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Reflecting on the Gangbang of Urban Dingo I’mstruck by a particular magic of Soxster’s parties: the magic of transformation.
Being at a Soxster party changes you; allows you to change yourself.
And that magic of transformation is exemplified by the Urban Dingo Gangbang, Dingo’s got My …
I was able to get a lift to the party with a couple of the other Soxster boys, Soxster guys are cool like that, when I asked for help getting there someone was able to help. But being three Soxster boys in a cartransformed being delayed by traffic into an opportunity to get to know these guys better!
But the magic really began at the venue, the first transformation is how I change as I step through the door. Seeing the towering frame of Andrew Soxster himself filling the entrance to the apartment when he opens the door to let you in lets your mind know that you’ve arrived: you’re safe now, and you can relax. Who you were outside: the cold, anxious person, not sure how well he’d do at a gangbang, melts away when Andrew pulls you into a bear hug with a beaming smile. It’s like he’s always been there. I literally keep forgetting he’s moved to Queensland whenever I arrive at The Studio and see him there.
The party was in swing by the time we got there.
First thing you could hear when you got in was flesh slapping and Urban moaning loudly from the playroom. There was a enough of a crowd gathered around watching him getting railed that I couldn’t actually see past them, so I decided to circle back and check it out later, after getting undressed There were guys hanging out in the lounge area and on the bed there so no shortage of folks to chat with while I was getting into uniform. There’s the next change, it really is like an undressing room where you get into character. Except you’re taking off the disguise you wear to walk the streets and are emerging to be the wild, sexual animal that society shames. Someone noticed me checking that my mohawk was still erect after I pulled my shirt off and reassured me that it looked ok. I would’ve been embarrassed to be noticed being vain anywhere else but here I could just thank him and smile. I admitted I had made an effort to do my hair nicely for the occasion, I try to look good for the boys, and I felt safe to do that, the kind of generous and non-judgemental environment that Soxster cultivates is what enables you to become this more relaxed version of yourself, able to smile and have a chuckle at your own vanity because everyone else understands the feeling and no one is there to have a go at you for it.
It seemed like the system was that guys wouldenjoy the sight (and sound! Urban is a loud one! – and I love it) of Urban getting fucked until a top needed to tap out then someone else could swap in. And everyone else was free to play with each other in the next room, or while standing nearby. By decree from on high, only Urban was allowed to be fucked in the ass that night. But we were still having fun, sucking, eating ass, and supplying some hole fingering for the needy bottoms.
I had been sucking some enormous cock for about a minute before I realised, I knew the guy it belonged to. His cock was huge and at eye level when I was sitting down, I’d prioritised getting it in my mouth over figuring out whose it was (sue me). I’d sucked him at at least two other parties but never at this venue. Isn’t it odd how different light can transform a person completely? The thin that tipped me off was how much of a challenge it was to deepthroat him to the base, though I succeeded!
I eventually managed to get a look at Urban through the crowd of admirers and would-be inseminators, and he looked rapturous! The best sport truly! They say it’s the reactions that sell a scene and Urban is the Master of It. Every slam of the hips was met with a grunt or appreciation, moans and scattershot ‘Fuck’s also punctuated the action. But he was not limited to single syllable feedback either! That champion was arching his back, throwing his face to the ceiling, and shouting praise and vulgar encouragement to the gentlemen inside him. Most of the time it seemed like he genuinely had no idea who was pounding his hole, so the transformation from anonymous cock into familiar face or newfound friend, must’ve been a fun thing, and yet another transformation that evening. I’m struck also by how much Urban himself had transformed. I bumped into him out somewhere in March and he was all friendly smiles, though I didn’t recognise him at the time. Now he was still warm, and exceedingly friendly but that smile was a GRIN: wild, wicked, mischievous,and enthusiastic! I so admire how this man must have a day job where he attends fully clothed with no inkling that this raucous beast lives within. He reminds me how each of us deserves to have a full and vibrant sexual self who we are able to share with others in the right space, and reinforces my certainty that I can have a sex positive, exhibitionistic twitter account featuring my face, while also being able to assure any future employers that I can assume the roles required and apply that face to a professional setting no less effectively than it is applied to the balls, cock and arse of anyone who would let me tonight. Sex pig or consummate professional? Don’t choose, a modern man can be both! Urban teaches me this. And Soxster gives me an opportunity to prove it.
When he needed a break, Urban hopped out of the sling on unsteady legs and staggered over to the bed in the lounge to chat a little and work his other hole. At one stage someone needed a piss, so they brought out the funnel and tube and Urban drank all that down while guys watched in horny awe, myself included.
Throughout all this, his boyfriend was there as a chaperone/enabler and it was sincerely one of the mostromantic things I’ve ever seen, watching how supportive they were of each other. There was seamless and sincere transition from, checking that he was doing ok with all the cocks to roughly fucking his mouth and calling him a dirty slut! My standards for what I want in my dream man were raised that night. During Urban’s break, mine was one of the cocks he identified as wanting inside his fac and it’s easily the most enthusiastic head I’ve ever had, raunchy, sloppy, and committed, despite being the top and bracing my hand against the wall above him to lean over, it really did feel like Urban was the ne in control and fucking his throat on my cock rather than me using him. And hey, that’s a perfect arrangement for a sub inclined switch guy like me!
This very room was where I had my eyes opened to the possibility just over a year ago that a world where I could top was possible. And the encouragement from everyone there but especially from Urban himself, gave me the confidence I needed to decide I’d absolutely have to have a go and I made sure that my first time topping bareback was as one of the last guys of the night to use him, my way lubed by the 20 or so guys who ‘came’ before. It was I felt so bad, I felt so good. I was transformed! I think I’ll have to do more of this!
But consider dear reader, you never know who could be a Soxster boy, and man you meet might be only one undressing away from becoming a fabulous sex beast. We could be all around you, in plain clothes, waiting to transform. And so could you be one of us too. You just don’t know it yet.