Party Review: Celebrating at Body Shop NYC

In case you don't follow me on social media, I was in a celebratory mood February 9th and 10th. For on February 9, 2002, as soon as I stepped into the (now gone) gay bar Splash, I came out to myself. And a few hours later, after midnight, so it was February 10, 2002, I lost my virginity in a 5-man orgy. So when I learned of the debut of Body Shop NYC being on February 10, 2020, the 18th anniversary of me losing my virginity, I felt I had the perfect place and way to celebrate....

By getting laid.

I knew I was in "trouble" before I even got let inside the venue. For on my way there, just steps away from the door, I saw a hot guy walking out. At a quick glance, he resembled the porn stud named Angelo.

Angelo makes my hole twitch just having a quick mental picture of him as I write this. So imagine what went through my mind seeing a guy that looks slightly like him in the flesh. Adding even more titillation was my peripheral vision catching the guy starting to check me out as I got closer to the venue's door. It took every fiber of my being to not return the glance.

Because I know me. And I always looks at the big picture. In this case, it was a big picture knowing that if I had returned that glance, and by chance got invited to go elsewhere, you would be reading a review of whether or not that guy laid good pipe, instead of whether or not the hot cakes and sausage selection was any good at Body Shop NYC.

So yes, I continued on into Body Shop NYC. There were a couple of more guys leaving as I was entering. But I've attended enough sex parties that I didn't lose hope of there being guys to play with. Because even if few were there once I got undressed, I knew that unless you arrive within the last hour, there is often a new wave coming to come. And while the party started at 9:30, but I didn't get out of work until 10:20, making me arrive a little before 11, I was in luck with about 2 1/2 hours left.

I first did as I always do by taking a stroll through the venue. Even though I've been to the space before for other parties. It was pretty quiet for the moment. Some action was happening, but I was still in the combined mode of decompressing from work and observing the vibe at the party.


I have grown to distance myself from some parties lately. For I've grown tired of their racist marketing. Making it be that in order for a black male to get laid, one would have to first and foremost focus on him being black, and with just as much vigor, expect him to play the white porn-induced role of aggressive black male with a BBC. That was not the case at Body Shop NYC. I, and everyone else regardless of their color was able to be themselves. Of course there are those who are still stuck on the Great Racist Sexpectations that porn has taught them. But I can gladly report that for my encounters, my sexual position did not seem immediately assumed. And if it was, it was allowed to change. Especially pleasing since my encounters were with a Latino and white male.

So yes, I only had 2 encounters that night. As perpetually horny as I am, I don't need my dick engulfed and/or ass filled the entire time I'm in attendance at a party. I need chemistry. As I said in a recent Instagram post, it's not about quantity, but quality.

With the Latino, I bottomed. However, that's after his introduction to me was by giving me a blowjob, which made me think that I was going to be the top. Perhaps the possible change was because of what happens with many versatile and vers/bottoms guys I meet. For between his groping my ass after he had me stand up to give me a blowjob, followed by my cakes in position to satisfy his request to rim me, the sight of my ass might have seduced him to become my top.

This is not the 1st time such a thing has happened. Hence why I can make that summation. In any case, I welcomed him pounding my ass and my ass causing him to shoot his load.

With the white guy, I got bold. After a few walks around exchanging glances, my usually shy self actually approached him. He immediately started to suck me off. He had a very nice body, and I rubbed everywhere I could without removing my cock from his mouth. At one point, I went down on him. His cock was so thick. I figured he wanted me to be his top, but based on that last encounter, I let a little more playing happen to know for sure.

I got my answer when he soon laid on his back for me to top him. After awhile, I needed to change positions because if I kept at him in missionary, I knew I was going to come. So we changed to doggy-style. He was still feeling so good. Enough that I wanted to savor it, so I suggested taking a break. Just before that break, I asked him if he ever topped. He said that he sometimes did. That "sometimes" made it easy to surmise that he was a versatile bottom. So when we met up again, I went down on him some more for him to top me for a quick bit.

He told me when I first starting topping him that he wanted me to come all over him. With this, I didn't come by fucking. I came by him sucking me off and us jerking each other off. Between the touch of his body, him jerking me, and me jerking myself, all were happening behind each other so quickly and repeatedly that I don't know which I was doing when I shot my load. But I did shoot it on his as he requested.


