Chapter 5: The Night of Strangers

After the threesome with David and Miguel, where I had felt like a desired intruder in their marriage, a subtle void settled in me. That emotional bond, although taboo, had made me miss something more impersonal, more primitive. I wanted to lose myself, escape my identity for a night, be just a body in the darkness. In the underground apps and forums of Barcelona, I found mentions of "The Blind Party": an anonymous sex party in a warehouse in Poblenou, mandatory masks, low lights, clear rules – verbal consent, condoms on tables, the word "red" to stop. The risk was high: total strangers, possible surprise fetishes, the taboo of surrendering without faces or names. I chatted with the organizer: "Come alone, naked under your clothes, mask at the entrance". The thrill consumed me; it would be my definitive escape from Mateo, the graphic designer with family traumas. I arrived on a Friday night, heart pounding, cock already half-hard under my jeans.

The warehouse was hidden behind an abandoned garage, muffled techno music filtering through. At the door, a guy gave me a black mask that covered my eyes and nose, leaving my mouth free. "Get undressed in the locker room, no phones". I obeyed: I took everything off, leaving my clothes in a locker, and entered the main room. Almost total darkness, only faint red lights in the corners, silhouettes moving like shadows. Smell of sweat, lubricant, and semen in the air. Naked bodies everywhere: tall, short, hairy, shaved. No one spoke; only moans, gasps, the wet sound of flesh against flesh.

I approached the center, where there were mattresses and slings. Anonymous hands touched me first: one on my chest, another on my ass. I knelt instinctively, and a cock appeared in front of my mask. I sucked it without seeing anything: thick, veiny, pushing deep. Another joined: fucking my mouth in turns, drool dripping. The anonymity freed me; I wasn't Mateo, I was a hole. Surprises started: an extreme cock, at least 25 cm, that stretched my throat to the gagging point. I coughed, but continued, the thrill of the unknown size driving me crazy. Another surprise fetish: edging. A guy jerked me off slowly while I sucked a third, stopping each time I was on the edge, whispering "Not yet, bitch". He left me trembling, my cock dripping, without coming.

They lifted me, put me on all fours on a mattress. Anonymous fucks: one behind, thrusting my lubricated ass (condom crunching), while another fucked my mouth. They changed without words, cocks of all sizes – a thin and long one that touched the bottom, another thick one that opened me like a fist. A surprise: a guy with a plug in his ass fucked me while moaning loudly, his vibration transmitting to me. Another edging: they fucked me to the edge, stopping, leaving my prostate throbbing. I moaned like a bitch, lost in the darkness, masks brushing against my skin.

The climax was a circle: they laid me down, bodies around me. Hands, cocks, finge...