San Francisco Sex Party.

Celebrating Cinco de drinko as a single faggot is something short of a blessing.

A blessing because being single means I don’t have an authority figure of a boyfriend/husband to dictate what I see as morally fun, right…?

This left me with the curious position of wanting to get my cherry popped with what the city has to offer.

I started my night at a bar alone, window shopping and eye fucking the local cuties.

I saw a couple of beauts who caught my eye, but none particularly worth my investment of time.

I could have went down the rabbit hole and bar hopped to oblivion to catch the attention of a local cutie but for some reason sipping on a cocktail and looking pretty was more of the vibe.

I do wish Mr.Bartender could have accompanied me the rest of the night but called for closing time with his local friends.

On the flip side, a local white boy took the rest of my night to a higher level of thinking.

After a couple of hard fucking mixed drinks and beautiful flirtatious conversations, Homeboy (the white guy) offered to extend a generous invite to a local sex party.

How FUCKING EXCITING!

I offered to be his arm candy to this event but for some reason he declined for reasons not known to me.

He was a beaut for sure but his dismissive behavior told me that maybe he just wasn't that into models…

As we arrived to this beautiful apartment complex, I was on the search for the hosts. As a gentleman at heart, I figured finding the hosts of this event and figuring who not to make jealous would be the first objective.

Turns out most of the beautiful men were wearing skimpy underwear and to my luck, I was wearing a pair myself!

I was beyond excited the host allowed me to dress down so I didn’t stick out like a conservative know it all.

As I stripped down and got close to the host, I asked him about his event and we ended up having beautiful exchanges in conversations.

Others jumped into our convo and as I kept a pace of trying to incorporate convos and refill the brita to sober up… the host asserted to his boyfriend,

“Everything okay, babe!”

My gaze was then directed towards his lover and to my surprise he was fucking some chap alongside others.

I laughed inside my soul as it was so casual and nonchalant.

Cherry popped.

I never met a soul of a human who was so comfortable letting his beautiful white boy fuck in front of him with others so casually embracing his freedom.

A sense of jealousy arouse in me consequently for some reason…

If this white boy could fuck people like that, why didn’t he choose me…?

A natural human reaction I believe as my ego drove that thought.

On the real, I was not up for any shenanigans that night as I told the gracious host I am recovering from heartbreak and this was my first attempt in jumpstarting my sex life again by throwing myself back in the game.

I was happily stroked on the back and comforted consensually.

The night was coming to a close.

I dismissed myself and accepted an exchange in contact information.

A small insight of the community is a steppingstone for my healing and even though this left me with a lingering want to seeing these beautiful men again…I do wish them the best…

Here’s to my sexual future and freedom…