The general idea is that one is considered an adult at the age of 18. And in the journey towards becoming 18, you're becoming closer to where you are able to do everything within the law of the land. Put that thinking towards my becoming sexually active, in which I was a total bottom for the first couple of years, but always knew I would become more and more versatile as my sexual confidence matured. So for the 18th birthday of my being sexually active, I went to Body Shop NYC with the hopes of being versatile. Therefore, this was---- Mission: accomplished.

Now, mission aside, I enjoyed and recommend Body Shop NYC. As previously stated, I was able to walk in without the marketing of the party defining what I should be because of color, ethnicity, or body type. Why is that so important? It's because having less of such labels and expectations with those labels allows a patron to walk in with much more relaxation. Which in turn during sexual encounters leads to a lot more elation and ejaculation.

Sexy Party Review - High + Tight: The 2nd Coming

Sex parties to celebrate Gay Pride! Not at all a new concept. And not at all an unwarranted one. After all, one of the aspects of Gay Pride to be free to have sex with whichever gender you want without persecution.

With that however, comes a responsibility to each other. Such as not behaving in a way to make your fellow man feel less than. Especially, over a natural occurrence such as skin color. Well, it seems like the most white and light Latinos at High + Tight: The 2nd Coming didn't get that memo.

At first, I thought it was just me. For everyone who is often approached and flirted with has an off night, and vice versa. But I felt an ugly energy in the air there. The ugly energy of sexual racism. An ugly energy I forgot about feeling at the last High + Tight party because it was such awhile back. So this night  caused a flashback.

However, since I didn't want to be right about my criticism, because that was then, and this is now, I used the one tactic that would prove me right, even though I wanted to be proven wrong... I looked at other Black males in the room to see how they were fairing.

I disappointingly discovered they were also being rejected. To be more exact, Blacks and Asians there were about 95% of the time either treated like they were invisible, or they were used as ego-boosting strokers and fluffers, then discarded. But seldom did anyone have sex with a Black guy there.

Such a case was this skinny white guy with glasses. I kept feeling myself being watched. I turned around to see a husky Black guy giving a blowjob to this skinny white guy. The feeling of being watched was because the white guy was looking at me while getting his blowjob. Besides my being bothered by how I was being gawked at while they're getting a blowjob from someone else, Something still felt off. So I went closer to him. Once I got closer. He tried acting like I wasn't there. So it was all a ploy. He had a Black guy on his dick, and another Black guy he felt he drew in. So he was using us 2 Black guys to stroke his ego. This was something I saw among the patrons at High + Tight: The 2nd Coming A LOT!

While it's an ugly ploy, it is an understandable one from these creatures. As I said in a recent comment to an article on NewNowNext, many gay white males are incredibly insecure. Not a surprise when you're put on a man-made pedestal, especially a racist one. You make every other color feel "less than" so they won't contend with you always being in fear of falling off that pedestal. However, the white guilt of life on that pedestal makes those controlling media make us Blacks into sexual superheroes. This doesn't excuse or lessen the ugliness of using someone solely to stroke their ego out of some racist jealousy. So let's leave Karma to deal with them on that.

This idea of using someone of a certain color, ethnicity, and/or body type only as a stroker or fluffer, but not as a sexual prospect is an ugly common practice among those endorsed as epitomes of beauty by gay media, porn, and nightlife. That means white, light-skinned Latinos, and gymrat blacks. With the commonality of which color does it most often being in that order. Seeing many white guys do this is over and over and over again at NY Jock Party/GBU events is why I stopped going there. So if High + Tight promoters that get their shit together, they will be the next party I suggest being on my Miss List.

In short, such behavior at High & Tight shows its name should be changed to "Racist & White". Therefore, instead of it having a "2nd coming", it should have stayed gone.


Well, I'm glad to say that the next night I went to CumUnion. And based on my experience there...

CumUnion picked up where High + Tight fucked up!!!

For early on, unlike at High & Tight, I saw guys of all sizes and colors getting action at CumUnion. Sure, there were some who were still assholes. In fact, I saw a few guys from that High + Tight party at this CumUnion party. But overall, this crowd showed itself to have someone for everyone. And in a city as diverse as New York City, such a crowd shows that a promoter is doing their job. They're not catering to their little clonish clique with a Pre-Civil Right Movement color approval rating as to what is sexy. An attitude that was all too evident at High + Tight. Hence why I wrote this Facebook post that Saturday:


With that said, the promoters of High + Tight have a lot of work to do. For starters, being open-minded enough to learn and know that in a mecca of diversity like NYC, and at a diversity-inviting space The Cock has grown into, one should create a  party that is all inclusive. Not limiting your crowd to being only the porn clones and colors you want to fuck. If you want that party, keep it in the close-mindedness of your home, or the lacking diversity of your hometown, but...

