A good time to be had

It looked bad….

Well, I have to say that Saturday night at the Hoist, planned weeks in advance looked pretty grim on Friday night. Having dismissed T then I had expected to be there with Paul: a not unreasonable supposition. In fact, as Paul was feeling a little low last week I had taken a days holiday and brought him down to London for the day in the hope of lessening his growing cabin fever.

And it seemed to be going fine. It was not a session but a meeting of friends and so we talked for a long time, from thinking up things for Saturday, to discussing the online organisation I have been thinking of. But, towards the end of the day, things began to go a bit pear shaped, for me at least, when he became enamoured of going up to Derby ‘for a break’ and leaving on Saturday. This would mean, of course, no-show on Saturday. He also had to borrow the rail fare to go from me, a way of adding insult to injury that Dennis was somewhat surprised about the following night: ‘Masters should not loan money to bois’ was his comment. Hmm…

Now I hate going to these places without a boi, and at such short notice I was going to find it pretty tricky to bring a lad along. There are a few that I had been talking to, one I am meeting for his first session Thursday, but not for Saturday night. In fact, ironically, I had a call from one of these lads at 5.30 Saturday night: his plans preventing him coming had fallen through, but he had no boots and it was going to be impossible to find/borrow/buy any in time. So I faced the prospect of a pretty grim night at the Hoist knowing Peter and that was about all. Or almost all…

But, every cloud.

I had more or less resigned myself to a fairly dull evening when I chatted with foraging (real name Michael) yesterday. Now I had been totally shameless in my pursuit of this boi on Gaydar and make no apologies for it. Now I knew he was going to be at The Hoist Saturday, indeed all that was really left as a reason for going was the opportunity to meet him in the flesh. Then, he announced on Gaydar on Saturday afternoon, he would be going as a free agent.

Now I would like to say I am not a man given to missing clues, but in the sexual field I often am. Guys have to be bloody obvious with me, I am afraid: subtlety is one of those things I just am not good at in the Gay scene (although I am not so bad in other areas of life). But I was not going to miss this one. So, at The Hoist, I met up with Michael and had a pretty good night. He had spent £80 on a rubber outfit which, beyond my personal hatred of rubber was hopelessly impractical from an access point of view. He looked good in it, but he would have looked good in an old blackout curtain and it would have been more accessible. He left at 2am, and there has been no time for the post mortem I regard as vital, so that will have to be online. I set him a little trap, which he may yet fall into, though I doubt it. If he does not then I have already said he can come down next weekend for what will be a rather gruelling weekend: Hoist Saturday, Hard in Bristol on Sunday.

Michael is another boi who is needlessly self-conscious about his body. This was not helped last night as it was the Mr Hoist 2007 competition so there was more than the usual quota of posturing muscle Marys in leather. Still, only 7 contestants and only £750 raised seems pretty poor. A good slave auction would do better. After Michael left with his ‘friend’ I was buttonholed by T who wanted to apologise in person. Which was fine, but I used the opportunity to explain again why there was no way back. Besides I only take on one trainee at a time and if the boi on Thursday works out then that slot is filled.

What next?

Well, regarding Michael he wants a 24/7 ideally in Manchester where he lives. Now I can fulfil neither desire, and he is well aware of this. But, well, until that happens after last night I would be happy to have him in my stable and for him to come down for regular sessions. I think he would team well with Paul (he is less wilful than Paul and consequently has a stronger desire for obedience, but the outlook is very similar) and that is something I think would work well. But it is now up to him, as what I offer is far less than what he really wants. Whether he is prepared to join my stable until he finds something that fits his desires better we shall have to wait and see. Regarding Paul, well, he has more things to deal with than you could shake a stick at, so although I am disappointed in his decision I cannot be angry, I am generally not angry with anyone for more than a few minutes on my own behalf. So I guess we see about that too.

M