Jason, Gus and I were supposed to leave at 1 PM to get to Hillside Campgrounds for the Fantasy/Fetish Weekend. But circumstances delayed our departure until 5 PM. Then Gus drove to Gibson in two hours, averaged more than 90 MPH in a frantic effort to reach the campgrounds before the darkness sets for the night.
Much to my chagrin and horrors, Gus succeeded.
We met Josh and Rob at the site that we rented for the weekend. It was great to be back in Hillside after a long period of absence. I was bit apprehensive about being nude in front of friends -- others were not modest about it. But in time, I managed to be nude when I am at the site and in the swimming pool.
The first night, I was heavily buzzed. Hillside Campgrounds is situated on a hill where people made their tents on steep 45-degree hill. The swimming pool, cafe, dancing hall, the gathering place is in the bottom of the hill. Where I stayed? On the fucking top of the hill.
We joked that if I lived in Hillside, I'd be thin already with massive calves to prove it. However, I was buzzed -- walking down the hill with alcoholic beverage in the darkness can be a formidable challenge at times. I have horrible sense of balance, especially in the darkness. At one point, I went back to the site to get more drinks, then walked down -- I slipped on the damned gravel -- I managed to keep my drink unspilled, but ended up getting scratches on my left calf. Act like a true Alcoholic -- more concerned about the drink than the body, do I?
I love to watch people -- Hillside is filled with men who came to the campgrounds for one purpose: To score. I got to sit on the hill just above the bonfire & Rec Hall where people mingled, danced and flirted. I VEE-VEE'ed excessively, along with Jason and Gus. We kept on snickering too many times at how men approached each other. Some would go to the back of the Rec Hall's building to ... play in the dark.
Not my thing. Totally creepy and unsafe. Ahh, someone converted their porch into a place where men comes in to play. There was a sling (Note: Link Not Work Safe!) in action -- I personally saw the sling equipment before but it was the first time that I get to see it in action.
The next day, I get to swim in the pool ... naked along with many men. I liked to swim naked but I feel that the pool was too cruisy for my taste -- eyes were hugely fixed on each other. You can see the lust among 'em. There is this 45-acre play area where you can see men doing stuff in front of others. I recently told a friend of mine that I feel the pool is like a pond for frogs where guys croaked and moved over when it is time for a change. That's it.
My friends and I noticed something repeatedly throughout the weekend -- so many men are into bareback sex. You can see the attitude that it is a matter of one's choice, people made it clear that it is their choice to bareback, despite the dangers -- I think it is complacency and the attitude amongst gay men that the virus is now "manageable chronic illness" like Andrew Sullivan wanted it to be. Andrew Sullivan wanted the attitudes on HIV to be akin to the ones that has diabetes -- not to stigmatize the virus but to make it manageable as can be. Only it is not.
On Saturday evening, I met a charming fella named Amos who bluntly told me that I am hot. I was set back by his comments and was flattered. He has a boyfriend who does not mind if he makes out with me -- he asked if he could kiss me. I told him he can if he wants to. Then he smothered me all over on the hill just above the bonfire for the world to see. Yeah, Greg was there. One thing led to the other, my friends and I were invited by Amos and Greg for afterhours party.
My friends and I managed to get few tablets of methylenedioxymethamphetamine then headed back to our site to get ready for the roll. It was powerful ... I was the first one of 4 that hits on a roll which lasted for several hours.
Later, throughout the campground, I get to 'observe but do not interfere in the midst of a heavy roll' -- let's say, there were lots of hedonistic activities all over the place. I headed up the hill to a private party that we were invited -- we were rolling so bad that I kept on grinning throughout the night. Made new friends, groped some hot guys, got groped by some as well. Blew someone else. Someone gave me a great blowjob. Fucked someone else. Yes, there! Amos and Greg were simply cool dudes -- I get to meet some interesting people (they are all hearing ones!). It was such an amazing experience for me. Of course, I aim to be safe in this kind of environment.
Oh, yeah, I get to fuck someone in a sling for the first time ever. And I like it.
I think the weekend would not be so great if not for Amos and Greg's assertive and invitation. All of us admitted that if not for Amos, it'd be rather downright boring as can be.
I think I'll go back again ... someday.