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On more than one occasion, temptation has gotten the better of me. Yeah right, like there's anybody out there believes i don't act like a kid in a candy store. My take on temptation is to give in to it as soon as possible. Just gives you more time to rest up for the next adventure, I say.

Reading all these blogs about encounters in strange places got me to thinking. Life can be quite fun when you don't give a fluck.

Back in the day, when the Bulls ruled the NBA, and Michael was the king of Chicago, my partner had some Awesome courtside seats for the games. As a result, more than one big time NBA legend ended up sharing a seat and some popcorn with me. That's how i got to know the guy with the pink Boa (sic).

Dude was always taking the time to stretch out with the fans around us. Good natured banter sometimes ensued. Say what you want about how the guy looked, this guy was funny! And we all know he could rebound. In Chicago at that time, Star Flucking was at it's highest. Some guys i knew had rehabbed some old factory a couple of blocks from me, turning them into glamorous row houses. What they did was give one to Michael, who needed a place in the city to change clothes at or whatever. They proceeded to charge $100,000. more than "NO F%*KIN WAY I'd ever pay that Much!" and they sold like hotcakes.

Nice little family neighborhood, lawns and kids and rehabbed old houses, and you'd hear burning rubber, and racing Ferrari motor, and the big guy would come dry-sliding round the corner. Red convertible and a big grin. Swear to God i saw him coming home from golf at 6:30 am. The good life.

The guy with all the tats, who kept landind in our laps, eventually became pretty friendly. It got to be a standing joke around the pits at work. Guys would come up and say they saw me on TV. Which was the joke, cuz when he landed by us, the cameras were always focused on his multi-hued hair style, or his earrings and piercings. The guy laying on the floor, under the bodies and the chairs, and whichever photographer he was trying to kill that night, was usually me, but you couldn't prove it. I was usually face down on the floor, with my butt getting trampled.

Eventually he asked if i'd like to meet him after a game, for drinks and whatnot. Said he wanted to make it up to me, for being such a good sport. And i jumped at the chance. Rumor had it NO ONE in the NBA partied hardier than this guy. Dude had him an Entourage. He said they were going for drinks at a place on the north side called the Baton. Since he had been in town, the Baton had risen in prominence. Home to the 'Top Of The Nation Revue' , female impressionists performed three shows a night, as had been their custom for nearly thirty years.

Now this was before Jerry Springer had gotten all that famous, and not many people knew what trans-gendered entertainment was about. But things were changing quickly, and this guy was dating one of the stars of the show, who also happened to be doing High Fashion modelling as a woman. Some of you may recall when she graced the cover of VOGUE, back then. And that's where he had me meet him.

Well i got there ahead of them. Don't really know what i was expecting, but i went in and was Amazed. The performers looked awesome. Two or three Whitney Houston"s, a couple of Charos, plus a couple of other extremely beautiful and exotic women. Being that it was Saturday night, the place was packed. The crowd was everyone and everything. Several Bachelorette parties, where the bride-to-be was always informed that her fiance was likely to be the next performer out. Birthday parties, Women's birthday parties. Straight chicks galore. Couples, Date night. Gay guys. It was a well controlled mob scene.

I found myself a seat at the bar, with my back to the mirrors and a great view of the stage, and waited. A really nice looking, well dressed woman sat down next to me and started up a conversation. She was there for a girlfriend's birthday party, and things were getting wild. She asked if i was straight. Not knowing any better at the time, i told her i was. She said she was quite worked up by the whole scene and needed a release. She said all the straight guys were with dates, and the rest of the guys wouldn't do her any good. I said i had a car, and we could go somewhere, but she said no, here would be fine. She started running her hand up and down the inside of my thigh. The bartender took our order, and gave me a knowing smile. I tipped him well. It was june, the night before the last game of the NBA finals. It was warm already, and i was lucky enough to be wearing shorts. When you're gonna be hangin with the guys, you can get away with alot.

She slid her hand inside the leg of my shorts, and began to knead my cock. She cupped my balls, and i started squirming. I looked around wildly, but no one seemed to be paying any attention. The bartender checked to make sure we were ok, smiled again, i tipped him larger, and she slipped my cock out of my shorts. And i was pretty excited! She dropped to her knees in front of my chair, and plunged her mouth over my throbbing penis. And while seven showgirls danced onstage, while five bartenders raced back and forth filling drink orders for the hundred & fifty or so patrons who were watching the show, this lady rocked my world. Then she stood up, grabbed a cocktail (no pun) napkin to wipe her mouth, and returned to the birthday table and joined her friends.

I just sat back and tried to catch my breath. I kept looking around to see if i was gonna be arrested, but while i noticed a couple of smirks, i also got a thumbs up from the bartender, so i relaxed a little. It was at least two hours B 4 the NBA entourage arrived. A half-block long white town car spilled about nine people into the place, and i was invited to join them. This was now 2:30 am, the night B 4 the sixth game of the finals, when they would claim their sixth championship ring. And we were just getting started.

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Lisa46

Jul 22 @ 8:48PM  
what an awesome memory!
JJN4Fun

Jul 22 @ 9:01PM  
Bravo!!! T, that was fantastic! Gripping (no pun intended!), to say the least; I think my jaw was on the desk :)

Ooh, I can't wait to hear more from you...
DesertSmile

Jul 22 @ 9:09PM  
Great story.........I enjoy reliving the Days of Old and wondering to myself "did we really get away with this stuff". Obviously we did.
Fckmhrdtnght

Jul 22 @ 11:18PM  


What a story -- awesome writing
redbronze

Jul 25 @ 8:49PM  
Smile the things we used to be able to get away with..

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