Alpha’s Night out

A Group

As I said in my last entry it could have all gone horribly wrong, planning for Thursday’s SM Gays night. I had tried to create some form of critical mass, Dennis and his boi Will, Gareth and his boi, Simon, Peter, Nick and whoever else turnedup. I had hoped to take along my Apha boi, Andy and Adam, who I had been dealing with intensively online. Equally there were some other bois who I had spoken to who I had no real expectations of, but ‘might’ pitch up.

In the end it more or less went as planned: except Adam who did not pitch. More about him in another entry I think. But everyone else showed up and we were able to make a nice little group. For Gareth, Andy and Simon it was their first time at The Hoist, for myself and others we were veterans. But it was deliberate of me to choose a Thursday: relaxed, less crowded but with more things to see.

Taking in the sights

For Andy it was as much an experiment than anything else as part of his crabwise move into the lifestyle. As such an SM Gays night is a good starting point as there are so many unusual kinks and fetishes present that you usually do not get at a weekend. This provided endless visual amusement for Simon and Andy in particular: large numbers of older guys into football kit seemed to be in evidence (clearly memories of Geoff Hurst abounded) but as it was also masks and mummification there were a few guys who had been experimented on. In particular one guy mummified, lashed to a pillar and with a werewolf mask on gave even me raised eyebrows.

Simon, Will and Andy thankfully managed to retain straight faces in the presence of extreme provocation, but it was all part of what I consider as a learning process: you have to start somewhere and whatever floats your boat is ok by me. On the other hand I cannot help reacting with bemusement to some of the less flattering approaches. That and some fun later meant that Andy certainly enjoyed his first visit, and another looks on the cards.

"Avis"

But our greatest amusement and criticism was reserved for a Master and his boi. This Master is well known for hiring his bois and then popping up on Gaydar claiming that they are his. Sad, really, but in Thursday night’s case it was even worse. For a start it was clear that the boi was rent: he slouched, was badly dressed, had no sense of respect (self or otherwise) and his body language was terrible. Compared to Will, Simon and Andy he looked, frankly, terrible. No matter how cute he was there was no escaping the fact that he looked like a total amateur. Now in my view a boi and his behaviour is a reflection of his Master, so despite being cute this boi could only bring shame and disapprobation on he guy who had hired him. Equally, in my view, he looked less cute, and was far less striking or attention grabbing than any of the three bois in our group. Indeed later, in the second arch where I took Andy for a little play, the ‘onlookers’ were far more impressed with Andy’s responses to my stimuli than they were to his.

Andy nicknamed him ‘Avis’. This seemed appropriate. What was even more disappointing was that, with a couple of hours work and the right clothes this boi could have looked really good, if the desire was there and the effort put in. If this is the way he wants to earn money a bit of time, effort and investment would go a long way.

Daniel

Andy left at 11pm. This was an hour later than anticipated because he got a bit carried away in the second arch and in the end I told him he ought to leave, before we risked trouble from his partner back home. After he left Daniel approached me: one of the bois that ‘might’ have turned up. Actually he had arrived at 10.30 but seen Andy and myself occupied in the second arch had ‘not wanted to interrupt’. So we had time for a chat but little else, a chat that continued after we left as I accompanied him to the bus he needed to take. A possibility, Daniel, and one willing to actually turn up: a true novelty

Success?

Andy felt that it had been a success, and in many ways it was true. But it was a slow night and I felt that the atmosphere was not as charged as usual: perhaps it was because the theme was gags and mummification it attracted more ‘watchers’ than ‘actors’ but, still, Alpha had a good time, I had a good time…the first of many I hope.

M