Secrets Of A Gay Marine Porn Star by Rich Merritt

Author:Rich Merritt [Merritt, Rich]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2005-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

“So you’re not going to the White Party?”

“No. After the pre-party John and I are just going bar hopping.”

Damn. I thought the whole reason for coming out to Palm Springs had been to go to the White Party. It was Easter weekend and the White Party was all anyone had talked about for months.

“You can come with us if you want,” Jim offered.

“I already bought a ticket.”

“I can sell it for you,” said another friend. “Can’t believe you wasted forty dollars for a fucking party.”

“Neither can I,” I said. Why had I done this, I wondered. Maybe it was just to see what all the buzz was about.

Our friend has gotten us on “the list” for an invitation-only party at a large suite at the Wyndham Hotel just before the White Party. In 1995 the White Party was held in the Wyndham Ballroom. A few more years would pass before the flagship event of the gay party circuit would grow into the Palm Springs Convention Center.

Sure enough, there was a guard or bouncer standing outside the door of the suite checking for party invitations. The main room was a large two-story open space with stairs leading up to the guest rooms.

“This is the biggest hotel room I’ve ever seen,” I said.

“I bet this cost a little more than the Vagabond Inn,” Jim replied.

Within minutes the suite filled with hundreds of the best-looking men I’d ever seen in one place. It was too crowded to move without squeezing between hot men, just as the host intended. Most were wearing the white attire they intended to wear to the party, although I didn’t spot any outlandish costumes, the over-the-top kind that would inevitably appear at the main event. These men were the cream of the crop, so to speak, the best-looking men in southern California.

“Does this mean we’re on the A-list?” John asked sarcastically.

“How the hell did we get in here?” I asked. I had never thought of my friends and me as unattractive, but in this room, we didn’t fit in. Even the bartenders and bar backs looked like models. Hell, they probably were models.

“Corey’s on the A-list,” Jim answered, referring to our friend who had gotten us the invitations. “We’re just A minus.”

“I’ll settle for A minus,” I replied truthfully. After all, A minus was a long way from BJU and Piedmont, South Carolina.

One handsome young stud I spoke to had a red maple leaf tattooed to his chest, which was visible because of the small tank top he had pulled over his muscular torso. He said his name was JT and that he was an entertainer. I wondered what kind.

We were tired of the invitation-only pre-party in an hour and left. Jim and John left to go barhopping, and I joined the queue to enter the ballroom for the White Party I’d heard so much about since my visit to Palm Springs a year earlier.

Halfway down the long hallway to the party, I heard the bass of the dance music.

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