Totally Drained: Part Three

By the time my 14-day stay in Northern California was over, my skin had healed and I was ready for my next event, Phoenix Forum in Arizona. This porn convention was alot more pussy-centric, alot less gay, and alot more draining. I had just experienced my first real big gay event but this was an entirely different ball game.

Pool parties lasted all day, hotel room parties lasted all night. Most attendees were drunk, high, or both through out the whole event. Boobies were all over the place, running amok, and striking fear into the hearts of the small group homos who were unfortunate enough to be there. I'm kidding. Breasts are lovely, I just don't need to see them before breakfast.

I also picked up some new lingo. Apparently, the fact that my allergies were acting up, making me sniffle and sneeze, gave others the impression that I had been inhaling powdery substances. And thus the question: "Do you like to party?", which really means, "Do you do drugs? Do you have anyone on you? Can I have some please?" I thought they meant party, like an actual party with booze and tons of people and loud music and a cake, celebrating someones release from prison or kidney stone passing or loss of virginity at the age of 14. Either way my answer would be, not really. But seriously. Who knew Party = doing drugs? Am I the only one who didn't know that? Maybe I spend too much time playing video games and fapping. I also found it alarming that an invitation to sandwiches and hot sex(which I assumed would be strictly gay sex) turned out to be a hotel room turned pussy palace and cocaine snort-a-torium.

Not really feeling the whole situation I decided to find my kind of fun elsewhere. And that weekend, "fun" came in the form of a waiter/college student. My waiter. He gave great service and I decided to be cheap by leaving my hotel room number instead of a tip. I kid. I left a tip and my hotel room number. He came over that night, worked his magic on me, and had me naked and down on my knees in less than 5 minutes. What can I say? The guy was hot and I'm a slut. Why waste time? I was pleasantly surprised when he offered me his ass, I graciously accepted of course. My penis loves the attention, my hole just usually loves it more. Once I got my fill of topping (in less than 5 minutes), I flipped myself around, threw my legs up in the air, and told him to use MY ass any way he wanted. A little bit of spit, a bed-drenching amount of sweat, and two ball-draining loads later, I was falling asleep in the arms of my waiter with a warm gooey feeling deep inside me.