NOT IN A PARTY SPACE IN MY CITY!!! Thank you.

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Sex Party Review: IncubusNYC

Wednesday, March 28, 2018 was the 2nd party for IncubusNYC.

I actually went to the 1st one, but I wanted more experience before giving a critique. For the 1st one gave me some concerns. Not because of the party's premise. Instead, it was more so as to whether or not NYC was ready for such a party, since NYC has been losing its sexual edge over the past few years.

IncubusNYC is a party that is inviting of many kinks such as cosplay, pup play, and forms of BDSM. My aforementioned concern was how no one was partaking of that great kink option. I had my Maleficent horns in my bag just in case I saw anyone doing some kind of cosplay. Unfortunately, even with a decent number of guys there, no one was doing any such thing. So I left the horns in my bag. Leaving the only level of kink that I displayed being me wearing my Bull cockring by Oxballs.

In spite of this let down by the crowd, I did have some fun. Such as the hungry little Latino who craved my cock a number of times. Getting my dick in his ass, and the soft horns of that Bull cockring poking his ass cheeks with each of my thrusts. Also, the white guy who later on wanted me to fuck him while he was 69ing the Latino.

I topped off my night with a tall, gorgeous guy in a baseball cap and jockstrap who saw me checking out his bubble butt. He offered it to me by assuming the position to entice me, both the head above my shoulders and the head below my waist decided that saying "No" was not an option.

This past week, I attended their 2nd party. The crowd was mostly white and light Latino. I was for a good while the only Black guy there, and there was maybe one Asian. This bunch didn't seem to know each other, but they stuck to that color and ethnic combo scheme of playing only with whites and light Latinos. I was about to consider the night a bust and leave when I saw a number of guys preparing to leave. Thinking to myself, "Good riddance!"

I rethought about leaving in hopes of a new wave of guys coming in. It turns out, that was a good idea.

This next wave seemed to be more into displaying the diversity in the kink that this party was marketed to allow. Such as the couple who was actually there in the 1st wave of guys who later brought out their gear to do some flogging.

Before this however, en route to the restroom, I saw these 3 young guys getting undressed. I looked at the 2 shorter guys, and thought, "Nice asses!" I got a little glimpse of their faces, and thought they were cute. However, a chance to really look at their faces never happened. Because when I came out of the restroom,...those 2 of the 3 were wearing puppy hoods. One blue. One red.

I have never really seen pup play before. I've seen some of what it entails (no pun intended) in regards to giving commands, but not when it comes to any form of sex.

On the upper level, I was standing where one would stand if they made an immediate left after coming up the stairs. This is where a couple of yards away, I got a quick look at the 2 pups fucking. One was fucking the other from behind. Afterwards, as they walked away to go back downstairs, the one who was bottoming ran his hand across my stomach. I reached back to graze and feel his smooth thigh, even though I wanted to feel more. I resisted because unless both guys make such a move on me, or one touches while the other gives a come-hither look, I feel like I'm intruding. And at that time it was evident that only one of them might have been interested in playing with me. However, a little while later, that changed.

Walking around, I saw the 2 young pups again. This time, they were sucking each other off. I was wondering how was that possible with their hoods on. Because I had never seen puppy hoods that before, so I was unaware if there was anyno access to the mouth. With that being the case, I was also wondering how they were kissing.

During a break from their sucking, an older white male went over to them to start sucking on them. No hesitation whatsoever concerning himself with if he might be intruding or not. I learned firsthand that he had little regard in pacing himself to see if his intended prey wanted to actually be his prey. Lucky for him, the pups did allow him to come over to him. However, that was also the point when they started looking at me more.

I thought the pups might have been checking me out while they were going down on each other. but I was unsure. What made me unsure were the dim lights, the shadows over their eyes from their hoods, and no other body language. It wasn't until the white guy went down on them, and I went in for a closer look that there was no mistaking of their interest in me.

This time, it was the one who was topping in their fuck session earlier who looked at me. He moved his right hand a little bit away from his body as I stroked my cock. As I stepped a little closer, he let me reach down for his cock. I then went to my knees, and started sucking him off. He got rock hard in my mouth. He barked out a few "Woof"s in his pleasure of my cocksucking skills. He also started to reach behind me to feel my ass, and to of all things, finger me, which I usually hate. Well obviously, this time that was not the case. For not only did I let him finger me, but I also made my hole give his finger a little squeeze to show what kind of massage his (or his boyfriend's) dick would get if either of them used it to replace that finger.

