Sydney Mardi Gras - day 1 in Adventures in paradise

So my first night in Sydney ended up being pretty wild, for my standards. It was more of a night that an 18-21yo gay would probably have, not a 35yo LOL.
Anyway, I got to the hotel, and it’s all decked out in colours and whatnot for Mardi Gras, like a lot of business’ are around here, and the room is good enough. It’s obviously dated and the windows don’t open (WTF dude) but the view is nice and there’s aircon and the bed and sheets are clean etc. Shower has hot enough water but the tiles definitely need replacing soon etc. You get the idea. It’s comfy enough and a step up from that Houso’s-style accommodation I was in last year with Peeta lol.
I’m actually glad I didn’t hear from Ryan until it was too late. Things could have turned out very differently had I have. I’ll get to that.
I went to the Bianca Del Rio show at the State Theatre. Fucking hilarious. If anyone was any of the stereotypes (black, overweight, lesbian, Mexican etc) sitting in the first few rows, she clocked them for it. Although the funniest part of the show was when she was making jokes about dead babies (nothing’s off limits with her) and then we heard a baby crying in the audience. The whole crowd just lost it laughing. The sheer timing of it. I had to wonder if it was planned but it really didn’t seem so! Even the look on Bianca’s face was like, ‘WTF?’ hahahaha. Anyway, very crude, very funny, and she brought Courtney Act up on stage (as Shane, out of drag). That was a nice surprise I guess. It was also a plug to tell us to vote for her on Dancing With The Stars.

Afterwards I had time to head back to the hotel to have another pre-drink. I’d bought some bottles of Rekorderlig but then realized I didn’t have a bottle opener in the room so spent ages trying to pry them open with spoons. Amazed I didn’t take a finger off lol.
Also, I wasn’t even sure if the ticket would come through, since Mark had it, in Peter’s friend group, and I was even getting worked up about that a little when it was nearing 11pm and I hadn’t heard from anyone, but then Peeta rang me and said they were in the line at Arq. Geez, thanks for the notice! He said the line was long and I’d probably make it in time. Ergh. So anyway, my hotel is up the other end of the gay street, and I was pretty much already dressed from the show, so I just grabbed what I needed and went. No point taking a wallet to an underwear party.

I found them in the line, recognizing their group, thankfully and Peeta handed me my ticket. Thankfully he was smart enough to hold onto it, since Mark looked pretty trashed and asked me about five times if he’s given me my ticket… “Yes, darling, you did.”
I didn’t see Luke in the line, but I was glad I cut in because it was massive and winded around the corner. This was going to be another busy underwear party night.
Mark gave me some of his glitter to put on my face.

When I got inside the club, I realized that I didn’t have cash for the cloakroom (WHY do they do that, so stupid) but thankfully Mark let me put my pants and shirt in his bag he had, and I went off to dance with the boys.
I didn’t dance with them long though, as it got so packed that it was difficult to, but I have learned from previous years to stay upstairs the whole night, because if you get stuck downstairs, they often don’t let you back up because of overcrowding. Anyway, it wasn’t long into being there when I saw Luke, dancing up on the stage in his classic white underwear. Ahhhh! Still as fucking beautiful as ever. But then of course I lost him for ages.
Thankfully I didn’t focus on him too much, as that would have been a stupid way to spend my evening, as obsessed with him as I have been. I danced and drank heaps of the free water and didn’t even buy one drink. My pre-drink had been enough for me to let loose a little.
I was surprised at the amount of attention I got, as last year I felt I got nothing. I guess when Peeta was hanging off of me, I wouldn’t have, but he had his new group of friends /slash/ boyfriend he was dancing with and I pretty much only really saw him at the start of the night.

My night got interesting though. I was upstairs doing a round to see who was there when Luke was coming the other way. Cue panic. I said hi and he did too and he seemed really drunk. We even sort of had a weird conversation but not really, it was so strange. You know, me going, “How’s your night?” and him saying “Good” and him asking, “Same ol, same ol then?” and me going “Yeah” - ERGH. Yeah sure, except for me wanting to fuck you something-chronic. Is that a saying anywhere else but here? Something-chronic? LOL.
I guess it’s hard to talk in a club but it was very much small-talk and stupid stuff and then I was left standing there as silent as he was. Really strange. And all the flirting was from my end. I figure he’s just one of those naturally hot guys who gets so much attention that he’s numb to it, but I dunno. But he didn’t seem to have a guy he was making out with this year, much like I was last year too. I must’ve felt him up about five times each time I came across him during the night, but I felt like it was unwarranted. Especially the final time when he seemed to have a pissed-off look on his face. I thought maybe he didn’t appreciate me feeling him up haha, but in previous years he’s always given me a smile etc. And anything else could have happened elsewhere in the club, I dunno. I just think the guy is icing on a cake, okay?

