Picking up the thread of this story, now we turn to S, another flower arranger.
S was the opposite of B. Totally reliable and a hard worker. Not as flamboyant as B, S was a denizen of the D.C. leather scene. He had a partner, but also told me on the qt one day that they enjoyed group fun sometimes.
S was in his usual leather trousers (pants to you Americans
, with a leather waistcoat over his otherwise unclad torso.
S was very excited one morning. B was late as usual. S said he had something to show us all, but we had to wait for B.
B rocked up about nine thirty, M fired him, then S told us all to stop working. At this point he unbuttoned his waistcoat....to reveal...his new nipple and navel piercings, with connecting rings and chains.
S was so proud. He then, without a show, told us that he could also connect to his Prince Albert.
Having not really been exposed to such shocking (just kidding! I was more fascinated) jewellery, I asked him if it was just decorative (it did look good, if not my style).
S explained that as he was being taken he loved the guy to tug on the central connecting ring and pull . This apparently gave him serious quivers.
Next day S announced that the first road (or should that be rod) test had been a great success.
S also worked in a scene bar in Georgetown. One day when my GF turned up to pick me up at the end of the day he suggested we go for a drink at his bar that evening. Being friendly sort of fellow and gal we agreed.
Through an unassuming door and entrance we strolled in to the bar at about ten P.M. I couldn't see much as the lighting was low, but as my eyes adjusted I could see that the place was busy but not full, and a few faces turned our way. All were in variations of the leather scene outfits, or jeans with check shirts and moustaches (80s!
If honest we did not get a very warm, welcoming feeling initially.
I approached the bar and asked for S. A few moments later he appeared and gave me and the GF a hug hello and fetched us drinks (no charge! Who's complaining!)
Once it was clear we were friends and not accidental tourists (S explained that the customers probably thought that when we arrived), we were introduced to some of his pals.
The guys were all over my GF (obvs not in a sexual way
and she adored the chit chat. One of the guys asked her how big I was. Cheeky boy! She was quite decorous and only said that it was big enough. Another asked me how good she was at bjs...because he swore blind he could do a better job for me. Without boasting, playing rugby and with a tan I was a tad Adonis like at the time, perhaps not the visage
Took me some effort to persuade him that though seriously flattered at the offer, it was all for the lass.
Confess we ended up drinking too much and stumbling home. There was no nawties that night, due to AIPI - Alchohol Induced Performance Issues.
S was a genuinely lovely guy. As with the others, sadly lost contact. Rock on S, wherever you may be!
S was the opposite of B. Totally reliable and a hard worker. Not as flamboyant as B, S was a denizen of the D.C. leather scene. He had a partner, but also told me on the qt one day that they enjoyed group fun sometimes.
S was in his usual leather trousers (pants to you Americans
S was very excited one morning. B was late as usual. S said he had something to show us all, but we had to wait for B.
B rocked up about nine thirty, M fired him, then S told us all to stop working. At this point he unbuttoned his waistcoat....to reveal...his new nipple and navel piercings, with connecting rings and chains.
S was so proud. He then, without a show, told us that he could also connect to his Prince Albert.
Having not really been exposed to such shocking (just kidding! I was more fascinated) jewellery, I asked him if it was just decorative (it did look good, if not my style).
S explained that as he was being taken he loved the guy to tug on the central connecting ring and pull . This apparently gave him serious quivers.
Next day S announced that the first road (or should that be rod) test had been a great success.
S also worked in a scene bar in Georgetown. One day when my GF turned up to pick me up at the end of the day he suggested we go for a drink at his bar that evening. Being friendly sort of fellow and gal we agreed.
Through an unassuming door and entrance we strolled in to the bar at about ten P.M. I couldn't see much as the lighting was low, but as my eyes adjusted I could see that the place was busy but not full, and a few faces turned our way. All were in variations of the leather scene outfits, or jeans with check shirts and moustaches (80s!
I approached the bar and asked for S. A few moments later he appeared and gave me and the GF a hug hello and fetched us drinks (no charge! Who's complaining!)
Once it was clear we were friends and not accidental tourists (S explained that the customers probably thought that when we arrived), we were introduced to some of his pals.
The guys were all over my GF (obvs not in a sexual way
Took me some effort to persuade him that though seriously flattered at the offer, it was all for the lass.
Confess we ended up drinking too much and stumbling home. There was no nawties that night, due to AIPI - Alchohol Induced Performance Issues.
S was a genuinely lovely guy. As with the others, sadly lost contact. Rock on S, wherever you may be!