A few weeks ago I was at a popular sex party thrown by an African guy in the basement of his rowhouse in East Baltimore.
The room was humid and dark, so I stood against the wall in the shadows and just observed a couple fucking furiously on a mattress in front of me.
But then this tall, chocolate covered brother brushed against me. Then he put out his hand and started fondling my body. And before I knew it we were kissing and groping, ignoring everybody else around.
“What’s your name,” I whispered in his ear.
“Ivan,” he said.
“Hey Immanuel, come in the bathroom with me. I want some privacy.”
So I followed him. We went in the bathroom and shut the door and turned on the light. I hadn’t been able to see him clearly in the dark and surprisingly he was very handsome. He reminded me Bryce Wilson, the actor from “Beauty Shop” and rapper and musician from Mantronix and Groove Theory.
Ivan sat on the toilet and motioned for me to put my dick in his mouth. And I did and he sucked in rapidly while holding onto my hips and pulling me in closer. In a few minutes he stopped and looked me in the eyes.
“I want to see that nutt.”
I was already close so I jacked off a load of thick creamy nutt on his chest and washed up in the sink.
Then we got to talking. I told him I was dating someone and in an open relationship and he told me so was he.
“A matter of fact he’s here too,” Ivan said. “He’s the thick guy that was out there fucking that light-skinned dude.”
“Wait, he is here?” I asked. I immediately got uncomfortable. I was playing with some dude’s man in the bathroom. Who knew if he would get jealous and come in ready to fight.
My worry must have shown on my face because Ivan just smiled a bright movie star grin. “Don’t worry. It’s okay. Victor and I go to sex parties with each other all the time.”
Later Ivan introduced me to Victor, a handsome stocky, dark-skinned dude with a ton of energy. They were in their late 30s or early 40s and had been with each other almost 10 years, which is forever in gay relationship years. They had each been married and had kids. They even wore matching tattoos that looked like black thunderbolts streaking across their dark skin.
You could see they cared deeply for each other and their was a camaraderie about them I admired.
A few weeks later I had a chance to talk to Victor about the arrangement. How did it work out for them?
“Hey man, it’s just sex. And dudes are going to fuck around anyway. So why not fuck around together?”
I think Ivan and Victor are on to something. I know several long-term black male gay couples. They all fool around, sometimes behind each other’s back or with the tacit approval of the other. So why not just be open about it?