I had a need to get laid. Well…need might be to strong of a word. How about I had a very strong desire to get laid – I think that sounds better.
With where I live In Texas, it’s difficult for me to accomplish this, because everyone fits into an already created stereotypical box. In addition to this, almost everyone is already married, and those who aren’t married are either way too old (which does not sound attractive), or way to young (which just sounds creepy). Once someone turns 18, they typically end up leaving this sometimes barren land for more fruitful places. Except me – I have stayed here so I could help learn how to take care of my dad’s machinery repair business. Although college seemed like an ideal situation, I don’t do well with crowds, or making new friends; my grades were decent enough to go to college, but the atmosphere seemed like it would be a place where I would freeze up. I know this, because it has happened before.
At our Senior Year party, which took place in Farmer Glen’s barn, there were all forms of debauchery taking place. Beer was flowing out the kegs, the girls had on tight shirts, and some had on skin tight shorts that were no longer than a post-it-note – definitely not up to school code. The guys were breathing heavily and deeply – and there I was, in the corner, where no one really noticed me and I didn’t really do anything to go out of my way to talk to any of the girls, even though I had known most of them my entire life. The only one who was eyeing me was Jennifer, but she had slept with practically every guy in school, and, I know this sounds weird, but I wanted to be with someone who has not slept with every guy she has ever met. Not a virgin, because I really didn’t know what I was doing, but with a girl who had some experience, and could help me figure some things out. Therefore, Jennifer was out of the question. And, unless I wanted to be part of a threesome, then it really was out of the question. Besides, I wasn’t confident enough to walk up to a girl anyways, and ask her if she wanted to have sex.
As time went on after leaving school, I realize that I missed that opportunity. As I have spent more time alone, working on the equipment inside my dad’s shop, I’ve realized that I have lived a very sheltered life. There are so many things within the world I can experience, that I don’t even know what it is that I am missing. Not only that, but my desire to get laid has started making me more and more confident in myself, as I really want to scratch this itch and officially turn from being a boy into a man.
For my graduation, I was given a voucher for a free return ticket to anywhere in the world from my Aunt, who works at an US airlines. She said that this should help me get to anywhere I want to be. Every day, I ponder the destination I should explore. Maybe I can go France, or Spain, where I can visit nude beaches and explore the nether regions of each country. Maybe I should go up to the Netherlands, and have a hair raising experience at one of their famous coffee shops. Possibly, I can go to Australia, where I would look forward to going down under with a few of the locals. All of those places sound like a fantasy, and I’m afraid if I go, that I’ll end up just staying in my hotel, ordering food service, and dreaming about what is going on even right outside my window. Although I have become more confident in myself, I’m not sure I will take the next steps, unless I fall completely off the ledge.
During the nighttime, I was scouring the internet, searching for an event which would push my outside of my own personal boundary, and would force me to come out of my own shell once and for all. Somewhere that I can be anyone I want to be, while also not being afraid that this news will come back home. Somewhere that would give me a chance to survey the landscape, and be able to choose from a wide variety of women that I could get laid with, knowing there would be long term commitments or repercussions. And after a few nights of looking at different events and places, I finally found the place I wanted to visit and to have my explorations – the Ultra Singapore. I wanted to find a Hookup At Ultra Singapore.
Ultra Singapore is a Music Festival that promises it’s participants that you will party harder here than at any other musical event in their country. Taking the Electronic Dance Movement to heights it has never gone before, this is a two day event packed with high energy acts, and promises to create an electric atmosphere, which will get your body moving in ways you never thought possible. There are three different stages going at once, with acts attempting to out-duel each other in how loud and fast they can play, and go frantic they can get their audience. The question they pose is do I have enough stamina to make it thru both days – I’m hoping I have enough stamina for both days, and to not only get into the dancing, but to get into my dancing partner…or partners.
Luckily, my internet traffic was never monitored, so I didn’t have to be concerned about having anyone know my true intentions with Singapore. The tickets were sold out, but I was desperate to go, so I found a ticket online that someone was selling for way above actual cost, but I was hoping it would be worth it. Using the money from my graduation, I bought that, plus using my flight voucher, I got the round ticket to Singapore. I let my dad know that I was planning on using the trip my Aunt provided for me to go Singapore, and so I would be gone for about a week. He grumbled some about not giving sufficient notice at the workshop, but told me to go enjoy the time, and he’d look forward to me coming back. He also told me not to go do anything stupid like take drugs or anything, which I was not planning on doing anyway knowing the laws in Singapore. I didn’t tell him I planned on getting laid however – not sure he would classify that as being stupid or not, so I thought his ignorance would be bliss. But, I had some planning to do for my Hookup At Ultra Singapore.
