Last Friday my partner “Van” and I had a sex party in honor of a buddy who had moved away from Baltimore and was back for a week-long visit.
It was a great party — about 35 guys showed up despite the fact there were three other sex parties going on in town. The sun came up and there were half a dozen guys over so we all went out to breakfast at a nearby diner.
I was coming to work on the commuter train this morning when I ran into “Winston,” one of the guys who attended. I’ve known Winston for years — he is a handsome, short man in his 50’s who is a lawyer by day but a freak at night.
“You know one of my cousins was at your party and I didn’t even know he was gay,” Winston said.
It seems Winston was in one of the bedrooms groping around in the dark and grabbed this beefy, dark-skinned guy’s ass. And the guy turned around and grabbed Winston by the dick and balls.
Then they made eye contact. And flushed with embarrassment.
“Oh, shit. Cuz what are you doing here,” “Dexter” asked.
It’s funny. I’ve known Dexter for years too but never knew he and Winston are second cousins.
Each year the two cousins see each other at a big family Thanksgiving dinner and an annual cousin’s bowling party. And neither had an inkling the other swung with men.
It’s funny how every time we have a sex party there is some funny story to share. Friday night was no exception.