A college friend invited me to a party for swingers. I didn’t have a partner but I was told that didn’t matter. I get to the party and it’s five guys including me. Swingers is the word they use a swinging dicks, and it’s all about man sex. No holes bared and when grabbed you give into it.
It was my first time at an all male gay sex party and I left with the reminder in my colon. For the first few weeks I was angry or embarrassed, I don’t know which. But I got the urge after a while and I got into it with Alam who works at the library. He is and has been a gay man and he was more than happy to spend the night with me. One on one things were different, it wasn’t out in the open.
Since I approached Alam he feels he is the ‘boyfriend’. Alam is gay in the femine gay mold. He is originally from Turkey, but raised in the LA area. He can put on a show if he wants to. I am still working out in my mind what role I should play. At the party I was more of the one getting screwed that the one screwing. In fact I didn’t screw until I got together with Alam. I have a feeling that I prefer the party scene where I’m the new flavor of the month for the regulars.
I won’t say that I had not entertained that I was gay, but I didn’t have the guts to try it. Until I was invited to the party and all those swinging dicks got the better of me. I like Alam as a friend but I’m more interested right now in not being the one taking him for a walk in the park with his collar and chain. I would like to meet up with a guy who wants to break me in properly.