I knew I had to buy condoms, but there was no way I could buy them in the town I’m in, as word would spread like weeds that I had bought some. So, I decided I would buy some at the airport. I also had to buy some new clothes, as I was not wearing the hick clothes I had to Singapore. I also needed a new suitcase. Because of all of this, I decided to leave an extra day early for the airport, so I can purchase everything I needed to be ready for Singapore. The night before my trip, while at the hotel after I bought everything I needed for the trip, I was dreaming about what could be and wondering what I really had got myself into with this trip. However, I had already spent a majority of my money, so I had no choice but to go thru and see what happens.
At the airport the next morning, I got to the gate super early, and set up at a chair next to a window to make sure I would not be late boarding. I had a connection into LA, and I was amazed by how many people were in business suits and already working. I realized this might really be my one chance to have an adventure before the realities of my grown up life truly set in. I wondered how many of them took the time to take a trip to a city they have never been before to participate in an event of this magnitude. How many of the people that I went to school with would end up looking like this? Where their biggest adventure is what happened in Farmer Glen’s barn a couple of years ago; that was not going to be my story, and I was even more determined to get a Hookup At Ultra Singapore.
The flight to LA was quite easy. Once I disembarked from the plane, from there, I had a quick layover until my next flight. I had no idea where I was going, but I found my flight on the huge monitor they had, and raced down towards the gate. I had to take a quick break at the restroom, and then dashed to the ticket agent, and I made it with a few minutes to spare. When I got onto the plane, there wasn’t anyone in my row, so I ended up taking the middle seat thinking that perhaps I would have a nice sleep on the plane if no-one else sate down. At the last minute, this gorgeous blonde woman walked onto the plane. She was eyeing the rows, and landed on the one I was in. I promptly moved over to the window seat, as she sat in the aisle seat, leaving the middle seat open.
She let out a big sigh, looked over at me and smiled, and then took out a magazine. I’m not sure if it is because of how much I desired to get laid, or my own insecurities creeping in, or what, but I had a hard time keeping my penis in check and not getting large with just her sitting near me. I was mortified, as I could not even force myself to talk. Not sure there is anything more horrifying or awkward than to have a random erection, especially on an airplane with a beautiful girl sitting next to you. And this did not give me much confidence that I would accomplish my goal at the ultra Singapore if I get this easily aroused by a gorgeous woman smiling at me.
The flight was a long one, and I fell asleep pretty quickly, hoping I didn’t make a fool of myself next to the gorgeous woman by either snoring or drooling on myself. We landed in Hong Kong, and had another connection in order to make it to Singapore. The gorgeous woman was also on that flight, but luckily (or unluckily?) for me, not in my row on this trip. We then arrived in Singapore, and the city was a sight to behold. The architecture of the city was something I had only seen in books, and the pictures could not fully describe the magnificence of the city. I spent a couple of days looking at all the amazing buildings, and trying out new delicacies, it was phenomenal. I was still had some trepidation’s concerning going out at night, as I stayed out until dark on the first night, then stayed out until 11pm the second night. But, the nightlife is not why I came to Singapore; Ultra was starting on the next day, and I needed to get myself ready for that.
As the night came to dawn and then to afternoon, I slowly got myself ready. I made sure to lather up on the soap within the shower, and made sure my guy was alive, and ready for some possible action that day. I got dressed in the new clothes I bought, hoping that they were not too outlandish, but that I wouldn’t stick out like a loser either. I made sure within my pockets I had my cash, and a place for a couple of condoms – I had to test a couple out last night, so I would know how they went on; that was a sensation I hadn’t felt before, and can’t wait to feel again. Once I checked myself out in the mirror, I smirked to myself, knowing full well that I had no idea how this night was going to turn out.
As I was walking towards the Ultra event, there was an enormous line forming. I took the time to survey the field, and as I was looking around, I noticed men and women dressed in all different kinds of eclectic clothes. After a few minutes of truly wondering if I was making a ginormous mistake, I began to realize they were all there having fun, and being themselves, without caring what anyone else thought. I was the only one who was staring at the other groups, feeling self-conscious and realized that I just needed to relax; the music was getting ready to start, and I needed to gather the answer to the question – do I have enough stamina to last thru two days of partying (and more)?