But anyway, in other news, I saw Worren there - the cute Thai guy from Tropical Fruits who was camping near where I was. He was wearing neon rainbow sunnies so he was recognizable from anywhere in the club. I said hi to him and he seemed happy to see me, confirming where we knew each other from. I asked how his gay cruise was and he said he loved it. It took a strange turn from there as we started dancing and grinding together on the dancefloor and I leaned into his air and asked, “You’re a top, hey?” and he smiled and said he was. But then he said to me that he wanted to suck me off if I wanted. Umm, hell yes, so we went upstairs and did that for a while until security came around and we had to stop. Ergh. So annoying. Back in the day it was so much easier, when I was in my 20’s and was nervous as fuck about doing anything like that.

Then later in the night I caught the eye of this hot twink in like a choker-chain thing around his neck. He must’ve been on something because he was pretty wild, making out with me really heavily and all I could feel was his teeth haha. I had to wonder if he’s like that making out with me, what would he be like in bed? But anyway, I definitely had some fun with him. He had my dick out on the dancefloor and was full on wanking me. At one point, I even thought that I might cum right there on the dancefloor. It was so strange! I wasn’t even on any drugs and this was the shit I was doing. Having some hot twink wanking me, and of course everyone else was trying to get a look-in. But then there was this annoying guy who kept trying to JOIN us and he wasn’t my type at ALL. Like he saw us kissing and just tried to force his way in to kiss both of us. He was saying something when I turned away but I couldn’t make out what it was over the music. All I was thinking was, “Oh God, don’t tell me this is that twink’s boyfriend or something.” I have half-preparing myself for a fight - LOL, as if I know how to fight!
But thankfully nothing came of it and that guy fucked off. I asked the twink, “Is that guy your boyfriend?” and he said, “No way, I have no idea who that is.” - so yeah, we got back to it.
I did eventually lose that guy in the crowd after he went to the bathroom, and I ran into a few other people I knew or “knew from facebook” and when I said hi, they seemed to know me, so that was nice - like Jeremy (who is this twink turned muscle-mary) and Mike (who was over with a group of mates from New Zealand! I hadn’t seen him in years! He was looking so good to and he was so surprised to see me. So we had a bit of a cuddle and a flirt and that was cute.

But yeah, the strangest part of the night was the last part. I was just checking out guys from the vantage point above (namely looking at Luke, as this was right after I saw him when he looked pissed off) and I could see where he was. He just looked really out of it or something. Maybe he took something? I dunno. But as I was doing so, this guy near me was SO persistent. Like holy shit dude. He actually wasn’t bad looking at all, but my focus was elsewhere, but after everything else had happened and being blown by Worren, and being wanked by that twink, I was pretty worked up and this guy had been feeling me up and I was just letting him LOL. I mean, everyone’s only in underwear, it’s so easy to. He first asked me back to his place, which I declined, and then asked if he could blow me, and I was like, “Fuck it, why not” but then we stupidly made the mistake of trying to go to the only private place in the club - the bathrooms. So he blew me in there for a while but then we obviously got dobbed on because people wanted to use it for their intended purpose, and next thing I knew the door’s being knocked on and a security guy is standing there. He went out first and then I closed the door again and opened it again, accidentally hitting the security guy (I think, I couldn’t see, but it def hit someone) and I walked out. At first I thought I’d get back onto the dancefloor okay, but then I realized we were both being asked to leave.

And since my clothes were in Mark’s bag, I had to leave in my underwear. The same security guy was like, “Where are your clothes, mate?” and I said, “In my mate’s bag, but I can’t find him NOW can I?”. He just shook his head and I headed off in the opposite direction to where the other guy was walking. Unfortunately, he turned around and followed me. Fucking persistant or what! Anyway, so I had to walk the gay strip of Sydney back to my hotel in my underwear. I definitely got a lot of looks haha. But it was a lot quieter by that time and I think it was around 3am. So yeah, I brought this guy back to my hotel.
Then RYAN kept trying to ring me and I finally answered, whilst this guy was blowing me and Ryan didn’t believe me so I told the guy to say hi and he did. Ryan wanted me to stop hooking up with this guy and go hook up with him instead. Umm, I don’t fucking think so. Geez! I said I’ll try to see him on Saturday during the day, where he’ll most likely (ie, will) want to fuck.

So yeah this guy I brought back because he was so persistant was cute but definitely not my usual type. He was far too hairy (why I’m thinking Italian) and I didn’t want to fuck him. But he wasn’t lying when he said he gave great head. And it wasn’t Luke, but oh well. I certainly fantasized that it was as I orgasmed though.

Anyway, that’s night one.