au revoir studio

my pride monday continues...(all this in one day, and a monday at that, i think it's the best monday on record. i did attend the wake of a co-worker's father and although that didn't diminish the day for me it makes me pause now and remind myself of the disappointing fact that all things are fleeting like sex clubs and fathers and me.)

i got home and rested a bit after my morning fun and then went about the day, went into the city and spoke with my therapist and found myself in manhattan earlier than i wanted but didn't dare go home and take a nap so i walked around a bit. i was looking for the pride center downtown to check on groups for newly poz and for those trying to stop using crystal (no 12 step though, at this point that sounds too serious for me to contemplate), but was too shy/timid to ask anyone so i wandered around a bit. wasn't sure if i should eat anything because it might make me more tired and i wanted to be on the top of my game for my visit to the studio. i ended up stopping at baskin-robbins and having a child's cup of the cotton candy ice cream (it struck me as appropriate with its pink and purple) with chocolate syrup on top. i can't say it was an especially tasty combination, but it wasn't bad either, the ice cream really overpowered the syrup though. I picked up some water and rung the bell for the last time at 27 w 28th st.

they buzzed me in and i saw black plastic obscuring the stairs so guys could get downstairs and have fun without exposing themselves to passers-by. i had forgotten they have a party on monday nights which i'd attended once before and loved so i was even more sure i'd have a good night. i stripped down to my boots, put my poppers in my sock and went in to take a look around.

the place was packed. i looked around and upstairs was the same as it had been the last time i went. as i was making my way to check out the never seen by me before downstairs a guy came up and used the best line in the book 'don't i know you from somewhere?' it worked, i stopped and we made out a bit. i told him i wanted to check out downstairs before playing, but he was fairly insistent and once i had my cock up his ass i was happy to be there. he was the first of 8 different guys that night, only one asked for a condom. i didn't cum at all that night but i didn't care; it was fabulous. downstairs was wonderful, a huge space, lots of play areas and not as many people as upstairs.

when i got downstairs and met the host of the party, a hot guy who i am indebted to for hosting such great parties and i was happy to hear they will continue once the studio reopens. i walked around a bit more and someone approached me and asked 'cosmaz?' (my sex screen name). it was a poz guy who i had spoken with for over a year but had never met. he was the guy who recommended not using drugs to take loads, especially poz ones, but to do it sober and because it's what i really wanted. he wasn’t against drugs but just felt that you shouldn't use them to give reason or excuse to fulfilling your true desires. it was nice to finally meet him, we made out a bit and then went to find some lube so i could fuck him, i am waiting until i'm healed up properly so he can fuck and hopefully fist me. as we made our way back i heard a tinkling sound that sounded like piss. the host was sitting where i had met him and two guys were in front of him pissing on him. it was the hottest thing i had ever seen at the studio and i stopped in my tracks. i am never very good/comfortable with inserting myself into a scene that has already started and that i am not sure i am welcome in. i watched as one guy aimed his piss over the hair, chest, belly and cock of our host. it wasn't until another guy reached his hand in to catch a bit of the stream that i did the same and licked it off my hand. once the pisser was finished i went down and started licking and sucking the piss off our host's crotch, belly and chest, blowing him while i was at it. he told me what a pig i was and then got up and stood on the table in the middle of the room. i stood in front of him and licked his balls (still tasting the piss he had all over him), sucked his dick and waited for what i hoped would be coming. he stopped and stood still a moment, i knew he was getting ready to piss and i was there, waiting with my mouth open as his stream began to splash on my face and mouth, i was so fucking happy. he called another guy to come over and i then realized that i had lost my friend and went looking. he had been watching and we made out and fucked before i went off exploring again.

i don't want to go through every moment, but it was wonderfully fun. i was grinning a mile the whole night. i will highlight my favorite parts, which i am sure will still end up as a ridiculously long post, but what can i do, this was a special night.

there was a big tall hot leather guy with a vest that smelled like leather should and i was so into him. i thought he would want to top because he looked the part and i would have loved to give it a go, but he turned around and i knew he wasn't, at least not strictly. what an ass! i loved that hole, it was so tight and warm and slick. i could not stop telling him how hot his hole was. he said he only had two loads so far but was hoping for more. his was the best hole of the night and i can't stop raving about it.

there was one guy i fucked three different times. he was really fucked up, but so nice and sweet, both him and his hole that is. he was in the sling and looked so hot lying there. his hole was juicy and tasty and he was fucked by a hot hispanic guy that i wanted to get fucked by, because he’d fucked me before and it was great, but was still playing it conservatively and not getting fucked. i was more than willing to clean his dick off after he pulled it out and went on to eat and fuck that sweet ass that had just received a load from that hot cock. i loved fucking him slow and easy and then really slamming it in, then leaning over and kissing him tenderly as i moved slowly in and out of his ass.

i went back upstairs and as i passed by the little bathroom in the hall to the 'outside' area a guy was in there with the door wide open ready to piss. i looked in and someone said 'go for it' i don't even know if they were talking to me but i went for it. i let him compose himself and then clamped my mouth around him to take a nice load of piss, i got most of it and i felt so cool/slutty doing this in the hall as people walked by and watched. i went on to fuck him, he was the one who asked for a condom, and i would have done anything for him after drinking his piss so i didn't care.

the no smoking policy seemed to have gone out the window and the outside area was filled with the scent of pot. someone gave me a hit as i was being sucked and rimmed and it added to the perfection of the night.

there were other guys and lots more fun, but those are the highlights. i will definitely get back to the monday night party again once the studio reopens. i walked out half and hour before it closed for good, took a picture because it lasts longer, and i want to remember it, and went to get something to eat happy in the knowledge that i was able to get to the studio before it closed and make the most out of the place and the wonderful people there.