I’m not sure words can fully and adequately explain how that first night went. I was so far out of my comfort zone it was unbelievable, but because it was so far out of my comfort zone, it was much easier for me to be free of all the chains that had shackled me my entire life. It was such an incredible feeling of being a part of the 11,000 plus other people, dancing around to music that I don’t fully understand, with moves that I never thought were even possible. The erotic sense of the mass of people bouncing to the rhythm of the music together was off the charts. The energy within this arena was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was as if the things that happened within Farmer Glen’s barn was something so basic, so mundane…like an event you would consider to be just hanging out, and not the experience of your lifetime. Those people who consider that to be their highlight truly missed out on what an experience of a lifetime something like this truly is, and for the first time, I felt sorry for them. I did not dwell on that point very long though; my confidence was on fire, and I was ready to get laid.
Within the group of people you are dancing with, you just move around, and start dancing with someone that you bump into. I grinded with more women in one hour than were in my entire graduating class – or in fact even our little town; my hands just started moving over the bodies of those women, and as I heard them moan, I continued moving my hands in those areas of their body. Whether it was their exposed stomach area, or moving my hands up their torso, and following the curves on their body and taking my hands up their fully outstretched arms. To the times where they then turned to face me, and I put my hand along the back curve of their spine, and down to their ass, and taking my hand and raising their leg up as I dip them backwards. Or I would follow them down when they put their butt to my groing, and press myself up against them as hard as I can – there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to who I was dancing with, and the women didn’t care who you were – they were just letting go being totally free. Even if they came in a group, there was hardly any sense of people being together as couples. It was such a surreal feeling, that instead of being left out because you were alone, this group of people insisted on inviting you into their groups, and welcomed you because you were alone – if that makes sense.
After the first day of Ultra, I’m not going to lie, I was exhausted! I was still wondering how I was still functioning after I sweated so much my clothes were dripping from early on; but I was not going to rest, this experience was too enthralling to stop – I couldn’t have even if my body was trying to tell me to. My mind was too exhilarated with the experience of the day, and I was clearly going on just adrenaline. Finally the music stopped – it was already daylight and I wearily made it back to my hotel, and collapsed in the bed – without yet getting laid.
That afternoon, I woke up, got myself out of my sticky, sweat filled clothes, and took a shower. Then I ate more food than I ever have for breakfast/lunch or dinner in my life, and got geared up for night two. I spent got to the venue and started my night of by day dancing at one stage, and then moved to the other secondary stage. The atmosphere was cranked up even higher on the second night, which I thought was impossible, but there was truly a sense that this experience would be coming to an end, and I wanted to soak in every possible and sensuous moment possible – I have never felt more alive in my entire life.
This feeling was driven home even more when I bumped into a woman who had the most devious eyes I have ever seen. We met up towards the last hour of Ultra festival, and once we did, our bodies never left each other. I used my hands to touch almost every part of her body – it was almost X Rated – and her hands dug into me deeper than anyone else ever had. She used her mouth in ways on me which caused me to shiver, and I held her as tightly as I could. We ended up leaving just a few minutes before the music stopped, where I took her back to my hotel, and as soon as we walked in the door, I ripped her clothes off. She just smirked at me, and gently took my clothes off of me, using her soft hands to touch every part of me. We eventually made it into bed, where I somehow remembered to put my condom on, and pumped her full of pleasure. She helped guide me on a couple of things, until I began to hear her moan which made me more erect and turned on; We had a day filled with lust and she showed me many positions I had never even contemplated doing. I even took her from behind, while pulling her hair, and to hear her groan uncontrollably just made me even harder. I got my Hookup At Ultra Singapore.
As morning became early evening I was completely worn out and collapsed on the bed, falling into a deep sleep. When I woke the next morning, as I rolled over, she had vanished. I thought that maybe I had just dreamt that whole experience, but when I looked over and saw her hand written note. She told me I wasn’t bad for a first-timer, and hopes that what she showed me what will make the next woman moan even louder. No name was on the card – no address – I’m not sure we even spoke 10 words to each other not relating to sex during the entire experience – but, I would always remember her as Ultra.
I spent that entire day in bed, recovering from the whole experience at Ultra as on the next day, it was time to head back home, and I’m not sure how I will be able to walk back into the life I left. I have changed in so many different ways just in six days ago, I think that I have outgrown what my expectations were for life, while also now not knowing for the first time what my life will look like. I have made a decision not to go back home quite yet, but not sure where I should head to. I don’t want to have my confidence wane because of the environment I am in, but rather, want it to be stimulated on a consistent basis and I am not going to get that going back to my home town.
I make it to the airport, and board my airplane just fine. We have a connection, and then we head back to LA, and as I am just sitting there, starting through the window, through the corner of my eye I see the same gorgeous blonde who was on the trip out here to Singapore on the return flight heading back to LA. Now on the longer flight to LA, we are back in the same row. I remembered what I read in the note from Ultra, and I smirked to myself. I think it’s time for me to take another adventure.