At some point, he stopped to kiss me. I thought that was impossible with that hood. I braced myself for whatever he was going to do to try simulating a kiss. Next thing I knew, his lips and mine were connected. For his hood was not like the one single puppy hood I've seen up close. It had a space for the mouth to be out.

At another point, he stopped and passed me over to his boyfriend so he would know why he was making so many doggy sounds in pleasure. The boyfriend soon found out as well as I was then sucking on him.

Soon after, I found myself back with the one I was originally sucking on. Only this time, he decided to return the favor by sucking on me. He sucked on me a good long time. Good enough to not lose my hard-on. Nor did I get bored. He also spanked my ass with the spanks getting increasingly harder. And me getting increasingly hornier knowing that part of the draw for him was the softness of my bubbly ass against the palm of his hand.

Some degree to my chagrin, neither of those pups put their dick in my ass. I say some degree because even though we didn't fuck, I left quite satisfied without shooting a bit of jizz. That pup's blowjob however sure did make my dickhead wet with pre-cum. So yes, I left with a smile on my face.

My 2 visits to IncubusNYC thus far have made it progress from being another regular sex party on its 1st night, to another regular sex party during the beginning of its 2nd night, then morphing into the kink-appreciative party it was intended to be during the other half of that 2nd night. Such progress of action shows promise in the parties success. So I do hope that as IncubusNYC progresses to the point that more gay New Yorkers partake of what the party was meant to allow, and do so at an earlier part of the night. Even though it does happen on Wednesdays, which is a crap-shoot night in regards to success for most gay parties in the city.

You would think that would be a guarantee night, because after all, Wednesday is Hump Day. So if you find yourself wanting to make Wednesday live up to its nickname during on the 3rd and 4th Wednesday of the month, and you're open-minded to be in the midst of various forms of kink, here's one idea of where you can go. For the premise of the party is great. So it's up to us kinky New Yorkers and our kinky visitors to show how much that premise works for us.

Go-Go Diversity at Playpen

Would you believe that the last time I did a party review was 3 1/2 years ago?

Why so long?

It's because after that review, I decided that unless a party offered the beauty of ethnic and color diversity in their go-go boy staffing that display what makes the skin rainbow in NewYork City so beautiful, then such a review would be a waste of my time. For there would be nothing to commend.

You see, you can claim to be "all-welcoming" and "find all colors beautiful" all you want, but if it's not shown in your go-go boys, then all you're speaking are words. And the age-old saying "Action speaks louder than words" has proven itself to be true too many times over for anyone to try disproving it.

Well now, after all this time, I have a party to give such praises to. That party would be the weekly underwear party, Playpen Mondays at The Cock.

Every visible body in a bar/club's staff should be reflective of the all of the various skin tones and ethnicities that make up that city. Thereby, making it beautiful. And thereby, telling patrons of all colors and ethnicities that all of them are beautiful. If any color/ethnicity is purposely dismissed from the canvas, then whoever is doing the hiring for that bar/club party is doing the job wrong. Unfortunately, that's the case of many parties in NYC gay nightlife. Hence why I venture to so few parties, and tips few go-go boys when I do go out.

I'm sick and fuckin' tired of NYC gay party promoters shoving only vanilla and caramel down my throat! Especially since too many of them act entitled, and either "hook" up with patrons on the job, instead of doing the actual job, which is to be rhythmic eye candy. Well, there's milk and dark chocolate out there to feast my eyes on as well. And when I go out, I want my eyes, mouth, and the rest of my body craving to taste the skin rainbow.

It's a sensation a bar/club's party (especially in NYC) should inspire in others as well by their go-go boy roster. And Playpen Mondays at The Cock is doing that for me now.

I say this because most NYC go-go boys are either white or light Latino. Occasionally, light Middle Easterners and Asians might get a shot at go-go dancing, but even those 2 are still too much a rarity. This leaves every other color and ethnicity in the skin rainbow totally ignored. Which primarily means Black males. Proof of that fact can easily be seen by a look at the Glam Award nominations for Best Burlesque Performer and Best Go-Go Boy.

