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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I've always been keen to organise a mask party where men and women can meet for unbridled sex, their faces covered so that they don't know who they are fucking. The fact that no one can see your face means that you'd be less inhibited and have fun with total strangers - or are they strangers? Who could tell? With the right preparations, it could be completely anonymous. I saw nothing on Fabswingers for these sort of parties, at least not in my area. But an opportunity presented itself in an unusual way one Monday afternoon when I ran into a city centre pub in Glasgow to escape from a heavy downpour of rain.
This pub is a well known gay bar and I have been in it a few times. This particular afternoon there were only four other men and one couple sitting down and drinking. I bought a whisky and a pint of lager and sat down in a cubicle on my own. On the other side a very handsome gentleman was sitting by himself at a small table. I guess his age would be early sixties. He had a nice trimmed grey beard and his full head of hair was neatly combed. He was tubby like me, but his attire and demeanor was very pleasing. I had that familiar tingling feeling I when I see a man or woman I fancied. I took my Kindle out of my old battered shoulder bag and started flicking through the Kindle library to choose one of the many ebooks I've only read half-way through (a habit of mine). The handsome gentleman was looking at me.
"I know that those ebook readers actually encourage reading, but I much prefer reading from a paperback," he said, "mind you I'm not keen on hardbacks, too haavy to handle."
Well that broke the ice and we started chatting about books we had read, our favourite authors, etc. We reached the stage where we were buying each other drinks. He joined me in my cubicle which was very private. No one could really see us. The tingling sensation was growing and I wanted so much to touch his crotch. He sat beside me and we continued our conversation. To my delight his left hand moved across and landed on my crotch. I responded by putting my right hand on his crotch. I'm pleased to say that after some mutual crotch caressing, we both got hard. This man knew how to get me going. We had established that we were both on Fabswingers, he with his wife, me as a single bisexual male. I told him about my interest in mask parties.
"If you don't mind being told what to do I might be able to help you with your mask fantasy. You look ok for being seventy years old and it's good you can still get hard. Do you have any tattoos?"
"These days it's hit and miss," I said, "but I love giving oral to male and female. I don't need to penetrate although I don't mind being penetrated, but it's been such a long while, not since before the pandemic. No I don't have a tattoo."
We were rubbing each other's crotch roughly under the table, nobody noticed, or nobody cared. I reckon his cock must have been about 9" or 10". My wee cock was hard too, although only 6" it was really thick. We kept rubbing each other and I was moaning in pleasure. I suggested we go somewhere so we could empty our balls.
"No," he whispered, "make me cum in my pants and I want you to do the same. I insist that you do it."
I was taken aback by this. Although I was wearing underwear and heavy denims, the idea of cumming inside my pants in a public place shocked but also excited me. He told me to loosen my belt so that he could get his hand inside. He did the same. I placed my hand inside his trousers and pants, grabbed his magnificent cock and started rubbing the helmet. He was doing the same to me. And there, one Monday afternoon in a public bar the two of us unloaded in each other's hands, me first, then we grabbed each other's pants to wrap around the wet cocks and soak up the semen. If someone had sat down beside us they would have noticed the smell of sex. Both our loads were thick and must have been creamy. I reached inside my bag and gave him some AnuSol wipes that I always carry, I like to be clean down there. I keep condoms in that bag too. When he came back from the toilet, I got up and did the same and cleaned myself up as best as I could. The smell of semen was still slightly noticeable.
Thankfully he was still there when I went back to the cubicle, but he looked stern and when I sat down he looked me in the eyes and said, "I can introduce you to a regular mask party, but this is no ordinary gathering, not just about sex. Are you afraid to enter the BDSM world?" When I said I wasn't, he continued, "We will require your absolute obedience, we will need your ID and full details. This will ensure your silence. The benefits to you will be abundant, the pleasures you will experience will be beyond your wildest dreams."
He sat back to gauge my reaction. I was stunned, realising that there was more to this group and that if I agreed to join, I could be open to all sorts of unknown experiences. The very thought of that excited me. I had only experienced giving and receiving mild spanking up until now, but this would be different. I let him know that I was definitely interested. He took my mobile number and said he'd be in touch. In the meantime I had to purchase a plain black hood that must cover the whole head, with holes for the eyes and mouth. There was to be no markings on the hood. He also said that when he calls me with the address and date, I had to make sure I brought along full ID, or I would not be allowed in to the house. I found this a strange requirement since the party would be for anonymous guests.
We parted that day and I immediately went home to shower then go on eBay to order a black hood.
Three weeks later I received a text from him.
I had been invited to a party......
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