a confined space with hot men and no commitments (Atlantis Events' Allure of the Seas 2011 Day 6, Part II: The "Angels" & "Demons" parties... and Monsieur Federline)

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FYI, this is another explicit one (I know you love it)

Calipornia and I really were not ready for the spectacle that was the “Angels” party. We were so overwhelmed that we couldn't even manage to take pictures for the first 5 minutes. And again, holding a drink in gloves: not so easy!

Everyone was decked out for this party, and many had costume changes for the "Demons" party in the ice rink theater (I felt like Calipornia and my costumes covered both themes nicely, and I was glad to get double mileage out of them). It was so crowded at the latter party that I spent a significant amount of time in the hall outside so I could get better pictures. Both parties: legendary.

Then I saw this 30-something Kevin-Federline-looking blonde guy in a fitted cap and like 6 silver chains on. I wanted to be turned off. Really I did. But he was so fucking handsome! Then he had a French accent! It was still earlyish (like 2), so I really wasn't ready leave yet. But from the way he was smiling at me, I had a feeling he wouldn't be too hard to find later.

After a couple of laps and walk-throughs, I settled into a good people watching spot, dancing in the first few rows of the stadium-style seats of the ice rink arena. I saw the French Hottie from the first night. He was well on the way to taking home another tall, muscular black guy.

I don't remember making eye contact with the French Hottie, but over the course of about a half hour, French Hottie’s black guy and I made eye contact several times. He would nod at me like he recognized me. Or like we had some kind of understanding. It felt weird. Not that witnessing other hookups-in-progress was unexpected in a confined space with hot men and no commitments, but the way this guy looked at me made me wonder how much he knew. Or maybe he was just looking for a 3-some. Which would be most unexpected since most black guys I meet who are comfortable in mostly-white environments aren't into other black guys.

When I decided I was over it, I found Monsieur Federline way too easily, and we went back to his stateroom.

. o O (One bed?! Sweet! He's rooming alone!)

Ever found someone who liked receiving everything you liked doing (or vice versa)? And then he encouraged you to be more intense with what you like? That's what Monsieur Federline was like.

After I'd cum and realized he had no desire to do so (busy day, huh?), I started to pass out on the bed. He was trying to blow me, but my refractory period refused to be ignored. And as I lay on the bed with him working on me, I heard the door click.

In walked a 40-something, ruggedly handsome muscle queen. They exchanged a few phrases in French.

Me: "Your boyfriend?"

Federline (sheepishly): "Yes."

Now, it was like 8 in the morning, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but somehow, he got my dick hard with just a couple minute's work. He grabbed a condom.

Thank goodness he was happy to ride my dick because there was no way I was getting up off the bed. Federline kept himself involved, kissing here and tweaking there. After a while, he lay next to me jerking off. His boyfriend was mostly focused on me, but I saw him look over and, without breaking rhythm, slap Federline in the face, saying in his ridiculously hot accent, "You're sleeping!" Federline managed to stay awake for no longer than 10 seconds, so he missed his boyfriend's spectacular fireworks show. All over my chest.

Did I mention I was still wearing the rope harness? Ew.

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