Most NYC parties, if they have a black go-go boy, he's usually a tall, bald, gym-bod ---the racist white-ordained standard of a beautiful black male. It's a standard that has been way overdone by gay porn and nightlife. Well, just like all of these parties do a rotation of variety with their white dancers, they need to do the same with their non-white go-go boys. For such a lack of diversity incites fetishizing of a color or ethnicity. And NYC should be the last place anyone experiences that.

That's why I'm glad to say that Playpen Mondays at The Cock does do a rotation with that variety. There I have seen black go-go boys who are simply fit as well as gym-bodied, with hair and without, and closer to my 5'6" height as well as tall.

Due to the ethnic diversity that makes up New York City's population, a gay party promoter in NYC can't be so blind to the need to represent all colors of the skin rainbow. Nor can he be so self-involved in making money that he ignores the reality of racism that exist in this city, and our community overall thanks to gay media. So I commend the host, Kareem McJagger. Whether or not it was his intention, his actions show that he (unlike most in this city) is not the type of promoter who hires go-go boys based on how much he makes in tips.

For the racism of mostly white crowds will tip the white go-go boy most. And this past election has proven that we are not as beyond racial bias (sexually or otherwise) as many white-owned media outlets will try deluding us to believe. But a newly out black male won't see himself as a sexual contender unless the things in our community that inspire us to see ourselves as such dismiss those of particular shades, ethnicities, or even sizes. And our community is marginalized enough. So we have to stop doing this to each other. And that includes gay nightlife doing their part, which is where many gays' confidence in being out and proud begins. With that said, gay nightlife has a responsibility to praise all colors in more ways that just taking their money. That can't be said of many places I've ventured to in my homestead of New York City, but it can be said of Playpen Mondays.

As you can see, if you want to get my attention for your party, and want to spread the word, then have a go-go boy roster whose rotation makes one word easily roll off my tongue....

DIVERSITY.

It is for this reason that I'm liking the diversity of go-go dancers at Playpen Mondays at The Cock. So if go-go boys are a draw as to where you hang out, I recommend going there so you can see what a go-go boy line-up in New York City should look like.

And it also doesn't hurt that when you strip down to your skivvies, you get a free shot. ;-)

Party Review: $2 Tuesdays @ The Cock

You never know why some parties have their last night of last call. Big Gulp at The Cock was one of those parties. For a Tuesday night, that party got the place pretty packed. Well that was then, and this is now, with David Serrano back promoting a new party there on Tuesday nights. It's called "$2 Tuesdays", where a $10 cover gets $2 well and domestic drinks.

I ventured to $2 Tuesdays this past Tuesday. The music by DJ Evan Christian definitely helped to put me in a fun mood. So it wasn't hard for anyone to coerce me to do what I did later on,....which was strip down to my underwear. And might I add guys were not being rudely assumptive groping me just because I was in my underwear. They were admiring me in them, but they weren't rude touching me without a welcome by me.

Now, a night at The Cock is not complete without go-go boys as eye candy. And there were 2. One I was also glad to see was Black. This is "must report" info for sadly in NYC, finding a Black go-go boy in a bar/club on a night that's not specifically a Blatino night is almost like finding a unicorn. And if you do, he usually looks on the verge of roid-rage perpetuating the Mandingo image. Well, with his tall and slim physique, I must additionally and happily report that this guy was not such a case. Hence furthering my need to report this finding.

The other go-go boy was a cutie with a great ass, and being the ass-man that I am, you know I was enjoying the view from below. But I am kicking myself though. For I saw it again when he came off the bar, and offered me a lap dance. What stopped me was me getting so engulfed in a conversation with a couple of patrons that I never got to take him up on it. Maybe next time.

Since we are talking about The Cock, another must to make it a fun night (at least for The Cock) is some backroom action? Yes, there was some action to witness,...but it wasn't in the backroom area. It seemed to all be happening in the bathroom. Let me say that if I do play in a bar, the bathroom is by no means my favorite spot. However, being in my undies did make me a target for seduction by some good-looking guys, so I caved....this time.

If you didn't know before, you now know that when I go to a bar/club, I explore and make myself privy to every available adventure the party has to offer, even if I don't partake of it all. So with that being said for this party review, will I be back?

I think the answer to the million dollar question is YES.

For it was not the huge crowd that I recall at Big Gulp, BUT keep in mind that it's been a few weeks since Big Gulp ended, and this was only the 2nd week of $2 Tuesdays. So I say, especially with the warmer weather, it's time for that crowd to come back.