Hello I'm Rich Brown and this is my personal website and blog. I'm just your simple, average, down to earth, professional, out gay man and aspiring circuit boy, living in Phoenix, Arizona with a few things to say while trying to find my place among all the scary, conservative, religious nuts in this sick and twisted world.
Monday, June 11, 2007
One Mighty Weekend: Circuit Sex & Afterhours
One Mighty Weekend Recap: Friday @ Magic Journey's Afterhours at Arabian Nights Well after being thoroughly soaked from head to toe at the beach ball, we all headed back to the hotel for a quick change before heading over to Arabian Nights for the Magic Journey's Afterhours party with DJ David Knapp. The nice thing about the Afterhours is that there was a shuttle bus which ran from our hotel to Arabian Nights. This meant you didn't have to drive or take a cab which was especially nice for all the boys who were already fucked up by this time of night.
We got back to the hotel and Bernard, Philip and Jerry proceeded to change clothes while Justin involuntarily passed out on the bed. I informed the crew that I wasn't quite ready to head over yet because basically I was so damn horny from all the groping of the previous party that I basically wanted some sex before I was going to do anything else. The boys obliged and once done changing left Justin and I alone in the room. Now my predicament here was that it was 2 AM and Justin, due to an unfortunate overindulgence in the chosen chemical cocktail of the evening, was completely passed out on the bed and I was left wide awake, slightly fucked up and ridiculously horny. At this point I decided to basically do what any self-respecting fucked up, horny gay man would do at 2 AM during a circuit party weekend, I grabbed my laptop and jumped online. Searching through some of the gay chat sites I was amazed at the number of people online who were in Orlando for One Mighty Weekend. It was a virtual smorgasbord of hot and horny guys looking for a quick fix.
Within no time I found OMWboy#1 who was staying just across the street and was looking to get off just as much as I was. I explained the situation to him about Justin being passed out. "What if your boyfriend wakes up he said?" "Oh no worries" I told him, "we're open and if he wakes up then he can join in too." "Cool he's cute too, we can all fuck" he said. He gave me his number and immediately headed over.
Just as I got up to go jump in the shower before OMWboy#1 arrived, Justin awoke from his self-inflicted coma. "Honey, since you're up ..." I said, " ... someone is on their way over to have sex with me, so either you can pass back out or you should probably jump in the shower too if you would like to participate." Through his half awake eye's, Justin looked at me and just said "Whatever!" as he swung his legs off the bed and headed into the bathroom to relieve himself. I smirked and quickly jumped in the shower to clean up a little before OMWboy#1 showed up.
OMWboy#1 arrived, I let him in, he undressed, I shucked my towel and we proceeded to get right to business. Justin finished showering and came out of the bathroom to join in on the festivities. I'll spare you the more intimate details, but needless to say it was exactly what we all needed needed. Once a desired and pleasantly messy outcome was reached by all, OMWboy#1 got dressed and headed back to his hotel. Justin and I jumped in the shower to get cleaned up and head over to Magic Journey's.
It was nearly 5 AM by the time we finally got off the shuttle and into Arabian Nights. The space was large and DJ David Knapp was spinning. I thought I would have a difficult time finding the boys but sure enough as soon as we walked out to the middle of the dance floor Justin and I found Philip, Jerry and Bernard dancing away.
The space was amazing, the lights were off the hook and the music was perfect. We danced for a few hours before finally deciding to call it a night around 7am and heading back to the hotel to grab a few hours of shut eye before having to get up for the next party at Noon. Cheers.
