They're instigators.
They can get a party started (and usually do) because they're into the sex and not always looking to hook up with the hottest guy. Very egalitarian! (And it helps that they're young and attractive.)
They also have the ability (and motivation!) to suck multiple dicks at once, sometimes even whilst getting fucked (or in Herb's case, fisted!) And LatinMuscles is also a fisting top, which makes a perfect fit (literally!) to Herb's fisting bottom. I knew if I introduced them, the combination would be combustible. And it was!
They had been introduced once before in my apartment via Skype while Herb was in Europe (and LatinMuscles was here), so they knew of each other. And both knew that I was trying to play matchmaker -- not necessarily as boyfriends, but as play partners.And so they hooked up at my party!
Both are very affectionate and touchy-feely, so it felt very nice to see them together.
Let's get specific.
Two things:
1) When I discovered him in the back room, Herb was laying down on a red vinyl padded suspension table/bench (about 2 1/2 feet x 7 feet). It's suspended by heavy chains attached to the ceiling beams -- a pretty high profile spot to select since it gets access from all sides (Herb would like that!) and is not against a wall, although it's a few feet in front of a jail cell.
Herb had his legs propped up against the chains at one end of the apparatus (or maybe not -- he's good at keeping them mid-air on his own.)
He was in the position to take LatinMuscles' fist.
But it wasn't just LatinMuscles standing at the entrance to Herb's ass, there was another hot Latin man also there to lend a hand.
And not just any hot Latin Man. This guy has a thuggish tattooed down-low straightness about him that is undeniable. Kind of lazy/stoner looking, but utterly sexy and incredibly sweet if you ever talk to him (as I have). And of course a dick of death. He's probably the most sought-after guy there whenever he shows up, which is maybe 5 times in the last three years.
It was clear that LatinMuscles and Sweet&DownLow had already made a connection to each other (no surprise there) and were about to bring their mutual affection to Herb's ass.
What they were doing (which I have never seen and looked incredibly romantic and simultaneously obscene): they were placing their palms together: Sweet&DownLow's left palm to LatinMuscle's right palm and were double fisting Herb!
It didn't seem like they were going in all the way, but they were going in far enough and the image was splendid (or should I say Splenda!) Like a marriage ceremony where each of the couple holds a candle with one hand, illuminating a third candle, which in this case was Herb's hole. Two become one. Or rather, three become two.
Or maybe it was more like a Saturday morning cartoon: Wonder Twin Powers - activate! Form of... a traffic cone.
With Herb as the unwitting victim.
That's not true; Herb was certainly no victim -- he knew what he was getting into.Or rather, what was getting into him.
But actually NO!
When I mentioned the double-dipping later, he said he had no idea what they were doing, let alone palm-to-palm! All he knew was that his ass was getting worked over.
Okay, so palm-to-palm; how romantic and loving!
What's the other loving thing I saw happen between LatinMuscles and Herb that night?
2) Sleeping in my bed, spooning each other!
(The above image is only to illustrate the story and is neither Herb nor LatinMuscles!)After all the intense sex Herb and LatinMuscles had (and there seemed to be a lot of it!) -- it had to come to an end.
Even while the party was still going on downstairs (plus the requisite clean up) Herb and LatinMuscles were crashed out in unconscious bliss.
It was really quite sweet; they earned the privilege of sleeping in my bed and get some rest -- after getting things started at my party!
(I slept on the couch.)
But when they woke up Sunday afternoon (not morning), they were back at, only one-on-one this time. (I peeked in when I began to hear the noises.) LatinMuscles was giving to Herb as only he can. Some things never change!
Sometimes He's just Gotta Have It!
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I got a call from the host of the trannie (or is it spelled tranny?) party that her young, beautiful (and highly efficient) drag friend who does coat check was not available to work that weekend. And, did I know of anybody who could do it?And, I only had a day to find someone, preferably someone who does drag -- or was willing to try doing drag!
All the people who might be able to do it who are known for doing drag were either busy, out of town or never got back to me.
And then there's CoatCheckKelly, the always-dependable person who works at three other events.
Yes, he was available!
But would he do it i drag?
In a word, "YES!"
The thing is, by the time he did show up at the party, we had limited time to do his makeup and transform him into the feminine beauty that lies just beneath the surface (ok, maybe the feminine part is WAY below the surface). CoatCheckKelly has big bushy eyebrows to rival those of local tv personality George Whipple!
The best way to conceal those (without shaving them off) is to cover them with wax or a glue stick -- and then apply a base coverage and powder. I had the base and the powder, but I couldn't find the glue stick -- I knew it was somewhere, but I couldn't find it in the short time we had to put a look together.CoatCheckKelly also had no women's shoes. (I needed mine!) So he had to wear sneakers.
And the wig he chose was dark and straight, giving him the appearance of a male hippy.
The dress?
It exposed most of his (generous and dark) chest hair.
But he put his best (sneakered) foot forward and made his way downstairs to the party.
Stationed at entrance to the clothes check room, I suggested we put in a darker light bulb so as not to illuminate him/her too much . The dimmer the better.
I don't mean to be disrespectful, but my makeover sucked; I didn't have the proper tools and CoatCheckKelly just looked too much like a dude with stereotypically heterosexual mannerisms.
As the night wore on and the makeup wore OFF (with the help of a sandwich his lipstick was gone) CoatCheckKelly had transformed into something more akin to a frat boy doing half-assed drag at a Halloween party.
Dare I say, with all the "girls" making an honest effort to look feminine, it almost seemed as though the person at coatcheck was mocking the "girls" at the party.
I know that wasn't his intent (nor mine as the one who helped put the look together).
Alas, I've come to realize, putting something together properly takes time.
And if you're gonna do drag -- or rather, do it well -- ya gotta be prepared and have the time to do it right. (And perhaps some experience would help -- as would a YouTube tutorial on makeup -- and they are plentiful!)
Things probably would've been better if CoatCheckKelly had just done it as a boy.
Lesson learned.
FYI: CoatCheckKelly redeemed himself/herself a week later when s/he dressed as a Catholic School Girl for the LGBT "Back-to-Catholic-School" Party. Many people did not recognize him/her after the transformation!
Now that's redemption!
The Britney dress certainly helped. (See photo below.)
In spite of the makeover debacle at the tranny/trannie party, "Pickles" (my drag character at the LGBT party) ended up having a lot of fun that night!
At the trannie party Pickles goes by the names "Michelle" and "Trixie!"
Michelle is the conservative blond and Trixie is the whorish brunette who comes out later in the party! It helps to have all my costumes upstairs!
The two highlights there were:
1) A chubby 55 year old man with coke-bottle glasses wanting to put on lipstick so he could suck my dick ("Michelle" allowed him and he left the scene with his face covered in red) and
2) Trixie coming out and flogging a guy with a hot ass. It took a while to get him there, but he ended up on all fours like an obedient dog, sucking her cock.
But that wasn't all.
The hostess of the party came up and took her turn flogging the man like a maniac -- at twice the speed!
Impressive.
Some girls really know how to be dominant!
And I'm NOT referring to Pickles' appearance at the LGBT "Back-to-Catholic-School" party as Mother Superior, aka Sister Mary Pickles:
Because goodness knows, Pickles (the hostess of the LGBT parties) certainly knows how to rule!
And that (Pickles as RULER)...
...will be the subject of an upcoming truly-life-altering story.
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