part of him had darker thoughts
Littlegirlcop and his friend Ted sat on the porch at the party invisible to the men around them. Murphy wasn't quite sure what he was still doing at the grand house, well he was there because his pal Ted didn't want to stay alone, and he was curious about the fancy party on leather weekend, but Murphy and Ted were clearly out of place. Neither was a circuit bear. Neither was an A-lister. Neither had a shaved head or a flat top, or took special nutritional supplements to get bigger muscles, both men were ok in the muscle department but neither was trying to look like a body builder. While they recognized a few people none of the men attending were friends or even really acquaintances. Murphy recognized one man who he had briefly chatted with online. Ted recognized the same man as the guy, who a month ago, tried to lure away his date with the offer of a blowjob. The city was very small at times, thought Murphy.
"These are the Heather Bears," explained Ted, "if they were high school girls they'd all be pretty, rich, cheer leaders named Heather."
Ted didn't know why he received the invitation to the party, and while he was flattered by the evite he didn't want to go alone. This was mostly because Ted was shy, but there was a small part of him that had darker thoughts. It was an invitation from a stranger, it was a pre-party for a kick-off party for the leather street fair. And while the phrase "ass in a sling" wasn't entirely unappealing for either man, the thought of drinks full of Ruffies and a lost weekend chained up in someone's playroom did make them cautious.
The potential for intrigue made the party much more interesting than it was. While the evite promised a piss tough in the alley, what they found was a new metal wash tub with a yellow bandana tied around the handle, nestled in the garden behind some rose bushes. The tub was still dry by the time they found it, with no pissers or pissees in sight. The tub was of the same variety that Murphy's father filled with beer and ice for barbecues and that his mother used for bobbing for apples on Halloween. Their expectations did not match the reality of the party. They were sitting on the poarch of a very nice house with a bunch of upper middleclass gay men. Some of the guys were in there leather gear, but they weren't dyed in the wool leathermen and wore their chaps and harnesses the same way they wore a tux to the symphony. They were eating chips out of bowls and picking at supermarket deli platters. Deli platers, thought Murphy, what kind of self-respecting fag serves a deli platter.
"These are the Heather Bears," explained Ted, "if they were high school girls they'd all be pretty, rich, cheer leaders named Heather."
Ted didn't know why he received the invitation to the party, and while he was flattered by the evite he didn't want to go alone. This was mostly because Ted was shy, but there was a small part of him that had darker thoughts. It was an invitation from a stranger, it was a pre-party for a kick-off party for the leather street fair. And while the phrase "ass in a sling" wasn't entirely unappealing for either man, the thought of drinks full of Ruffies and a lost weekend chained up in someone's playroom did make them cautious.
The potential for intrigue made the party much more interesting than it was. While the evite promised a piss tough in the alley, what they found was a new metal wash tub with a yellow bandana tied around the handle, nestled in the garden behind some rose bushes. The tub was still dry by the time they found it, with no pissers or pissees in sight. The tub was of the same variety that Murphy's father filled with beer and ice for barbecues and that his mother used for bobbing for apples on Halloween. Their expectations did not match the reality of the party. They were sitting on the poarch of a very nice house with a bunch of upper middleclass gay men. Some of the guys were in there leather gear, but they weren't dyed in the wool leathermen and wore their chaps and harnesses the same way they wore a tux to the symphony. They were eating chips out of bowls and picking at supermarket deli platters. Deli platers, thought Murphy, what kind of self-respecting fag serves a deli platter.
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