a Caucasian girl who I thought was his friend.
1:00 A.M.
Out of nowhere, Nico just appeared in front of me. I was already dizzy. Damn it. He asked what time I'd be going home. I said, I dunno. To my surprise, he offered me his hotel room. My dizziness stopped for a moment and my mangina was wetting instantly.
Me: Why would you do that?
Nico: I dunno. You seem drunk already.
Me: So, you're really alone, huh?
Nico: You still don't believe me, do you? I've danced with ya already.
Me: I dunno. Maybe, when I'll be in your bed, I'd wholly believe you are alone.
Nico: No big deal. So, what time are we going?
Me: Hey, you know the fact that I'm gay, right?
Nico: Dude, you don't need to tell me that. You're so fucking obvious!
Me: Cool. So, you are, too?
Nico: I'm bi.
Me: Bi? There's no such word.
Nico: Don't try to bullshit me. If you want to get laid, stop it.
Me: Well, I wanna get laid. So, I'll shut up.
We both laughed.
2:10 A.M.
We decided to get out of the venue. I bade my friends goodbye and did the customary cheek to cheek chuvaness.
2:30 A.M.
We arrived at Swiss Hotel. We held hands and kissed at the elevator. Fuck camera. When in his room, we kissed. We touched here and there. Took off our garments---and the mystery under our clothing unravelled. Kissed, passionately. Touched, eroctically. Sucked, voraciously. For 2o minutes or so. No one was cumming yet. We stopped. We were both fucking tired and wasted. We decided to continue our "session" in the morning. We ended up hugging and cuddling each other under the white, cotton quilt.
Hours later (8:00 A.M)
We continued our own little version of acrobatics. It was amazingly beautiful, rough and well-done.
10:00 A.M.
Housekeeping knocked on the door. We ignored it. We made love again. It lasted 35 minutes. He had set the clock.
11:00 A.M.
We both took a shower. Lasted 30 minutes. We bathed each other.
11:30 A.M. - We ate our brunch.
12:40 P.M. - We bade goodbye. We tightly hugged at the lobby and the hotel staff looked at us in confusion.
1:10 P.M.
Arrived home. Went back to sleep.
5:50 P.M.
Woke up. My back ached. Blame it to the unorthodox positions of "working out".
7:00 P.M.
Went out again to meet another group of friends. for dinner at 1001 Nights, a middle-eastern resto with belly dancers to entertain its customers.
10:00 P.M.
Back home. Did some cam whoring in MSN.
11:30 P.M.
Hibernation.