Lips of Charmin

This past Saturday we had two parties on the same day: Bears in the afternoon from 3-7pm and one for the entire LGBT community ("NO HETEROS ALLOWED!") from 11pm-4m.
FYI: We don't let hetero men into the LGBT party because they'll only hit on the girls (most of which are lesbians) and our little fantasy world needs to be an oasis from that kind of treatment. Besides, the bisexual men are bad enough. They can get dick anywhere, so when pussy is around, that's all they're focused on. And then when they can't get any, it's back to cock again.

Highlights: Since the Bear party is generally low maintenance, I was able to play at that soiree and fortunately had the pleasure to reacquaint myself with Gabriel, a previous play buddy from Israel. He's a short young cub with the face of an angel and the Lips of Charmin: remarkably soft and most commonly applied to the ass.
Whenever he's there, that's where my focus is.
Running out of paper towels at the sink? Who cares. Mouthwash cups nowhere to be seen? I'm busy. The video playing on the television monitors has ended and needs to be replayed or a new movie put in? I'm creating my own live porn, thank you very much.
Actually that's not true. Whenever I do play, I'm always having to excuse myself to attend to some urgent matter. Or investigate random odd noises. Did someone fall? Or was that the water closet door slamming?
But having the option to run off at a moment's notice is a blessing when I want to get away from someone I realize I don't want to play with anymore. Yeah, I'm bored. Go ahead and suck my dick, Mr. Creepy. Ouch! Teeth? (You're a faggot -- learn how to suck a cock!) Sorry dude, I work here and have to check on the amount levels in the soap dispensers. Or that's what I'm thinking. What usually comes out: "I have to take a break (from having sex with you -- if you even consider sucking my dick as having sex)."

And what about the LGBT party? It's really all about the ladies and keeping them happy. Be they biological or fantastical, the "ladies" are the life blood of that party. And speaking of life blood, I suppose the highlight was during cleanup when I was transferring one of those white plastic tall kitchen garbage receptacles into a large black contractor's bag and a used tampon fell on the floor. A used tampon -- that was a first! So I picked it up (with my bare fingers of course!) and gingerly placed it with the sometimes-slightly-browned used condoms in the garbage bag. Alas, every time I throw out a sometimes-slightly-gingered tampon, I think of the love that one sister is showing to another...

But back to Gabriel: a good friend (with a big dick) and I took turns fucking him in the dungeon sling next to the prison cell. And as usual I couldn't remember Gabriel's preferences. (It had been a while.) Nipples are sensitive and like to be played with? Check. Likes to be kissed? Check. Wants to be spit on? Check. Wants his face slapped? No! Proceed with caution and/or reckless abandon. And of course use a condom. A good time was had by all.
Our play came to an end (that means Gabriel had his orgasm) with my sitting on his face, similar to a toilet seat. Only when I sat on this toilet seat, I didn't have to raise my hips to use the Charmin.