A new world

One week ago today, I attended my first event.

I got an invitation from one of the hosts of a 25th anniversary party (25 years, awesome!), he told me where the party was, and what the 'theme' was. I told him I'd go, but would probably stay in the distance as just an observer. I was nervous. I was excited.

I've played before with handcuffs, blindfolds, some rough play, jocks, underwear, but never thought I'd find myself in a dungeon.

When I got there, there were maybe 20 guys. I knew about 5-6 of them. That set my mind at ease a little. Within the first 10 minutes, I'd been introduced to or introduced myself to the rest of the guys. I'm not sure who I thought would be there, but these guys all seemed pretty cool. Maybe if not for that stereotype I had, I'd have been here much sooner. I was dressed in a pair of Levis and a new leather harness.

The play started, guys moved off to pieces of equipment and began their scenes. Still nervous. More excited. My eyes probably got big a few times.

There were a couple of guys that caught my eye, and after a little while and some nervous cruising, I struck up a conversation with one of them. Well, maybe he struck up the conversation with me. I've never been good at the 'cruising' thing, and I sure didn't know what to say to this guy. He was in black latex and boots, and towered about 5" over me. The conversation was like any other, we talked about work, the weather, and life. We also talked about the dungeon; this was still all very new to me. I became less nervous, more excited, maybe starting to hope I'd get to try some of this.

While my new friend and I were talking, one of the hosts came and got us. Uh oh.

He walked us both to a device shaped as an arch, with padded rungs along it's circumference. (sorry, I'm sure it has a name, but I have no clue what it is yet) My friend give me a short explanation of how the thing works while the host walks off and gets some supplies. I decide I should probably go and relieve myself before whatever is going to happen does.

A few minutes later the host comes back with some rope, and I'm instructed to move to one side of the arch, stand on the first rung and lay face down. My new friend does the same on the other side. Our faces meet in the middle, about 4" apart. The way our heads positioned, our foreheads could touch lightly. We are instructed to put our hands up together (elbows at shoulder level, hands above our  heads. Our host and one other guy proceed to tie our forearms together and to secure them to the sides of this device.

My friend and I talked, traded recipes (kidding), apologized to one another for probably having bad breath - I'd smoked a cigarette, he'd eaten a protein bar. While we were tied down, guys would come by and rub our backs, grab our asses, nothing worthy of XXX porn, yet incredibly erotic. I got spanked, wasn't bad, wasn't good. After maybe 15-20 minutes, we were blindfolded.

Now I'm laying face to face with this man, but I can't see him. But I can hear him breathe. I can feel his breath on my face. I can hear when his head moves. I can hear every sound his latex makes when he moves. I can feel the warmth of his arms tied to mine. When guys come by and touch him, I can hear him moan, I can hear and 'feel' his body move. I expect he is having a similar experience. At one point, I told him I wanted to kiss him. Had I been able to reach, I would have. Time distorted, but I expect we were there blindfolded for another 20-30 minutes before being released. I remember that I didn't want it to end, but it wasn't over. The front of my pants was soaking wet.

We were led to a 'hoisting cube', a structure with two electric winches with a ceiling about 9 feet from the floor. The cube might have been 10' long and wide. There were eye hooks on the corner supporting beams, and the winch hooks came from the ceiling.

My friend and I were both outfitted with wrist cuffs. We were told to stand chest to chest. Our arms and ankles were bound together, and then our cuffs were attached to the winch hooks above. The ropes from our ankles were tied to 2 of the vertical supporting beams near the floor. So now, I'm so close to this man that I almost had no choice but to kiss him. I'm not sure if I was too scared or there wasn't enough time  before a double gag was placed in our mouths. The gag not only prevented us from speaking, but it also locked the movement of our heads. We could only move our eyes from side to side to see anything except each other.

We were hoisted a few inches off the floor, just to a point where our feet couldn't touch the ground. The suspension was amazing. I expected some strain on my shoulders but there was none. My friends cuffs were of a design that placed stress just on the outside of his hand at the base of his thumb, I think he was a bit more uncomfortable than I was because of that. We were raised and lowered several times.

At one point while we were bound, we pushed back and forth against each other. The ropes allowed us to pivot from a vertical position at our feet, so that we could rock. I remember hearing him laugh a little through the gag, I know I was smiling. The sensation of our bodies pushing against each other couldn't have been better.

While we were bound, and I don't remember if we were in the air or on the floor, my pants were unbuttoned and pulled down as far as they'd go (I now regret not removing them completely before setup started) and the front of my friends latex shorts were unsnapped. My eyes remained focused into his for almost the entire experience. My cock was rock hard and had come to rest under his balls, between his legs. His was to the side. Guys were sucking and jerking both of us. Now I could see his face and the expressions of pleasure. To the sides, I could see many of the guys just watching. Neither of us released. Again, distorted time, so maybe 15-20 minutes in the hoist before we were brought to the floor and unbound.

The day was drawing to a close.

I left the dungeon that day with a smile as wide as my face. In the days that followed, there was a rush of emotion. Guilt was not one of them. I trusted people to an extent that I've never trusted people before. More importantly, I might have had the most intimate experience with another human being that I've had in my life. The experience was one of the most erotic of my life.

I also left that day with a long, long list of questions. I've had the opportunity to sit and talk to one of the hosts about the whole experience, and to ask some of my questions. The other guys that I knew before the party have also offered to sit down and talk. I plan talk to all of them and learn their points of view.

I'm in this whole new world now, and just need to define my place in it.

As for my tall friend, we exchanged numbers and have talked and texted. While I have no agenda or expectations, I hope to learn a lot more about this guy.